319 Ethnic Sociology (2/2)

”A Scholar?” Bruce was surprised. ”Impressive! What field of knowledge are you best at?”

”Ethnic sociology!”

”What's that?”

”It studies the relationship between powerful and weak peoples and how they get along with each other.”

Bruce nodded slowly. ”So, you came to us and willingly turned into a vampire from a Golden Son just to study how we got along with human beings and to provide data for your studies?”

”It's only part of the reason.” The young vampire smiled and said, ”The other reason is that the vampires really have a lot of potential, and I dream of becoming an expert too.”

Bruce nodded and said, ”Kid, I think you're qualified to call me Father now.”

”Sorry, but I have to refuse.” The young vampire waved his hands and said, ”My parents are still alive.”

Bruce sighed. ”What a shame.”

…

Yelia and Roland climbed to the top of the hill.

Yelia pointed at the depths of the hill and said, ”The nest is over there. I'll go to the entrance in the front. There's also an exit in the rear of the hill.”

He placed a map before Roland.

”You will attack from the rear and surround the two vampires with me. We will not let them escape.”

There was anger in Yelia's eyes. ”They really should've known better than to mess around on my territory.”

Roland chuckled. ”Okay. That seems like a sound plan.”

Yelia was a responsible man to attack from the front, which would usually encounter more resistance. It was usually less dangerous to attack from the rear.

”Remember, if you run into the vampires, don't hesitate and just try your best. They're good at mental spells. Don't be enchanted by them.”

”Got it!” Roland nodded.

Then they split up. Roland came to the rear of the hill and found a cave where an iron door had been established according to the map.

Shoving the weeds away, Roland pushed the door, only to see that it had been locked tightly. He examined it again and found a finger's gap below the door.

Roland dropped a magic spider down, and it soon crawled behind the door through the gap.

Then, many pictures were sent into Roland's head.

After that, Roland squeezed a Hand of Magic to size and sent it into the gap, before he restored it to its normal shape.

In the end, he removed the plug on the back of the door and pushed the door again. It opened.

A strange stink of urine wafted out from behind the door.