So vampires were still laughing, oblivious to the fact that they were the real fools.
Vladimir had only recognized the presence of Dracula's lineage, but he failed to see that the blood clan prince imprisoned in the bronze coffin was Dracula himself!
Mike yawned, his interest waning, and waved his hand dismissively.
"Alright, you go get so rest. I'll have a private chat with this prince."
"Right away, Master!"
Vladimir didn't forget to close the door behind him, his deanor exceptionally respectful.
After Vladimir left, Dracula's smile vanished, and he looked at Mike coldly. He tried to speak, but a wooden stake with a crucifix was lodged in his throat.
Vladimir knew exactly how to deal with high-tier vampires. Mike had no intention of releasing Dracula's restraints.
To be honest, after learning his true identity, Mike wanted to nail a few more crucifixes onto him!
"Use your blood to form words for communication," Mike said frankly. "You can do that."
A drop of blood floated out from the bronze coffin, coalescing into ancient blood clan script, obscure and difficult to understand.
Dracula: "Very well."
Anyone else might have been stumped by this script, but Mike was no ordinary person.
He was the owner of an SSS-tier talent!
Translating so ancient blood clan text was child's play for him.
Without changing his expression, Mike continued,
"Should I address you as Dracula, or Cain? Your na is the sa as one of my classmates, how interesting."
Before the Second Awakened Eye of Truth, Dracula had no secrets to hide.
This aged body, as Vladimir had said, was indeed a descendant of the blood ancestor's trusted aide.
He was also a blood clan powerhouse that Vladimir had known back in the day.
However, his soul was Dracula's.
Clearly, this was the result of so secret blood clan technique.
Within the sa lineage, the superior had absolute control over the inferior!
The blood in the air transford into words once more.
Dracula: "I am Dracula. I haven't used the na Cain in a long ti. I have no connection to your classmate. It's just a coincidence."
"Alright, let's go with your story."
Mike asked sincerely,
"Give
reason to keep you around and exploit you."
If it were any other blood clan powerhouse, Mike might consider exploiting them.
Soone like Vladimir, or even slightly stronger than Vladimir,
Mike could accept.
But Dracula?
He was a bit too powerful.
Even with his weakened state and diminished strength,
keeping such a being in his private space was like having a ticking ti bomb, ready to explode at any mont!
Keeping him around wouldn't be of much use and would only bring instability.
It would be better to just sell him off at the Mystic Market.
Mike fell silent for a mont.
The blood in the air changed shape again.
This ti, it ford human script.
This change alone showed a shift in Dracula's attitude.
He wanted to negotiate with Mike.
Staying here was more beneficial than detrintal to Dracula.
He had a reason to stay.
Dracula: "I can provide you with the blood essence of a prince-level blood clan mber."
Mike shook his head. "I'm not short of that."
Dracula: "I'm willing to sign a soul contract with you."
Mike shook his head again. "No."
Who was Dracula?
A blood clan powerhouse from ancient tis, far surpassing Vladimir in strength.
And the blood clan had a specialty-the Soul Elent!
If Dracula could take over the body of his descendant, he might also be able to manipulate a
soul contract.
With two consecutive offers rejected, Dracula was montarily speechless.
After finishing his cola, Mike stood up.
"I don't have much ti to waste on you. If there's nothing else, I'll be going."
Mike had given Dracula two chances.
Yet, he had only offered insincere conditions and even tried to pull a fast one on Mike!
If Dracula didn't show more sincerity, he could be killed off.
After all, Mike wouldn't lose anything!
Dracula's soul could fetch a good price at the Mystic Market.
Unlike Dracula, the Mystic Market was a place of genuine fair trade.
Before Mike could leave, Dracula made his third offer.
He knew this was his last chance.
If he couldn't offer sothing tempting, his fate would likely be grim.
Dracula: "I can shield you from fatal blows."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
Dracula: "Once summoned, I can transfer any attack targeting you onto myself."
That sounded... sowhat useful?
"Continue."
Dracula: "This body is not truly mine. I can help you refine it into a blood clan decoy, without
self-awareness, completely under your control."
A blood clan decoy with the strength of a Ninth-tier Lord?
That didn't sound too bad.
Mike asked casually, "Can you refine other things into decoys as well?"
Dracula: "Yes."
"Good, I think I understand what you can do for ."
Mike clapped his hands. The ability to act as a at shield was enough to convince him to
keep Dracula around.
"Let briefly explain the benefits and perks we offer here."
Mike put on a friendly smile and said enthusiastically,
"Considering your rather harsh living conditions in the dungeon, we're quite humane here.
You'll enjoy 3 hours of sunbathing every day, 1 hour of holy water sauna, and 15 minutes of
purification by a bishop..."
Hearing this, Dracula's mouth twitched.
He called this benefits and perks?!
Any other vampire would be lucky to survive this routine!
"Oh, right, you can also participate in the daily Money Tree shake for free. I'll cover the cost."
Mike didn't forget about the Money Tree.
Everyone in the private space had to shake the tree!
Even a prisoner like Dracula was no exception!
However, Mike would absolutely not return anything Dracula shook out.
Their relationship was still in the stage of mutual exploitation, every action filled with
caution and calculation.
Dracula wasn't like Vladimir.
Although Vladimir was a bit greedy and gluttonous, he was ultimately harmless.
Otherwise, Mike wouldn't have turned him into a pig to protect Little Nine.
That in itself was a form of trust.
And Vladimir wouldn't betray that trust.
Because Vladimir knew that trust was hard-earned.
He had shed countless drops of blood to earn that tiny bit of trust.
He couldn't just waste it!
Blindly placing trust in such a scheming and powerful figure was definitely not a wise choice!
After finishing his conversation with Dracula, Mike stood up and pushed the door open.
Standing at the entrance of the dungeon, Mike stretched, the sun shining brightly outside.
Vladimir naturally appeared behind Mike, like a loyal servant.
Mike yawned lazily.
"Did you hear everything we just talked about?"
Vladimir bowed slightly, his eyes filled with respect, a sneer playing on his lips.
"Master, I heard everything."
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