Chapter 2003 - 1823: Three Factions
"Phew."
Song Yun hid within a tree in the manor, exhaling a long sigh of relief, and thought to himself: "It’s lucky this girl is a natural airhead; if it were someone else, I probably wouldn’t have been able to deceive her."
Although he had just successfully tricked Nie Wushuang, Song Yun knew there was another reason for his success: they were both Huaxia people, and Nie Wushuang had an inexplicable sense of trust in him.
He watched Nie Wushuang’s window, and only turned his gaze elsewhere after the window was closed and the curtains were drawn.
This castle where Nie Wushuang lives should be inhabited by people from Wolf Castle.
So, the Desla Family and the Dark Holy See must be residing in the other two places.
Song Yun glanced at the castle on the left, then at the one on the right.
After a brief deliberation, he chose the left.
From what he heard from Nie Wushuang and Emily’s conversation, the people from the Dark Holy See are exceptionally vicious and bloodthirsty.
If the left castle is home to the Dark Holy See and he is discovered, they will certainly launch an attack immediately, and Song Yun would have no choice but to retreat.
Of course, if he is not discovered, he could proceed to infiltrate the next castle, which is certainly the dwelling of the Desla Family.
Song Yun moved among the bushes, the leaves rustling slightly, with no one knowing that someone had just passed overhead.
As for the surveillance in the yard, it certainly wouldn’t be able to capture his figure.
He concealed himself on a tree, gazing at the entrance just five meters away.
A not-so-bright streetlight cast a dim glow.
At that moment, a man dressed in black, carrying a thermal container, was walking inward.
Judging by the man’s attire, he should be from Bailuode Manor.
Upon reaching the entrance, he was stopped by a blond man.
The blond man ordered: "Open the thermal container and let me see."
"Yes." The man in black nodded and opened the thermal container, revealing strands of cold mist.
The blond man reached into the thermal container and pulled out a bag used for infusion, containing a red, somewhat viscous liquid.
He directly bit into the bag, sucking with effort.
In the blink of an eye, the entire bag of liquid was consumed by the blond man.
He licked his lips and said contentedly: "Not bad, O-type blood, my favorite blood type."
Hiding in the bushes, Song Yun listened to these words and realized that the thermal container contained blood.
It seemed he had come to the right place, and this castle was inhabited by the Blood Clan.
"Alright, leave the blood there; you can go now."
The blond man instructed the man in black.
The man in black nodded, turned, and walked away.
Before he had gone a few steps, the blond man called out again: "Oh, by the way, Count Keno likes A-type blood, make sure to prepare more for him. I suppose Mr. Yineye wouldn’t want Marquis Kenno to starve, right?"
The man in black stopped and respectfully said: "The entire blood bank in France is currently short on A-type blood. Please convey to Marquis Kenno that we will do our best to gather blood from other countries."
"Hmm."
The blond man nodded and, disregarding the man in black, walked inside, muttering: "Hmph, can’t even manage to get some A-type blood, truly disappointing."
Hearing this, the man in black furrowed his brows but said nothing more, turning away to leave.
"It seems the negotiations between the Desla Family and Wolf Castle, or the Dark Holy See, aren’t going smoothly; otherwise, this blond guy wouldn’t have such an attitude towards Yineye’s people."
Watching the back of the blond man, Song Yun couldn’t help but smile.
The worse the relations between the Desla Family, Wolf Castle, and the Dark Holy See, the happier he was.
However, he also had a doubt.
The roots of the Desla Family lie in America, and their overall strength does not match up to Wolf Castle or the Dark Holy See.
Just speaking of the marquis-level top experts, Wolf Castle has several, and so does the Dark Holy See, but the Desla Family only has two.
Given that they are weaker, on what grounds does the Desla Family negotiate equally with others?
Moreover, the attitude of the blond guy just now was exceedingly tough, as if he didn’t regard the people from Wolf Castle at all.
"What is it that the Desla Family is relying on?"
Song Yun was puzzled, and when the blond man walked away, he made a move to follow.
The entire castle was quiet, as if no one were there.
But then again, the Desla Family didn’t bring many people, only about thirty altogether, most of whom are high-ranking family members.
They weren’t like the Wolf Castle side, where some ordinary members also resided.
Song Yun searched through the castle and finally heard some noise on the third floor.
Ahead at the end of the hall, there was a door; the sound was coming from inside.
The room was filled with a rich scent of blood, and the thermal container that once stored the blood bags was empty, just left there by the door.
"Looks like they’re having a feast inside."
Song Yun employed the Phantom Step, and in one swift motion, he appeared at the door.
His footsteps were light, just one step, and the people inside did not notice anything amiss.
He listened intently, the voices from the room reaching his ears.
"Lord Keno, Luck has disappeared; perhaps the vampire mentioned by French officials is indeed Luck."
"It’s not a perhaps, it’s a certainty."
"Omi, you’re not properly restraining your son, and now he has died here, bringing disgrace to our Desla Family."
"***** Courtney, if you keep making snide remarks, don’t blame me for being rude."
"Hmph, if you want to be rude, go ahead and try."
"Fuck..."
There was a dispute inside the room, and Song Yun wished they would start fighting, best to kill a few.
"Stop arguing; we are noble members of the Blood Clan, can’t you show some grace?"
A steady voice halted the argument.