Seeing the three of them staring at him with bright eyes, the vampire Augusto disdainfully muttered to himself, Lowly humans, satisfying his own sense of superiority.
Zhang Yuanqing said with a half-smile, "This guy is looking down on us in his heart. Knight, go slap him."
"Why don't you go?" Zhai Cai shot back argumentatively, but he still stepped forward and gave the vampire a slap.
How could the dignified Lord of the Night ever have suffered such humiliation? But circumstances were stronger than he was. The two young-looking men were physically far stronger than him, while the faint trace of aura leaked by the masked mysterious figure had filled him with instinctive fear.
He could only swallow his humiliation and endure it. Daring not to entertain too many inner thoughts, he obediently began recounting the history of the vampire race:
"Among us vampires, there is a legend that the progenitor of the blood race was a god sent by Odin, the King of Gods, to watch over humanity. But only the true upper echelons of the blood race know the truth.
"Actually, the blood race progenitor came to the mortal world to escape Odin's pursuit. And the reason Odin pursued the progenitor was because the progenitor had stolen something from him!"
The vampire progenitor was connected to Odin from Norse mythology? I'd never heard of vampires in Norse myths... Zhai Cai searched through his store of knowledge, somewhat surprised.
In tales of witches, vampires, and werewolves, the righteous side was usually represented by bounty hunters and the Holy See. The Holy See's professions belonged to the First District and leaned more toward Greek mythology.
Thoughts flickered through his mind as he heard Yuanshi Tianzun ask:
"What did he steal?"
Mr. President translated simultaneously.
The vampire Augusto did not answer