You Definitely Don't Have a Girlfriend

While Russell dealt with the Werewolf in the carriage, Amelia had already driven back the Werewolf on the platform. Covered in blood, she exuded a fierce aura, causing even the normally ruthless Werewolf to feel fear. They let out a couple of defiant howls and disappeared into the darkness.

Amelia ignored the fleeing Werewolf and chased after the Knight Sword who was responsible for meeting her, who was Klein's subordinate.

The vampire clan has a clear hierarchy. As Grand Elder, Amelia had considered confronting the other two, but she could not tolerate the offense from her subordinates. Who was Klein to dare to plot an ambush against her?

Gunshots rang out continuously outside the station. When Russell walked out, Amelia was holding a man against the wall, baring her fangs and drinking blood. When she sensed someone approaching from behind, she turned around abruptly.

Vampires are indeed a toxic race. Amelia's queen-like, aloof face was covered in blood from the nose down, which made Russell laugh out loud.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it!"

Amelia, already used to Russell's unreliability, offered a half-hearted apology. She glared at him fiercely, took out a white handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped the blood off her face.

Russell crouched down and examined the vampire's corpse. The carotid artery was a bloody mess, and the vampire's body had been drained of blood. He had died a very unsettling death.

Russell's miserable appearance made him even more determined not to get too close to the beautiful vampires. He was also impressed by Amelia's power; she was indeed an old ghost who had lived for thousands of years, and her suction power was truly astonishing.

Seeing Russell staring blankly at the vampire's corpse, Amelia couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this corpse?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just thought of some things..."

"What did you think of?" Amelia's eyes gleamed. Tonight's ambush was exactly as Russell had predicted, forcing her to take Russell's thoughts seriously.

"I was wondering, if you hadn't been wary of me and thus avoided entering the prelude to a period of weakened dormancy, what would have happened if you had plunged headlong into the encirclement?"

You'll die!

Maybe they'll even take advantage of the moment and fire a few more shots!

With that thought in mind, Russell said to Emilia, whose expression was uncertain, "There is only one ending: your immortality will end tonight."

"Enough!"

Emilia snorted coldly, pulled the Knight Sword from the ground, and stabbed it into the wall seven or eight times before her anger subsided. She stood there silently, rain streaming down her delicate face and long neck, her demeanor even colder than before.

A moment later, she looked at Russell coldly. "You definitely don't have a girlfriend!"

Before Russell could say anything, she spoke again, "You're wrong about one thing. I didn't enter the prelude to slumber not to guard against you."

Russell shrugged. The last woman who said that left the next day needing to lean against the wall.

But he didn't intend to delve into the matter. Seeing a passerby approaching, he beckoned to Amelia, and the two turned into a nearby alley side by side.

As Russell walked, he said, "You vampires can see other people's memories by drinking their blood. What did you just see? If it's important information, tell me and I'll help you analyze it."

Blood Memory!

In the world of Underworld, vampires aren't that strong, but their ability to search memories makes Russell very wary. Sometimes he's even reluctant to fight vampires in close combat to avoid getting hurt and having his blood taken.

Mentioning memories, Amelia's eyes turned cold again. "Damn bastards, I thought the committee was controlled by Viktor, but I didn't expect them to be working with Brian."

In the fragments of memory Amelia obtained, Brian used power as bait to collude with the committee and plot the murder.

The committee gained power and status due to the infighting among the Grand Elder, but after tasting the sweetness of power, they wanted to go further and plotted to eliminate the Grand Elder.

Brian was the same; he craved power and was unwilling to be a servant for life. He began to plot early on, and Amelia was the first elder he wanted to eliminate.

It's both ridiculous and terrifying!

Ironically, the Grand Elder distrusted each other and formed a committee to control each other. However, the committee gained power but wanted more, so the Grand Elder became thorns in their side.

In order to diminish Amelia's influence, Viktor promoted Klein, who had outstanding domestic affairs skills, to head the London headquarters. Klein did not disappoint him and directly ousted Amelia to the America.

Without Amelia, the London headquarters became Klein's personal fiefdom, and his ambition grew even stronger, with him wanting to get rid of his master Viktor, as well.

What's terrifying is that, while the Grand Elder, Klein, and the committee were fighting amongst themselves, they all became slaves to the devil of power.

Amelia recounted the memories she had seen, and sneered, "The committee is no longer reliable, and we can't go to Blood Castle for the time being. We've all fallen out, and they'll definitely use my early return to Europe as an excuse. If I'm not mistaken, I'll be accused of premeditated murder of two elders and then be wanted by the police."

"Don't be angry, they didn't frame you. You really were planning to kill the other two elders..." Seeing Amelia's unfriendly expression, Russell decisively changed the subject. "So, what are your thoughts on the Werewolf in the station?"

"A few Werewolf are nothing to worry about. What I'm concerned about is the Sunlight Weapon. If I find out who invented it..."

In Amelia's view, there was nothing wrong with Klein cooperating with the Werewolf. If she wanted to kill Viktor, she would also use the Werewolf as a good weapon.

Firstly, turning against one's own kind would be difficult to justify even if successful, and using Werewolf as scapegoats would be a convenient way to shirk responsibility. Secondly, eliminating the Werewolf afterward would quickly win back popular support and stabilize the turbulent situation.

Amelia could more or less guess Klein's plan: to use the Werewolf to kill her and thus interrupt the awakening ceremony for the transfer of power among the elders.

After that, whether Klein killed the slumbering Viktor and Marcus himself, or lured the Werewolf into the castle, no one could stop him. He even took the opportunity to eliminate the self-righteous committee!

Thinking of this, Amelia shook her head slightly. "I underestimated Klein's abilities. If I had known the situation would be so passive, I shouldn't have been so arrogant and gone to the America to develop my influence."

She left London on her own initiative because she disdained competing for fame and fortune with lower-ranking vampires, never expecting that Klein's target was the Grand Elder.

You left Europe back then because you couldn't beat Viktor, right?

Russell thought to himself, then coughed lightly. "In my opinion, this attack may not be a bad thing. At least all the hidden enemies have surfaced."

"Yes, everyone is an enemy, that's really good news," Amelia said irritably.

"Who said we're all enemies? You still have me, don't you?"

Amelia stopped and frowned at Russell: "Are you serious?"

"Of course, I can help you devise a plan to find a reliable ally among your enemies."

Amelia paused for a moment after hearing this, then said, "You're not talking about Werewolf, are you?"

"You guessed it, I was talking about Werewolf, but turning them to your side isn't that simple. We need to find some bargaining chips first..."

"Whatever!"

Amelia had little interest in the Werewolf and didn't take him seriously. She planned to meet up with her subordinates first and take a shower and change her clothes.