Liszt smoked alone on his way to a small estate in the Eastern part of the Inner City.
Strictly speaking, there were no real "vampires" in this world.
Instead, they existed because of a magical bacterium that had been present since the Ancient Era, known as the "Ancient Scarlet Fever."
This bacterium was very special, as living people couldn’t get infected; only the dead could be infected.
Based on one’s constitution, most people wouldn’t turn into vampires even if they were transfused after death, only a very small number of lucky ones could.
Even the Northern Prison couldn’t figure out why, as this bacterium didn’t have a physical form nor was it an energy body, it was quite an elusive existence.
Once infected, one beca a special kind of life form, and they preferred to call themselves the Blood Clan.
Due to the special nature of this bacterium, although they wouldn’t die under strong sunlight, their ability to move would greatly weaken and the bacteria would beco inactive.
If the weather was extrely overcast, it wouldn’t be a problem for them to co out during the day.
They were also particularly afraid of fire and high temperatures.
Apart from this, they could be considered perfect beings.
If one were to delve into the origins of this bacterium, it would also involve the mythological tales of the natives of the Western Continent, originating from the cosmos’s first deceased, from whose remains all evil forces spread, with the Scarlet Fever being just a negligible part of it.
Since it was the first dead entity, it created the concept of death, and ironically, acquired the property of immortality.
However, mythological tales were just jokes.
Blood Clan were not fun creatures at all, they were existences that everyone sought to exterminate, greeted with glowing eyes by all religious followers as an opportunity for auxiliary police to turn permanent.
Publicly executing one would grant imdiate official status.
Moreover, there were many demon hunters on the Western Continent with unclear heritage, as well as many ghosts and monsters like human-faced birds, Sirens, tree spirits, and many more.
Demon Hunters had a status higher than adventurers; General Fen held them in high regard, recognized by elite graduates, because these people generally had higher overall qualities and were proficient in both literature and martial arts, unlike adventurers who were mostly deceivers and death-seeking types.
Thus, Liszt’s position as a bargain wife was quite awkward, having heard nine years ago that Heaven Port was a good place, he ran all the way from the Northwest of the Western Continent to seek refuge.
This woman, not to ntion anything else, was rich, and Liszt hadn’t yet figured out her background, but she was definitely a pure rich lady.
She said she was 200 years old.
Here, one year was sixteen months, so nearly 300 years old.
Additionally, Liszt suspected there was deceit because she had been in her twenties when she died and had remained that way ever since; who knew how old she was, she could be a thousand-year-old creature.
He felt trendously cheated: this was like abducting an underage male.
Liszt wandered along, lost in his chaotic thoughts, ignoring the few people who greeted him.
As the buildings grew sparser, he gradually approached the edge of the forest, with hardly anyone around anymore due to the terribly frightening piles of mummies stacked outside, acting as a warning for idlers to keep out.
A manor erged, not very imposing compared to the Earl’s in Londen City, a few grades lower, but still very ticulous, its entire New England Gothic style tower was incredibly sinister.
She chose this spot well, the light level was extrely low here, it felt like it was almost evening even in the dayti.
Before he even entered, two burly n, dressed cleanly and odorless, were waiting at the gate.
They were not of sound mind but slaves who had fallen under her spell, completely losing their minds, their expressions utterly vacant.
"Guests have arrived."
"Yes."
Their tone was quite vacant, as if their vocabulary was limited too.
Liszt had heard from Fen that Magic Techniques were generally divided into three categories, and one of them, called Spells, often required racial talents or special bloodlines to cast, and couldn’t be replicated; casters needed no materials or rituals to use them naturally.
"Damn it."
Liszt, lacking any manners, extinguished his cigarette on the back of one burly man’s hand.
Where others had female mages wielding piles drivers, he was stuck with a damned ghost doing the sa.
The burly man engulfed in smoke didn’t react at all, as if he had lost all sense of pain.
Liszt had brought along eighty Gold Coins, considered an initial paynt for the separation, and got quite a scare when he pushed open the door to find a maid standing at the entryway as if she had been waiting for a long ti.
His cheap wife was a person who really knew how to enjoy life; god knows where she had gotten over a dozen virgins to serve as Blood Slaves.
Unlike the two burly n outside, the Blood Slaves retained their intellect, probably enchanted to so degree, but also partly volunteering.
Heaven Port, this wretched place with no one to protect you, would soon turn you into a brothel worker; there was no law here.
Being under her command, although their health was questionable, there was still life to be had.
"You’re back, master ordered to wait here for you, to help you clean up before eting her."
The Blood Slave spoke truthfully, and soon two more Blood Slaves stood by her side.
Liszt had indeed experienced the so-called cleanup before; it truly was a service fit for an emperor, with three girls helping you bathe, making it hard not to get aroused.
But today was not the day for that, he was here to cut through the ss quickly.
"Clean up my ass."
Liszt pushed past the two Blood Slaves and went straight into the living room; she was not there, probably upstairs.
He had been here countless tis and was already familiar with the place.
He made his way to the spacious study upstairs.
As expected, Dreya was nestled on the sofa reading, with the light in the room extrely dim, only the fireplace burning a faint fire.
Although Vampires fear flas, as long as they didn’t co into contact, it posed no real harm.
She was only wearing a purple robe, lying sideways on a lounge chair, her back facing Liszt.
Her blood-red wavy hair almost reached her waist, her figure remarkably slender and tall for a woman, about five feet ten inches tall, with her legs probably making up two-thirds of her height, showcasing elegance and grace, and her feet especially drool-worthy.
"I ca to return your money and also, the divorce, okay, I’m leaving."
Once Liszt had spoken, he slamd the money bag onto the table and headed straight for the door.
Before he could exit, a translucent blood-red barrier completely sealed the door.
"Say that again."
Dreya put down her book, tightened her robe, and stood up using her chin to look up at Liszt who was taller than her.
Even her eyelashes were blood-red, but her face was cold as ice, her erald-green eyes as captivating as gemstones yet with a venomous and mysterious chill to them.
"What difference does it make if I say it again? Divorce, got it or not?"
Liszt was picking his ears; he was really done with this mad woman.
"Is it because of those two won you brought back on your ship? I knew it."
Dreya’s expression turned even colder after speaking.
Liszt was speechless; damn, she was paranoid, even having people spy on him?
"Well, then go ahead."
Dreya said calmly.
Liszt nearly burst out laughing with joy, finally free like a fish in the sea or a bird in the sky, no longer bound by anyone, New Heavenly Port, activate.
He was ready to leave.
But the barrier was still up, was she just playing with him to see if he was really going to go?
A bead of sweat trickled down Liszt’s forehead. That’s why he couldn’t stand it anymore; sothing big was coming.
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