"Tch. If you know it's a pain, why are you still making me run errands?"
He turned and went back inside to get ready. "Wait for word from me."
"No, I'm coming with you."
Emlyn frowned. "If I go alone and get turned down, I'm the only one who loses face. If you come along, you'll be embarrassing yourself too."
This guy was surprisingly loyal-or maybe it was for Alicia's sake.
"It's fine."
"All right. If you don't care, I care even less."
Edward lightly patted his shoulder. "Which borough?"
"North Borough. The Crimson Bar."
"Oh, I've been there before. Perfect."
The next second, their figures distorted. Emlyn's vision blurred, and he found himself in North Borough, with the Crimson Bar not far away.
"Was that just... Spirit World Traversal?"
Emlyn was stunned, and a thought suddenly rose in his mind: I've known him this long, but I don't think I even know how strong this guy is.
Tch, what a mysterious fellow!
As soon as the two entered the bar, the vampires around them turned to look, one after another. They smelled the fragrance of fresh blood on Edward, a scent far more enticing than what they were drinking.
But everyone merely glanced over before quickly returning to their conversations and their own business. As a race that fed on human blood, the reason the Sanguine could live comfortably in Backlund was that they had established an internal boundary-they were never to feed on human blood by attacking and injuring people.
No matter how much they craved it, at most they could knock their target unconscious and draw a small amount of blood.
Judging by the current state of relations between humans and the Sanguine, most Sanguine still strictly observed this boundary.
Emlyn walked to the counter and tapped