Shen Le: Let Go of Me! You Guys Are Too Creepy!

Although the Holy See's clergy hated Shen Le's guts, when he actually left, they still had tears in their eyes, reaching out to plead for him to stay.

"When will you come again?"

"When will you come help us repair holy artifacts again?"

"Oh, right—if you could refrain from asking for cultural relics as payment, or ask for fewer pieces, or perhaps set your sights on lower-grade relics, that would be even better..."

Unlike those organizations that teared up, stretched out pleading hands, and secretly made calculations in their hearts, the vampires and werewolves had already begun taking action.

Two refined, elegant cultural relic workers with considerable reputations in the field held onto the Chinese personnel who had come to receive the artifacts, lingering reluctantly in a corner.

They discussed the state of cultural relic preservation in each other's countries, complained together about their meager budgets, envied each other's long histories and abundant cultural relics, and expressed interest in arranging exchange exhibitions—

Then:

"When will your Mr. Shen Le come to our country again to participate in cultural relic restoration? Or, we could send the items over and ask him to repair them! We can pay him separately!"

The vampires could manage such things, but the werewolves could not.

Vampires had deep roots in politics, business, and the arts. The Toreador Clan in particular were lovers of beauty, and their clan included many painters, sculptors, musicians, writers, poets, and more.

Sometimes, it was impossible to tell whether it was because of their clan's traditions that so many descendants had gone into the arts;

or whether their love of beauty had led them to develop large numbers of artists as descendants...

No matter the reason, it was something a strength-based race like the werewolves could never imitate.

So they could only