92 Artic - Chapter 92 - Blood Castle (2/2)

Artic confirmed it with his head in a smiles manner. Then there was a strange pressure in the environment. Artic looked the old vampire in the eye and started talking.

”I guess you're not exactly a real vampire because your face has changed and you're getting older. Where are your nobles ?»

When Artic asked that question, the old man and the young man next to him held their breath. How could it have been?

How could this man directly understand what they are? These vampires, who are going to start attacking under normal circumstances because of their identities.

They didn't attack this time.

They were wondering what it was. They could tell that the person they were dealing with was a human being. But they didn't know how a person understood how they were vampires.

There were actually two reasons why Artic realized that the beings opposite him were vampires. The first reason he was on Origin Level so he felt that they are different, so the second reason was because of the movies he watched in his old world.

A few seconds later, the old man erased the baffled look on his face and began to speak with normal expression.

”Sir, Princess Vila is the only noble in our castle right now.”

Artic confirmed it with his head and spoke. His words and deeds reflected exactly a lord. It's like he wasn't putting the two vampires in front of him for anything.

Because of his attitude, the old man looked back and said something to the young man. After confirming with his head, the young man turned around and ran on dirt and stony roads.

He was going to tell the princess. Meanwhile, Artic and Lidia were taken by the old man to a large villa, the most beautiful part of the castle.

As Artic was on his way, he looked around and never disturbed his comfort. When Lidia saw that Artic was so relaxed, she started imitating her

. Artic's confidence was reassuring herself.

That's when the Old Man turned to Artic and started talking.

”Sir, can you tell me who you are?”

Artic looked at the old man and, after smiling lightly, responded in an authoritarian tone.

”It doesn't really matter who I am. But my name is Artic.

The Old Man approved with his head. It wasn't the first time he'd ever been in a situation like this. If the person in front of him was a big and powerful man, or if he was a Vampire Lord, he would not have spoken to normal vampires like himself. It's been a tradition for years.

They reached the big villa at an average of five minutes. Artic looked where he was taken and smiled. He looked at the garden. There were beautiful flowers around.

At the same time, the smell of the mountain was coming up his nose and changing the whole atmosphere. It wasn't just that.

There is a woman also sitting in one of the leather big chairs, red-haired, and one of the most beautiful women Artic had ever seen.

Artic just smiled like an evil person.