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Chapter 442 - 153. Hot potato? Isn’t this the perfect material for making a nest? _3
Chapter 442: 153. Hot potato? Isn’t this the perfect material for making a nest? _3
"But it seems now, that old bastard tricked us, not all of the Blood Vulture elites died in the disaster."
"You’re very honest."
Murphy commented with a hint of sarcasm.
His ears had been subtly moving in the darkness earlier, lending his Perception to listen to the innermost thoughts of the Thorn clan member before him.
The other party was highly guarded so there wasn’t much information he could pick up, but he could be fairly confident that the man hadn’t lied about this matter.
"I will apologize to the Blood Vulture Duchess personally for this mistake of mine that led to this senseless conflict between our two families tonight."
Count Bai of White Mountain took the initiative to say:
"Indeed, I knew something had gone wrong with the operation to resettle the refugees when I saw the chaos in Bataxin City. The only reason I entered the city was to rescue my loyal servant Vista. Even among the Blood race, loyalty is a virtue that can be praised."
Murphy reacted to the captive’s smooth talk with indifference.
He raised his hand, and the spiritual vulture that had feasted on the energy of the night cawed and beat its wings as it flew into the night sky. Then, with a flick of his finger, the somewhat shriveled vampire heart was tossed to George who had been waiting for a while.
The giant wolf of the Star Realm let out a howl as it jumped up and performed a fantastic roll in the air to catch the delicacy in its mouth. After landing, it wagged its tail and went to a grove to enjoy its feast alone.
Murphy pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers while glancing at Count Bai of White Mountain.
He said:
"I completely agree with your point about loyalty. In addition, your capability to adjust your actions depending on the situation is quite commendable, especially your art of conversation. A foolish adventure that could have sparked a war between two clans, becomes a ’minor friction’ in the name of rescue and loyalty, once it goes through your mouth.
You really have a way with words, sir.
What did you do before you became a vampire? A politician who specializes in sweet talk?"
"More or less."
Count Bai of White Mountain sighed.
The proud man lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally admitted his identity to Murphy. He said:
"I am the leader of the ’White Mountain Faction’ in the Thorn clan. This is a very young faction. Unlike other Thorn vampires who long to reclaim everything they lost in history, my faction and I are more concerned with practical political issues.
This is indeed related to my identity before I became a vampire.
Please allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Andre!
Andre Aleksey Romanoff, this is the name I had when I was human."
"Oh? Romanoff?"
Murphy squinted his eyes.
He put away his handkerchief and asked:
"This is the last name of the Nordtof royal family! So, the ’Lupa’ who is now sitting on the throne of the Winter Wolf is your..."
"Sister!"
Count Bai of White Mountain, Andre, said softly with a complex expression:
"She’s my half-sister from the same father. I was the illegitimate son of the previous King of Nordtof. When my sister took the throne eleven years ago, I, a mere eight years old then, was sent to Blood Thorn Duchy as a ’symbol of traditional friendship’ between the royal family and the Thorn clan.
I lived among the vampires for ten years, and I only officially became a vampire of the Thorn clan last year when I turned eighteen.
Your previous assessment of me was correct, sir.
In the context of the Blood race, I am indeed a big greenhorn."
He looked up at Murphy with a very serious response:
"Please believe that I’m not using my background and identity to threaten you. But the fact is, treating this incident as a minor friction in the name of rescue and loyalty is better for both of us, sir."
Murphy fell into contemplation.
The consideration left visible traces on his face, it gave Count Andre of White Mountain the impression that his negotiation strategy had worked. Just when he was contemplating how to use political methods to resolve this crisis, Murphy asked a strange question:
"What a coincidence. I also became a vampire just last year. So, Andre, when were you ’born’ last year?"
"Huh?"
This question totally caught Count Bai of White Mountain off guard. He was so taken aback that he instinctively replied:
"November, during late autumn and early winter."
"Hm, I was in January, on the coldest, most despairing night of deep winter. It was the deathly cold wind on that night that made me realize, no matter how beautiful the language, nothing could beat a piece of bread or a warm hug imbued with the scent of familiarity."
Murphy cracked a smile.
He stood up and walked over to Count Bai of White Mountain. Moving his fingers and looking down at him from an elevated position, staring into those gray eyes, he said:
"Unlike you, who come from a noble lineage, I come from humble beginnings so I’m clueless about politics. In other words, save your sweet words for the Grand Duke of Cui Si. However, given your special status, I think if I use you as bait, I might be able to catch something big."
"Ba... Bait?"
"Fishing, kiddo. Don’t tell me that as the Queen’s brother, you don’t even have this personal hobby?"
"You! You can’t do that! It’s so disgraceful! I can pay a ransom! Your rashness will bring great trouble to your clan and yourself! The whole of Transylvania will be shaken because of this..."
"Bang"
Following a heavy blow, Murphy bent down to pick up the luxurious noble sword beside the once again unconscious Count Bai of White Mountain. He looked at it from left to right.
In a low voice, he said:
"That’s not your concern, ’bait’."
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