booktalesy Chapter 605 You should become a duke!
Chapter 605 You should become a duke!
Chapter 605 You should become a duke!
Above the gray fog.
"Mr. Temperance, you wanted to see me?"
"[Moon]" Emlyn sat in his high-backed chair and cautiously asked the blood-red figure beside him.
Today wasn't Monday, and none of the other members of the Tarot Club were present; the enigmatic and profound Mr. Fool had also vanished. He faced this dangerous and powerful presence alone, feeling a certain amount of fear.
"Yes, there's something I'd like to ask you."
Emlyn heard the other person reply calmly, "It's about the followers of the 'Primordial Moon'."
Those targets?
He paused for a moment, then felt a surge of excitement and immediately pressed, "Do you have leads on them?"
That's really great news!
No, quite the opposite.
[Moderation] glanced at him and said, "I wanted to ask if you have any news about them."
"I...?"
Emlyn looked confused, then heard Temperance continue explaining, "Yes, I need information on these people. You publicly searched for them at the party a while ago. I figured we should have found some leads by now..."
Emlyn was extremely embarrassed by the word "moderation," and he had no idea how to respond, so he could only remain in a strange silence.
The latter finally realized something from his reaction: "...So, you haven't discovered anything yet?"
It doesn't have to be said that directly...
Emlyn began with difficulty, "Um, I'm still working on it..."
Silence, an unbearable silence.
After an unknown amount of time, just as Emlyn was about to awkwardly ask Mr. Fool to send him back, he heard Temperance speak. With a hint of helplessness and annoyance, "Fine... anyway, tell me why you're looking for them, and what exactly your vampire clan is doing."
"In other words, your Duke is using this as a test for your younger generation: five targets, and the one who hunts the most gets the reward." [Temperance] succinctly summarized Emlyn's rambling. "And now, two targets have been hunted, leaving three, right?"
"That's right."
Emlyn replied, "It's not that I didn't try, it's just that I had a bit of bad luck..."
"These words don't need explanation."
His words were abruptly interrupted by "Temperance," who asked, "Mr. Moon, I ask you, do you still intend to win?"
Or, to put it another way, how determined are you to win this game?
Do I still want to win?
Emlyn hesitated for only a moment before recalling the scene of being mocked by other vampires, especially Ruth Bathory, whose contemptuous gaze was still clearly visible.
"Of course I want to win!"
He blurted it out.
"It's good that you have the determination."
The other person nodded slightly after hearing this, "I will help you."
"Mr. Temperance, will you help me?"
Emlyn asked incredulously, "Why?"
"Because I'm currently looking for them, hoping to get something from them."
[Moderation] replied without giving a detailed reason, "I have a way to help you, but I need your cooperation."
"How can we cooperate?"
Emlyn asked, puzzled and expectant.
"Tell me who the other vampires are who participated in the trial with you, preferably with their specific addresses and identities." He heard Restraint reply, "I will use my connections to investigate their whereabouts..."
Follow them?
Emlyn took a few seconds to gradually understand what the other person meant.
—Even if he can't find it himself, it doesn't matter, because he can simply follow behind the other contestants and strike when they're about to find their target, stealing their victory. In other words, Temperance is going to turn against his own vampire brethren!
"rest assured."
The crimson figure said softly, "I won't harm them, at most I'll just cause them a little trouble..."
"this..."
Emlyn hesitated for a moment.
Although he really wanted to achieve results, how could he, as a proud vampire, easily betray his own kind?
"Furthermore, once this is done, I will give you 30% of the profits as a reward."
Just as he was struggling with his decision, he suddenly heard "moderation" add another sentence.
The hesitation vanished from Emlyn's bloodshot eyes, and he decisively said, "Deal."
Lu Ze, what are you doing...? There are already enough traitors in my Tarot Club...
After the gray fog dissipated, Klein, who had listened to the entire conversation between the two, couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead and mutter to himself.
That night.
Backlund, West End.
Ruth Bathory walked out of his residence with a triumphant air, looking full of confidence.
Yes, he was confident of winning this time.
Leaving aside Emlyn White, that useless puppet-obsessed fool, the other competitors were far inferior to him; the luckiest of them only managed to hunt down one target by chance. He only needed to hunt down two more targets to secure victory...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at the box he was holding in his hand.
The box was sealed by a spiritual wall, and inside was a strangely shaped wooden puppet. It seemed to be related to the Blood Moon, capable of captivating those who fanatically worshipped the "Primordial Moon." By attending gatherings of extraordinary individuals, one could use it as bait to lure out the hidden prey within, thus enabling a successful kill.
Victory belongs to me!
Ruth Bathory, brimming with excitement, strode forward and easily reached the party. He showed the puppet to everyone and was delighted to find two attendees, their faces concealed, lunging at the puppet like drowning men desperate for air.
Haha, they've taken the bait!
Ruth Bathory thought gleefully, using his powerful abilities as a vampire baron to retaliate and successfully kill both of them. He carried their heads back to Baron Cassim's mansion, displaying them to the vampires and winning everyone's astonishment and admiration.
"You should become the next duke!"
The other vampires were praising his achievements and cheering for him. Poor Emlyn could only clap along with everyone else, and amidst the praise, he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
Just then, Ruth Bathory finally sensed something was amiss.
Strange, something seems off.
Didn't I just leave? How come I've already completed my objective and returned to the scene so quickly?
"Snap!"
Just as Ruth Bathory realized what was happening, a loud sound of shattering glass rang out all around them.
He opened his eyes and found himself still standing at his front door, surrounded by a group of people.
They were dressed in black formal attire, with striking bright red gloves.
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