Superman

There is no doubt that Serena has absolutely no idea of ​​staying overnight.

Although in terms of vampire aesthetics, this Superman Lieutenant General is quite suitable as... a guest in the curtain.

Although the style of most vampire families is relatively open, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is arrogant.

After all, a long life of hundreds of years would be too boring if you don't have some fun.

Good wine, food, beautiful body, gorgeous clothes, lively banquets... only these can fill the emptiness in the heart.

But Serena is an exception, she doesn't like those.

Her inner hatred made her take the initiative to join the'Death Walker' and choose to fight the werewolves.

On the 100-year-old adult birthday before, many people said that they would give Serena a male pet or come to a naked outdoor party, but she refused.

"Then I won't bother."

Serena went out of the window without any problems.

The night wind roared, turning the corners of the clothes, making hunting noises.

She is agile, like a running hunter, hurried to a manor in the Moulin Rouge.

This evening was not ordinary for Serena.

She heard too many secrets, the Superman Lieutenant General told the history of vampires and werewolves, as well as the names of ancestors who do not know the truth or not.

As a result, the vampire lady, who is known as the "werewolf killer," was a little confused, thinking about going back to read the history book, or ask Thales.

That guy is a polymath who has won the trust of the elders and has a good understanding of the origin of the blood race.

"Alexander Covinus..."

Serena whispered softly, slender like a bird, passing by the houses.

Twenty minutes later, the downpour fell.

Selena, who was soaked all over, pushed open the thick door with intricate patterns, and a strange and confusing aura came upon her face.

In the wide hall, gorgeous women wear revealing costumes, gorgeous long skirts outline the curve, and the lowered tube top is white.

This is even more attractive than the sexy dancers of the Moulin Rouge!

They either sit or lie down, either rubbing each other's ears and tangling each other, and fall on the sofa, or they sit on each other's laps with their arms around the man's neck.

The stray laughter and flirting whispers echoed in the hall.

All kinds of high-end tobaccos and luxury wines on the table have produced a psychedelic-like effect, which makes people can't help but indulge.

"Where is Klein?"

Serena was indifferent.

She took off the soaked windbreaker, tight-fitting leather suit, waistcoat waistcoat, and the silver pistol pinned to her waist.

"He...maybe in the study. Serena, come and have a drink."

A drunk woman with heavy makeup handed over the goblet, which was filled with scarlet liquid.

Not red wine.

It's warm blood.

Serena ignored it and turned away.

She seemed incompatible with the atmosphere of the whole hall, as if she was a female soldier who had strayed into the upper class.

"Selena, what's the matter with you?"

All the way up to the study on the second floor, Serena passed the hand who wanted to stop her, pressed her hands on the door, and slammed it open.

Bang!

"Hurry up! Klein...Ah!"

The coquettish voice, the moving call, stopped abruptly.

Klein, who was working hard, put on his pants in embarrassment and threw the unsatisfied woman aside.

"This is a misunderstanding. Selena, listen to my explanation, just... how do you say it, I just idle nothing to do, and then..."

The black-haired man with a pretty white face said incoherently.

However, Serena, who broke in, didn't care at all, didn't look straight, and said: "Give me the key to the underground library, and then you can continue playing, Klein."

"What do you want this to do? Victor is sleeping, it's best not to disturb him."

Klein, who seemed to be ignored, was a little bit irritated.

Is he not handsome enough, or is his job not good enough?

I didn't even look at it!

It hurts self-esteem!

"Just give it to me, your little pet is still waiting for you."

Serena said coldly.

She was anxious to verify that what Luke had said was true.

Although Klein is the manager of the family, most of the matters are left to him, and he will give orders, and he also shows the desire to pursue Serena.

But the latter still has no good attitude.

because--

Serena doesn't like... mother-in-law.

She has no interest in calculating cowards, hiding behind, and never daring to charge.

"This is the key. Elder Amelia will hold a dance party tomorrow night. You have..."

Klein stared at Selena who turned around and left, so angry that he wanted to curse.

It's like sending messages on time every day, licking the dog with courtesy, but never getting a reply from the goddess.

"Klein, why don't we continue..."

The woman who was wrapped up like a water snake was pushed away without touching it.

"roll!"

Klein roared roughly.

A look of a ruthless scumbag unplugged.

Immediately afterwards, he released his anger on the others: "Pierre, you useless trash, didn't stop Serena! Where did she go today?"

"I'll check it later. There was an explosion at the Moulin Rouge tonight. She may have gone to investigate."

The subordinates guarding the outside of the study were also very aggrieved. The opponent was a deathwalker, an elite fighter who specializes in hunting werewolves.

"Selena is a bit abnormal. She is very anxious to go to the underground library, what information is she looking for?"

Klein still has a keen sense of smell, not only paying attention to every move of the goddess, but also promptly detecting something wrong.

After half an hour, the subordinate who inquired about the news came back and reported the situation truthfully.

"What did she go to the Palace Hotel? She stayed in the room for so long?"

Klein frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

"All the representatives of the peace summit live there. Could it be..."

The more he thought about it, the more irritable Klein was, as if he heard raindrops falling on the green grass.

Jealousy, as well as the humiliation just now, prompted him to prepare for some irrational actions.

"Find a few people..."

Bang!

Serena slammed the door open again.

Klein, who was planning to do bad things, almost had a heart attack.

"Se...Lina, is there anything else for you?"

He asked with a guilty conscience.

"I want to see Elder Amelia!"

Serena asked straightforwardly.

She was holding an old book in her hand.

It records the history of Marcus and William, the ancestors of werewolves and the leaders of the vampire family!

"What do you want to do?"

Klein's expression became solemn, and it was no small matter to summon the elders.

Even if he wanted to pursue Serena and win the other's heart, he couldn't easily agree.

"Alexander Covinus, I want to know the meaning behind this name."

Serena was cold. She remembered everything Superman said, gritted her teeth and said: "This may end the bloody war between our family and the werewolves for so many years!"

If the Marcus family and the wolf king Lucian belong to the same blood, perhaps history will be rewritten.

"What are you going crazy? We are noble blood, what does it have to do with werewolves?"

Klein was furious, he didn't admit to being involved with werewolves.

Hundreds of years ago, the wolf king Lucian was still a lowly slave, and all werewolves were slaves.

Selena’s explanation is equivalent to telling the white people that you and the black slave actually have the same dad.

Let the vampires in the hall know that not only are they unacceptable, they even think it is a shame.

"I have never heard of Alexander Covinus, this is all a lie! Serena, this is all a human deception to you!"

Klein scolded coldly, extremely severely.

Regarding this, Serena was noncommittal, she only trusted her own judgment.

"Elder Amelia is here."

The subordinates who were observing the whole time glanced at the open iron door outside the window.

Tomorrow night there will be a prom, and Victor is about to wake up, Elder Amelia is here to take over.

Although vampires claim to be an immortal species, they have not reached the horror of being immortal.

The younger, low-level blood races have a life course of at most one or two hundred years.

The higher-level bloodline is more pure, can live for five to six hundred years.

Through a long sleep, it can be extended.

Only "ancestors" like Grand Duke Dracula and Alexander Covinus can overcome the thousand-year barrier.

"Now, I don't need you anymore."

Serena spoke contemptuously and turned to leave the study.

She is going to find Elder Amelia or Victor herself.

Tomorrow night, the latter will be awakened.