Trillian listened with a face full of question marks. She didn't quite understand that kind of deep-seated hatred. Meanwhile, Selene, who was usually indifferent, suddenly became curious. She wanted to know how Kraven, who was just like her back then, had been completely brainwashed and was an extreme vengeful wolf, had gotten to where he was today.
"Is it really that exaggerated?" Draco asked, both amused and exasperated.
"It wasn't an exaggeration, it was even more exaggerated," Kraven said self-deprecatingly. "Back then, I was practically insane."
"In the past, when old-school vampires mentioned Werewolf, they would at most calmly say that Werewolf were bad. But in my generation, we've been brainwashed too much by the higher-ups. It's a hatred etched into our bones; we wish we could drink Werewolf blood and eat Werewolf flesh."
"Looking back, today's propaganda is probably even more terrifying than back then... 'Liars' are so scary, propaganda is truly terrifying, I really want to forget this unbearable memory."
"What changed you?" Hermione asked.
"He hit a brick wall, huh?" Kraven continued, mocking himself.
"I used to be a complete idiot."
"Hit a brick wall? What do you mean?" Hermione pressed.
"It's a long story," Kraven.
"Wait, wait!" Draco raised his hand to stop them.
"Are you about to launch into another long-winded speech?"
"Make it short, I'll go with that..." Kraven shrugged.
"I want to hear," Hermione said to Draco, her interest piqued by the firsthand experience of those involved.
Although Trillian didn't fully understand, her enthusiasm for gossip was never lacking, and she chimed in, "I want to hear it too."
Selene didn't speak, but her eyes remained fixed on her.
Seeing the women's reactions, Draco said nonchalantly, "Fine, if my wife wants to hear it, then go ahead and tell us."
"I'm just... a little hungry."
Draco casually waved his hand, and food enough for eight people appeared out of thin air on the table, which did not surprise Kraven and his companion.
Wizards, conjuring up food is nothing unusual.
Draco instructed Trillian to deliver the food to Michael and the other two in the study. Trillian took the food and left, using this as an excuse to find out the details of Michael and Singe's conversation and see how it went.
In the living room, Michael sat on the sofa, holding a glass of water in both hands, looking much more relaxed than before. Singe sat opposite him, speaking calmly about something. Soren sat on a sofa not far away, still with that expressionless demeanor.
Seeing Trillian come out carrying a bag of food, Michael joked, "Thank goodness you still remembered us. If we didn't eat something, I felt like I was going to starve to death here."
"These were prepared by my young master, otherwise I would have gone hungry too." Trillian smiled as she placed the food on the coffee table in the living room.
He then called to Singe and Soren, "Come on, let's eat together."
Soren shook his head indifferently, while Singe, without any politeness, thanked him and opened her lunchbox to eat.
"Great! You seem much more relaxed now. You're not afraid of Old Man Xin anymore?" Trillian teased Michael.
Michael picked up a light meal, ate heartily, and honestly shook his head. "I'm still scared, but not so scared inside the villa—it's hard to say once we leave."
Trillian smiled and reassured him, "It's alright, young master won't allow either the vampires or the Werewolf to dominate."
Upon hearing this, Singe stopped eating and asked:
"So... can my experiment continue?"
"I don't know, at most you can turn Michael into Half-blood life form—that's about it," Trillian said.
After their previous conversation, Michael had a general understanding of what Half-blood life form was, and he said somewhat reluctantly:
I will not become Half-blood life form.
Trillian looked at him in surprise and asked, puzzled, "Why? Don't you want to possess that kind of powerful strength?"
Michael shook his head, stating soberly, "You can't have everything without losing something. Powerful strength is indeed tempting, but becoming Half-blood life form means either joining a werewolf clan or a vampire clan. I'm afraid I won't be able to live in the human world anymore."
"No way," Singe retorted. " Half-blood life forms are no different from humans—they're not afraid of silver or sunlight. Their power is there even when you don't use it, and you can call it up when you're in danger. Isn't that just another means of survival?"
Michael shook his head again. "I'm not concerned about the strength of power or racial affiliation; I'm concerned about immortality."
"What will happen to my family after I achieve immortality? How will I manage my social relationships? Even if I move regularly, the news will eventually leak out. At that point, not only vampires and werewolves, but even my friends and family will try to harm me. And those old fogies who don't want to die..."
"The human world is developing at an increasingly rapid pace; we now possess weapons capable of easily manipulating werewolves and vampires. In the future, in their pursuit of immortality, these people will undoubtedly become extremely insane."
Trillian hadn't considered this possibility. After a moment's thought, she asked, "So, aren't werewolves and vampires also in danger?"
"You're absolutely right..." Singe agreed with Michael. As a scientist, he knew better than anyone the disaster that would ensue if the genes of werewolves and vampires were leaked to humans.
Some people will definitely be afraid, but there are probably many more who will take the risk. Even more terrifying are those officials from the human authorities...
Will they get involved?
"Since you all see things so clearly, why don't you make plans sooner? Why are you still fighting like this?" Trillian complained.
Singe explained to her, "Over the years, the two races and humans have maintained peaceful coexistence. Coupled with the constant struggle between our two races, no one has had the energy to think about these long-term matters..."
"Alright, you guys take your time thinking about it." Trillian prepared to slip away. "I'm going to eat now, the food'll get cold if I don't eat soon."
Michael relaxed, and Trillian returned to her study to eat, continuing to listen to Kraven recount his past secrets.
Trillian returned to the study, where Draco began distributing the food, casually asking, "What were you doing outside?"
"We chatted for a bit." Trillian sat back down in her seat.
Draco and Hermione divided the food among the three of them, then pushed the other two portions towards Selene and Kraven. Draco glanced at them and politely asked, "Would you like some?"
"Thank you, but no need," Selene politely declined.
"Vampires have a very low metabolism; they can go for days without eating," Kraven explained for Selene. He didn't intend to eat either, but instead pulled a bag of blood from his pocket.
"I'm injured, so I'm expending more energy than usual and getting hungry quickly. I need to replenish my energy to recover," Kraven explained.
Hermione's gaze fell on the bag of blood plasma, she frowned, and asked, "Where did your blood come from?"