781 Sending Away "Politely" (2/2)

They could not take the risk no matter how many mysterious spells they knew.

They looked up at their president, trying to see the ”Silver Moon” better and to show their loyalties.

At this time, Alterna turned to look at Lucien and pointed at the remains of the primordial time dragon, including some blood, flesh, and a wing.

”Your food,” Alterna said seriously.

Then she quickly turned around as if staring at the blood for too long would be too much of a temptation to her.

Somehow, the president doesn't appear to be very reliable, the legendaries thought to themselves. But soon, they realized that it was the president who defeated the primordial time dragon and did all the plotting, and those who believed that Alterna was unreliable perhaps had all been eaten by Alterna.

”We're all very confident and much encouraged to have you, the 'Silver Moon', to be our president,” said one of the legendaries, and they saluted in great respect, with only Elder Mind hesitating a bit.

The pair of scarlet eyes stared at Elder Mind.

After a while, Elder Mind finally lowered his head and said, ”Your wish is our will.”

If Danisos still got his back, Elder Mind would not have given in. However, there were now two top vampire legendaries, the congress had been united, and the ”Silver Moon” had become the president.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the King of Nightmare had made up his mind heading for Allyn.

Lucien thought that the problem had been solved in a perfect way, but when he was collecting the time dragon flesh and about to leave, he realized that others did not think so at all.

”Mr. Evans, when are you leaving the Dark Mountain Range?” asked Cervantes seriously.

Lucien thought for a while and said, ”I'll pay a short visit to Mr. Rhine and then I'll leave.”

Then Lucien heard many sighs of relief. Cervantes finally gave Lucien a sincere smile. ”Then, take care.”

”I hope you don't come here often,” said Ogre a bit resentfully.

Lucien did not think it was fear. They made the plot themselves, and it turned out that only Natravos was killed. He shouldn't be the one taking all the blame and thus be called the ”Embodiment of Misfortunes”!

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In the Valley of Fiery Stone, Fitia, wearing the black magic robe of the ancient magic empire, saw Dracula coming back in a great rage.

”It failed?” Fitia asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Dracula told the whole story to Fitia and asked angrily, ”You said the congress would be reorganized!”

Fitia grinned. ”Am I wrong?”

”You!” Dracula's dark red eyes were furious.

Fitia shrugged a bit and then squatted down to stroke the cat, Skoy.

Dracula stared at her for a while but finally managed to control himself. He complained in great frustration, ”Why the Primordial Ancestor always, always trusts that b*stard more! Even a sorcerer is more trustworthy than me!”

The same cheerful smile remained on Fitia's face. She had been used to this since a long time ago.

The black cat Skoy turned around proudly and swept Fitia's hand with its tail.