Outskirts.
Within Baron Jacques's estate.
In a lavishly decorated bedroom.
"Bloodthirster" Lofman Soren, his face sinister and his attire splendid, was biting into the fair, delicate neck of a beautiful maid dressed in a black-and-white uniform, greedily drinking her blood.
Even when the maid's complexion had turned deathly pale and she had stopped struggling, he did not stop.
In the eyes of the estate's servants, Lofman was a demon forever thirsting for blood!
Slap!
The withered corpse fell to the floor. Lofman pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"Raphael should be back tomorrow... Heh... That old bastard in the organization is still so cautious..."
Lofman was rather dissatisfied with some of Patriarch Bokin's arrangements.
The man was overly careful in everything he did, making Lofman feel far from free. Yet he had to admit that it was precisely this caution that had allowed Blood of Decay to grow ever stronger.
"Forget it... That brat is only a minor matter. Our true target has always been the Green Banyan Council!"
"Green Forest City... That old bastard fears that rumor so much he won't even let us get close... Hehe, the dead returning to life? Even if that person comes back, we have Mother of Night's protection..."
"The flesh slaves raised by the Jacques Family taste pretty good, but they lack that wild, sweet freshness. They're far too tame..."
Lofman felt somewhat regretful.
He had come to Plymouth not for William, but for another important matter.
But just as he shook the bell to summon someone to dispose of the corpse, a bone-chilling cold abruptly swept through Lofman's entire mind!
Bang!
With a gunshot, Lofman's head exploded outright.
Yet his body did not fall. Instead, it suddenly stretched out its right hand and grabbed at empty air.