So Annoying

"A long, long time ago, there was... well, there was a man, an old man..."

Under the watchful eyes of Amelia and the other two, Russell's story stopped abruptly at the very beginning. His memories of Michael's ancestors were too vague, and he needed to organize his thoughts.

"Ahem, let's continue the story!"

Russell began, "The old man was a lord. After a plague outbreak, his territory was littered with corpses, but he was the only survivor. Although he was infected with the virus, his immune system produced antibodies, which benefited him and made him the first immortal."

"Alexander Corvinas!"

Amelia glanced at Russell: "That old man you're talking about, is that his name?"

Russell asked in surprise, "You actually knew that?"

"I am Grand Elder of the vampire clan. Is it strange that I know about this?" Amelia said angrily.

"Don't get agitated, I didn't mean anything by it, I definitely didn't look down on you." Russell smiled apologetically and continued his story, "Many years later, Alex... that old man had three sons, all of whom inherited his perfect bloodline."

Amelia rolled her eyes at his words, thinking that this man, so concerned with saving face, was not straightforward at all.

"His eldest son, Marcus, was bitten by a bat and became the first vampire..."

"Wait, Marcus isn't the first vampire, Viktor is. He's the source of the bloodline." It was Selene who interrupted Russell. In the history she had been exposed to since childhood, her adoptive father Viktor, was the first vampire.

"You're wrong, this is a lie Viktor told you."

The story was building up to the climax when it was suddenly interrupted. Russell was a little annoyed, but seeing that Selene had a "positive" sign written on her left cheek and a "forty" sign on her right, he decided not to argue with her.

Selene looked at Amelia with pleading eyes, who nodded. "Russell is right. Marcus is the first vampire. You, me, Viktor, we all come from him. Viktor and I feared his power, so we joined forces to sideline him and change our origins to reduce his influence within the clan."

Damn politics!

Selene cursed under her breath and continued listening to Russell's story, curious about how Alexander's other two sons were doing.

"The old man's second son is named... uh..." Russell glanced at Amelia, signaling her to continue.

"William, Alexander's second son is named William."

"Yes, it's William. I almost forgot. Amelia, next time when I'm speaking, don't interrupt, just listen quietly!"

Amelia: "..."

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"The old man's second son, William, was bitten by a wolf and became the first Werewolf. His last son was bitten by a human, so he has always been a human."

"Werewolf and vampires actually share the same ancestor? Then why have we been fighting all these years?" Selene was filled with surprise, her worldview being reshaped in a rather Shocker.

When Selene interrupted him for the second time, Russell finally lost his temper. So what if she's pretty? Does being pretty give her the right to interrupt?

He picked up a marker, grabbed Selene's chin, drew a large turtle on her face, and then placed a mirror in front of her.

Hearing the scream of shock and anger, Russell, his mind clear and his spirits high, continued his narration, "The Werewolf of that time were different from those of today. They had no reason, no thought, only the desire to kill, and they couldn't transform into human form; they were purely a kind of Beast plague. And William, the ancestor of the Werewolf, was just like that, howling at the top of his lungs all day long, his destructive desires and anger endless..."

"Those bitten to death by William all became Werewolf. The Werewolf virus spread rapidly, infecting ten people and then a hundred, spreading wildly throughout Europe. Marcus, fearing that if this continued, the whole world would be destroyed by his brother, sought out Viktor, who was a warlord at the time, and the two made a deal."

"Marcus turned Viktor into a vampire, sparing him the pain of injury and impending death. Viktor, in turn, was to lead the vampire army to kill Werewolf and capture William alive... In the end, no matter which world it is, the older brother always loves the younger brother."

Russell was remarking on how many gay brothers he had when he suddenly noticed a strange look in his eyes. Looking closer, he saw it was Amelia: "What's wrong? Do you have anything to add?"

Of course I should add that all my scenes were cut!

Amelia snorted coldly, "Viktor's ambition is enormous. Not only can Marcus not control him, but he has also been squeezed out of the vampire legion and has no status at all. So Marcus came to me, and the second vampire legion was thus established."

Is that true?

Russell was genuinely unaware of this plot, but he listened patiently.

"But like Viktor, I feared Marcus's power. So the two vampire legions, which should have been at odds, chose to join forces and once again squeezed Marcus out of the center of power."

Dirty politics! X3

Russell, Selene, Michael all cursed inwardly, while also feeling sorry for Marcus; the unlucky guy was a real tragedy.

"The two vampire legions fought together for centuries, wiping out the rampaging Werewolf and finally capturing William."

At this point, Amelia fell silent, for during the battle, she had been outmaneuvered by Viktor, and her vampire army had suffered heavy casualties.

Without any troops under her command, she lacked confidence in her words, and after that, she was no longer needed. From then on, Viktor firmly controlled the power of the vampire clan.

Amelia was speechless, and it was Russell's turn to speak again, "Viktor knew that Marcus loved his brother deeply, and in order to control him, he secretly built a prison. Selene, you should know that the people responsible for building the prison are your family."

"Yes, because of that prison, my family was killed by Werewolf!" Selene said bitterly.

"Heh, you're too naive. It's a secret prison, after all. Viktor wouldn't tolerate so many people knowing its location." Russell looked down at Selene. "To prevent Marcus from using Blood Memory to find the prison where his brother William was imprisoned, Viktor had your entire family killed. He's your real enemy."

"This is impossible! You're lying to me!!"

Selene was enraged. Her vampire fangs bared, and she roared furiously as she struggled to break free of the metal chair, stand up, and fight Russell. Blood gushed from the iron hoops as her hands and feet scraped against them, but she didn't care. Finally, she gave up with a desperate howl, lowered her head, and began to sob.

Perhaps they believed it!

Russell glanced at Selene indifferently. At this moment, offering a warm and broad chest and a few words of comfort would be enough to start firing immediately and unlock many new positions.

But if Russell really had to choose, Russell would rather choose Amelia than a girl like Selene who believed in love... a woman over six hundred years old.

The latter approach is neither heartfelt nor involved in daily life; everyone partes amicably and then becomes strangers.

Aside from a lot of physical strength, you don't have to put in any effort. How great is that!

Of course, on the other hand, once the beautiful women of the vampire clan are on Russell's blacklist, no matter how pretty or alluring they are, they are only for admiring in his eyes.

"You're lying to me. If it were really as you say, why would Viktor leave me alone? The location of the prison is recorded in my blood."

Selene struggled in her death throes, unwilling to face the cold reality. To recognize the enemy who murdered her entire family as her adoptive father and to be completely loyal to him, to have recognized a traitor as her father for six hundred years, was indeed too cruel.

"This is the second story. After this story is finished, we..."

"Mr. Russell, may I interject?" Michael asked timidly, and judging from his expression, he had been successfully trained.

"Put!"

"Was Alexander's third son my ancestor?"

"Yes!"

Russell waved his hand. Michael wasn't a girl, so there wasn't much to talk about. He agreed to let him ask the question because his attitude was quite proper.

This is a realistic society!

"Everyone, now we're going to tell the second story..."