· Lost Himself

"Demands? What demands?"

Plum lifted his head and looked at Lu Qiming, who was right in front of him. On the surface, he still looked as cute and adorable as ever, but inwardly, a trace of wariness rose in him. He knew that the man before him had managed to seize the Flügel's full authority from Azriel herself. If he wanted to carry out his plan, he had to be careful—more careful than ever.

The moment even the slightest irregularity was noticed, his plan would come to nothing, and the Dhampir would never again have a chance to break free from the Seadrinkers.

"It's simple. After I successfully win the game against the Seadrinkers, you, as the representative of the Dhampir, will play another game with me. I'll decide the contents of the game. As for the stakes, let's use everything the Dhampir have."

Lu Qiming leaned in beside Plum's ear with a faint smile on his face and spoke softly. His scorching breath brushed Plum's cheek, and the Divine Blood in his body gave off an alluring scent, making Plum, who had gone a very long time without drinking blood, tremble involuntarily.

"Impossible. I will absolutely never agree to that condition!"

Plum forced himself to endure the fragrance drifting to his nose, his crimson eyes fixed tightly on Lu Qiming. How could he possibly agree to that kind of condition?

"Is that so? Then, young Plum, you wouldn't want your true identity to be known by the Seadrinkers, would you? Also, don't worry. As long as you agree to my condition, I can guarantee that the Dhampir will break free from their current situation, and they'll also be able to obtain enough blood and male partners to increase your population."

The voice continued sounding beside Plum's ear like a