Chapter 105 (1/2)
Perhaps the scrawny werewolf had gone through a little too much today. Not to mention, the shock of a werewolf befriending a vampire had pushed him over the edge; verbal diarrhea came spewing out. Hao Ren could only muster a stunned look and quipped at the end, “….Your Mandarin is pretty decent…”
Casar Ebben glared coldly at his partner’s total lost of self-control and let out a gruff snort. “Ewen, enough! Have some dignity!”
So, the skinny werewolf was called Ewen. He looked at Casar Ebben with resignation and then shifted his gaze towards Vivian. “I admit defeat, kill me if you want to. Werewolves do not negotiate with a vampire… But, I want to know, who in the seven hells are you? There’s little that the two of us cannot defeat. However, we were outmatched by you alone… Bloody hell.”
Hao Ren wanted to retort. What was that, being defeated by Vivian alone?! He also contributed to the fight, a solitary fist on an already beaten sod.…
“The Countess of the Crimson Moon. That’s who she is…” Casar Ebben grunted. He sounded like he was clenching his teeth. “Granted, she didn’t look all that strong compared to the description in the records. But, she’s too strong…”
“That weirdo of a countess?” Ewen Ebben leapt up in shock and he struggled to regain his composure. With weary eyes he looked at Vivian. “One of the oldest vampires….and you’re still alive?”
“Why does everyone I meet want me dead?” Vivian frowned. “And how exactly did you lot record my exploits? I don’t even remember having such a title… Did this one come out of my fight with the Ebbens long ago?”
Ewen’s face was incredulous as he looked at Vivian. “You sure you want to know?”
Vivian nodded with much surety. Ewen gritted his teeth. “Fine, I’ll let you know before you kill me. The records about you say: Dynasty unknown, age unknown, a solitary, ancient vampire and an outcast that mixes around with humans; does whatever she likes without a pattern, seems to have fought with almost every race yet has also made friends with all; does not fear the sun, garlic, holy water or the usual items that will harm a vampire and as such, is thought to be one of the first highborn vampires. Maybe due to her advanced age, she suffers from a severe bout of amnesia, being drowsy half of the time as well as neurotic and manic because she can’t remember her titles. Also, it is not known why she has been extremely poor. There is a tale about her raiding a werewolf’s den to steal a chicken as she was hungry. There, I’m done. Now, finish the deed.”
Hao Ren shook his head. “…If Vivian didn’t plan to kill you at first, she sure does now.”
Angry veins popped out on Vivian’s forehead and a chilly aura formed around her, swirling about. She bared her fangs and stared hard at the werewolf duo. “Are you all crazy? Why do you even chronicle something like this?”
Hao Ren quickly patted Vivian on the shoulder. “Oh, don’t mind them. If you were normal with your exploits, how would you have left an impression?”
Vivian rolled her eyes. She guessed that she could forget about this man who was still learning how to console someone else.
Lily was squatting by the side playing with some pebbles before she suddenly stood up and spoke to Casar Ebben. “You guys can leave. I’m going home.”
Casar Ebben still could not believe that a werewolf would stay with a vampire so willingly. This was against everything he knew. He looked at Lily suspiciously, trying to discern with his eyes if there were any traces of mind control magic at work. “You’re sure about staying with these people? With a vampire to boot?… Are you sure you are not being controlled?”