What Kind of Crappy Plane Has Windows That Won't Open?

Russell didn't move, Amelia didn't speak either, just watching quietly. An alliance should have the attitude of an alliance; how could she trust Russell if he wouldn't even show his face?

Finally, Russell removed his hood to show his sincerity, revealing his confident and handsome face.

He initially concealed his true identity to prevent the human forces of the vampire faction from targeting him and avoiding unnecessary trouble. Now that he's cooperating with the vampire leader, there's no need to hide his identity any longer.

Amelia glanced at Russell, frowned, and lowered her head, as if she was struggling with something. After a moment, she said, "I will return to Europe in Queen of Heaven. Leave an address, and I will send someone to pick you up."

Russell thought for a moment, then left an address near the Church. Amelia received the message and promptly disappeared into the night.

After the two parted ways, Russell left the amusement park alone, pondering how to plan his European trip to easily complete his mission.

Who can be won over, and who can be of use?

After a long while, Russell stood there stunned. At first, he was glad that Amelia had self-control and did not insist on deepening the alliance, thus avoiding the awkward situation of him refusing. But after thinking about it, it seemed that was not the case!

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"No, no, no, I must be overthinking it. Vampires aren't elves. She must lack confidence in herself to be afraid to talk to me!"

Meanwhile, Amelia returned to the vampires' stronghold in Los Angeles to take stock of her forces and refine her strategy.

Now that she has decided to take action against the other two elders, she must be fully prepared. After all, although London is the vampires' stronghold, it is not within her sphere of influence, and she must be cautious in every move she makes.

At the same time, she drew a portrait of Russell and retrieved his file and biographical information.

According to the information, Russell was a very ordinary priest. He had no outstanding talents, but he also did not make any major mistakes. He was mediocre and unremarkable.

In addition to Church- related documents, Amelia also retrieved Russell's birth certificate, school records, medical insurance, even supermarket shopping receipts and traffic violation records.

It's a very detailed document that shows from beginning to end that Russell was an ordinary person, born into an ordinary life, and would likely die an ordinary death as well.

There are countless people like this on Earth!

Amelia flipped through the document for a while, then casually tossed it aside. No need to look anymore; it was a fake document, fabricated by the Church to conceal Russell's true identity.

The two had fought, and in her opinion, if Russell were really an ordinary person, then Earth would be far too dangerous, and even vampires and Werewolf would tremble in fear if they banded together.

Three days passed in a flash. For the first two days, Russell spent his time in Los Angeles eating, drinking, and having fun, maxing out his $1 million credit card. On the last day, he returned to the Church headquarters to wait for Amelia's people to pick him up.

At the Church entrance, Russell strolled towards the agreed-upon location, looking like he was taking his dog for a walk, even though there was no dog there.

Sister Madeline was still sweeping fallen leaves at the door, as if these leaves would never be finished. When she saw Russell appear, she put the broom aside, offered him a cigarette, and the two began to smoke.

Russell did not refuse; he considered the last Marlboro he smoked before leaving as a farewell to Sister Madeline.

"Child, are you leaving?"

Halfway through his cigarette, Sister Madeline suddenly spoke, causing Russell to choke a few times before recovering. "What are you saying? Who's leaving? Is it Bishop Ian?"

Sister Madeline smiled, threw her half-smoked cigarette on the ground, and Russell instinctively stomped it out. When he turned around, a Cross necklace appeared in front of him.

The necklace appears to be very old, with its edges worn smooth and shiny. Although it is a small ornament, it is remarkably lifelike. On the Cross hangs the crucified Jesus, his head adorned with a circle of thorns, his facial features clearly visible.

Russell was taken aback and looked at Sister Madeline, puzzled. She smiled kindly and said, "Give this to the departing traveler; the Lord will bring you good luck."

Russell gave an awkward, yet impolite, smile, "You seem to have misunderstood something. I didn't intend to..."

Sister Madeline said nothing, put the Cross necklace on Russell, took off the original one, picked up the broom, and turned to leave.

Russell watched the old nun's departing figure with suspicion and uncertainty until she disappeared into the church. Only then did he clutch the new necklace and leave the Church, completely bewildered.

Inside the church, Sister Madeline knelt before the Cross in prayer, then opened her arms after a moment. The Cross necklace she held in her palms, the one she had received from Russell, had now turned translucent white.

Sister Madeline opened her eyes, her golden pupils dimmed, and her momentary majesty vanished into ordinariness. "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name..."

For long-lived beings, especially those with infectious abilities, accumulating wealth is not difficult, so vampires are generally very rich.

Their long lifespans make vampires incredibly knowledgeable and well-connected. They possess resources that are unimaginable to ordinary people, and they can start over even if they fail, so their success is inevitable.

Even a lazy vampire can use his racial talents to get rich, learn to take advantage of others, choose a billionaire to develop into his offspring, and then lie down and enjoy the service of his subordinates.

As one of the Grand Elder, Amelia is probably the richest woman in the world. Putting aside everything else, Russell was astonished just by the private jet he was traveling in.

The modern airplane cabin is decorated in a classic European aristocratic style. All the furniture and carpets are handmade. The most valuable items are several oil paintings that Russell did not understand.

They said they didn't understand it, but actually they had never seen it or even heard of it.

Inside the cabin, Amelia leaned back on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine with her eyes closed.

She wore a black evening gown with a low-cut, fitted design. Crystal necklace hung from her slender neck, the gemstone dangling into her deep cleavage. Her delicate collarbone was exposed to the air, and her skin appeared even whiter thanks to the evening gown.

Across from her, Russell sat across from her at a coffee table, his body slumped as if boneless, his entire body sinking into the sofa.

In terms of temperament, the two are completely mismatched.

Russell also believes that his relationship with Amelia is only going on because of his good looks.

"You're actually a human..."

After a brief moment of calm, Amelia parted her thin lips slightly, her eyes lingering on Russell with disbelief.

"Don't underestimate human talent. Vampires and Werewolf are a thing of the past..." Russell paused, then laughed, "You can tell from the decor of the airplane that humans are obsessed with steel, while you are still living in the Middle Ages."

Amelia did not refute, and put down her wine glass. "I have never underestimated human talent, but I know that a hundred years is not enough time for humans to fully realize their potential."

"That makes sense!"

Amelia swayed gracefully and sat down next to Russell, tempting him, "So, do you want to gain immortality?"

"I'd like to, but definitely not a vampire, they have too many weaknesses."

As Russell spoke, he pointed to the sealed wall, saying that although it was an airplane, it didn't even have a window. He had wanted to open a window to let in some fresh air!

"In order to achieve immortality, one must always pay a price..."

As she spoke, Amelia lowered her head and slowly lowered her red lips.

Achoo—

Russell sneezed, scratched his nose, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm allergic to your perfume."

Amelia's expression was strange. She stood up and took two steps away from Russell: "What... did you eat before you boarded the plane?"

Oysters!

Russell looked on with a lingering sense of satisfaction. "Los Angeles is a coastal city, and there's a seafood restaurant where you can eat your fill of oysters. What surprised me most was their garlic sauce; it was amazing, and I ended up eating a whole pound of it!"

Amelia's face turned ashen. She sat back down with a cold expression, picked up her glass of red wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Russell wasn't disappointed at all about not being able to hook up with women who offered themselves up, especially after learning he was in the world of "Underworld," where the vampire beauty was blacklisted by him.

If I remember correctly, vampires in this world can gain the memories of others by drinking their blood.

Russell never intended to share his memories with anyone, not even Supergirl, let alone Amelia.