Chapter 1818 (1/2)
There is no fixed light source in the castle, only the candlestick in the hands of the bride who leads the way. When looking out from the Gothic spire windows, the moon emits a blood red evil light.
The floor is covered with luxurious carpets, and the walls are lined with grim looking portraits. Gorgeous works of art can be seen everywhere, and even many of them were created by Dracula himself.
For example, the painting spitting at the cross was painted by himself. The realistic brush strokes made him look very natural and unrestrained.
Wanda also saw the painting. After all, it was hanging in the corridor leading to the restaurant, and the length was too conspicuous.
It's just that she doesn't believe Dracula is as young and handsome as in the picture. The vampires in TV series and movies are all performed by actors. The real ancestor of blood clan should be a monster, right?
However, when the brides opened the door of the dining room, and in the magnificent room like a huge church, the young man turned to welcome the Supreme Master with a smile and open arms. She found that the self portrait was obviously modest.
Pale skin, blood pupil, all remind each other of the identity of the vampire, but that beautiful face like the God, and the charm of the breath is like poppy.
As a mutant sorcerer, she is still resistant to the fascination of blood clan. She just frowns a little, and then she goes to see Dracula, which is not so thrilling.
Well, it's almost the appearance level of Hollywood's top male stars. It's no longer impersonal.
”Welcome, master. I didn't expect you to come to my little castle. Please be seated.” Dracula smiles and hugs the Supreme Master and shakes hands. His long white hair is gently draped over his shoulders, maintaining courtesy and showing enthusiasm. Then he leads the two to the dining table.
”That's very kind of you. There are thousands of square meters in your restaurant. The dining table is more than 70 meters in length. How can you say it's a small castle?” Su Ming also smiles and greets each other, and follows him to the table: ”it's much more luxurious than my Kama Taj.”
Zhenzu demurely smile, accepted these praise: ”play music, serve, according to the eastern custom, we eat and talk.”
Instead of sitting at both ends of the long table with the supreme mage, he sat down side by side and told the blood servants to prepare food.
Wanda doesn't want to eat blood clan's food at all. If she brings a bucket of virgin's blood later, will she drink it or not?
Her little head was full of tangles.
But when she saw that the Supreme Master was still talking and laughing with Zhenzu, she seemed to have found the backbone and became firm.
”Don't be nervous. You don't know the habits of blood clan.” Seeing her fingers holding her jeans and clenching her fist, Su Ming said with a smile: ”the castle banquet hall is, frankly speaking, a dance hall, which is used to receive guests, and the blood clan usually dine in the bedroom.”
”There are also some in the dungeon, and some younger generation like to eat in the coffin, which is very indecent.” Dracula kept a perfect smile and added: ”but most European Blood race still abide by the rules. It is estimated that the younger generation in the United States has left a bad impression on the beautiful lady. This...”
”Wanda, a student of monak students, I will bring her out to see the world.” Su Ming introduced Wanda's identity to Zhenzu. In fact, it's OK to say that wangciwang is also good. After all, Eric was very famous in Europe at that time.
Dracula did not kiss her hands, but nodded gently to show that she knew. At the same time, a vampire symphony orchestra also entered the dining room. After saluting, they played their own affairs on the giant organ beside the wall.
This music together, there is the atmosphere of the night banquet of the powerful family. How can ordinary people have this kind of ostentation? Generally speaking, if you don't play music at dinner, maybe twice in her life, it's suona...