Chapter 601 (2/2)

“Aren’t you interested in the Otherworld?”

“Of course I am.” Hasse’s face was still deadpan. “But interest can only be interest. For now, it’s less important. Don’t forget, I still have a promise to keep; I need to make sure that no demon hunters invade Nasaton before you blow that maelstrom up. For that, I must go back.”

Hao Ren smacked himself on the forehead. “Well, I almost forgot. In that case, I wish you all the best. Don’t always pull a straight face the next time we meet. In a sense, we’re now comrades after all. At least, try not to be a stickler for the differences between demon hunters and otherworldlings when we’re together. I’m looking forward to seeing you someday.”

Hasse glanced at Vivian and nodded slightly. “I’ll think about it, but I can’t help it when it comes to my straight face.”

Vivian was perplexed. “Still as stubborn?”

Hasse looked at Vivian strangely. He lifted his finger and pointed at his blinded eye. “My elder, have you forgotten that you blinded my eye with a Blood Curse and partially paralyzed my face?”

“Wait a minute!” Vivien was dumbfounded. “When did I blind you with a curse? Hasn’t your eye been blind all this while?”

Hasse was angry, and his reaction was not fake in the very least. “..Mmy elder, the war between the demon hunters and the otherworldlings has existed since time immemorial. The situation was even more intense during the Mythological Age, so I’ve never borne a grudge against you for the scars you caused me. But it’s inappropriate for you to pretend to not know—have you forgotten your raid of the assembly on the demon hunters?”

Vivian was baffled. “You’ve reminded me of a question I’ve been wanting to ask: When did I raid your headquarters?”

Hao Ren had only been listening, but something suddenly crossed his mind. “Wait a minute! How did that happen? You two care to tell me?”

A light flashed across Hasse’s eyes as he felt the seriousness in Hao Ren and Vivian’s tone. He had also noticed from Hao Ren’s expression that there was more than met the eye. He knitted his brows tightly together as he looked up at Vivian and recalled, “…In the early days of Olympus, in the middle of a forest in the Middle East, you raided our headquarters. I was ordered to intercept but I was instantly defeated by you and lost one of my eyes as a result. After the end of the Olympian Era, you started a melee fight with a group of European shadelings, and the fallout destroyed a branch of the demon hunters. At that time, I was in said branch, but I managed to withdraw in time. After that, I only heard about your several moody ‘combat records’. The last time I witnessed you in person was in 1426 when you bafflingly took to Egypt. The victims were the remnants of an undead tribe, besides 20 demon hunters, a wizard priory, a group of lions and… ”

Hasse paused with a weird look on his face before he continued, “…a large group of rats. The last scene I saw was of you battling with a group of rats and you looked serious. Those otherworldlings and demon hunters, whom you had injured escaped under your nose. In the end, you were chased by the rats and you fled from the plains.”

Rollie looked at Vivian, feeling confused. “You’re a novice? I can teach you how to catch rats!”

“Knock it off. Here’s a little dried fish, move aside.” Hao Ren dragged the silly cat away and looked at Vivian seriously. “Ring any bells?”

“I… Not at all.” Vivian’s facial expression took a change. “But I remember in 1426… I took a deep sleep that year!”

“Why hasn’t anyone mentioned these things to her before?” asked Hao Ren, staring at Hasse. “Haven’t any of the wretches, whom she tortured mentioned these things to her?”

Hasse found it incomprehensible. “Who would want to bring it up? Moodiness is common among the ancients. The countess is already the most gentle of all the ancients, at least she only goes mad once every few hundred years. And facing such an ancient one… few people would dare ask her for an explanation, don’t you think?”

Hao Ren felt that it made sense. It was not about two people getting drunk, fighting, and then questioning each other the next day. This ancient vampire had thousands of years of combat experience; whoever escaped from her would only question which brainless dude in their family had provoked her, and would never think of asking, “Why did you attack me?” to Vivian’s face. What if the moody elder decided to beat you again when she felt happy? Or what if she beat you up even harder when she was unhappy? Hao Ren thought.

After all, the unusual creature societies were unlike humans; a cat-and-dog life was common to all unusual creatures.