'Lady?'
'What Lady?'
Howard looked puzzled.
He stood up, looked out of the window, and found nothing unusual.
"This is the 22nd floor."
Howard chuckled and wondered if Luke had heard wrong.
There was nothing to cling on outside, and those who could climb up with their bare hands would be something like a humanoid spider.
"That's why you still haven't gotten rid of your rigid perceptions."
Luke shook his head helplessly, determined to completely break Howard's stiff way of thinking.
Both eyes faintly condensed, and high-temperature rays shot out.
He had great control and didn't shatter the glass, creating an amazing scene.
Instead, as if it was cut with a laser, the floor-to-ceiling window opened.
"I don't think the hotel manager is going to ask us for compensation, right?"
Howard had nothing to say; he was now a little nervous that a vampire would jump in through the window.
The thick shadow left in his heart couldn't be removed so quickly.
"It's so cold outside, and it looks like it's going to rain. Are you sure you don't want to come in to avoid the rain? My room is quite spacious."
Although the vampire hiding outside had a very slow heartbeat, Luke still noticed it.
His super vision scanned through the brick wall structure and detected a slender figure firmly resting on the smooth window surface like a gecko.
The almost silent sound of breathing, which fell in his ears, was unmistakable.
"Not bad for Superman."
A few seconds later, a slightly cold voice came in.
A tall woman with a long black trench coat and a tight one-piece leather suit hung upside down above the French windows.
With just one jump, she entered through the hole cut out by his Heat Vision.
The flexibility and agility of her movements were completely beyond the realm of ordinary people.
"Vampires are ... quite good-looking."
Howard stepped back and stood behind Luke.
The tall woman who appeared in the room had short, shoulder-length black hair and a refined face that looked cold.
Her snow-white skin reflected white porcelain-like radiance.
Especially those eyes that were flashing with a determined look.
'Another Ice Queen!'
Howard glanced at her and considered her to be the same type as the White Queen.
She was a beautiful creature that awakened the male desire for conquest and satisfaction.
Howard thought she was very much to Luke's liking. This was certainly his type.
Howard quietly looked at them and thought silently.
"Why? Do vampires nowadays treat the commandments of the three sanctums as empty words?"
Luke ignored Howard, whose old habits were hard to change. He was polite and gestured to invite the vampire lady, who visited late at night, to sit down.
Nowadays, the European continent was the base camp of dark creatures.
This pattern wouldn't change until after the Cold War.
At that time, vampires and werewolves gradually moved to North America.
"The General must be joking. Who dares to ignore Sorcerer Supreme's orders? Wouldn't that be looking for death? "
The tall woman sat on a separate sofa with no expression, keeping her distance from Luke and Howard.
"It's just that there was an explosion near Moulin Rouge this evening. I'm a 'Death Dealer' within the coven, and it's my duty to trace the reason behind it, to see if the werewolves are secretly planning something."
"I followed the residual scent of the ... friend you are with, all the way to the hotel, which led to this misunderstanding."
Compared to Rania, who lost her mind when she smelled blood, this vampire lady's attitude was much politer, allowing Luke to skip the 'physical' part.
Every time he encountered someone he couldn't communicate with, he could only communicate on a friendly 'physical' level.
To be honest, it was a bit tiring.
"What a coincidence, this lady -- what's your name?"
Luke asked.
"Selene."
The other party answered concisely.
"Well, Miss Selene, the issue you just mentioned is exactly what I'm talking about."
Luke's voice became less gentle as he pulled back the smile on his face.
"Since the three sanctums decreed the rules and signed pacts with vampires, werewolves, and other leaders of the dark world, there have been very few cases of feeding and hunting of humans -- relatively speaking."
"I have read the records of the New York Sanctum, and no vampire coven has committed such a crime for at least 30 years."
"The last time, in the Austria-Hungary empire, a nobleman couldn't resist his bloodlust and harmed an innocent girl. He was later dragged into the sunlight by the Sanctum Master and tortured under the sun."
Luke paused and looked at Selene's face.
The other party didn't seem angry. It looked like she had no deep feelings for her kin.
"But not long ago, my friend Howard Stark was attacked by a female vampire named Rania."
Luke pointed to Howard, who was acting as an outsider. The latter was very cooperative, nodding his head vigorously.
"Since you're a 'Death Dealer' of the coven, you should know what would happen if you violate the sanctum rules. I hope -- by the way, which coven are you?"
"We are led by Viktor and Marcus."
Selene replied.
"Right now, there are three elders. Marcus and Viktor preside over coven affairs, and are currently asleep."
Luke raised his eyebrows, looking a little intense, and continued: "Then you have to give an explanation to my friend and me."
"Lieutenant General, there is no woman named Rania in our coven."
Selene frowned slightly and explained, "I looked at the scene. Although she ... wasn't human, we could find out from the memory of residual blood that she does not belong to our coven."
"That's not very convincing."
Luke shook his head without giving in.
"Paris is the vampire's lair, Moulin Rouge is in your coven's area, and my friend was attacked. No matter which side Rania came from, you have to give a satisfactory explanation."
Selene's brow furrowed even more, and her eyes became colder as she reached under her trench coat with her right hand.
"You're being a little unreasonable, General."
She spoke angrily.
"Don't make those little movements, Miss Selene. This could cause you to lose the only remaining shred of respect."
Luke didn't care about the tense atmosphere. He picked up the glass on the table and finished his last sip of whisky.
"Anyone willing to sit at the table should cherish the opportunity to communicate with others."
"Because to lift the table is to declare the rules of the game null and void."
"At that time, you and your coven will only end up even worse."
Luke bowed his head, played with his glass, and smiled lightly, "Miss Selene, you think I'm unreasonable, but you haven't seen what it means to be truly -- barbaric."
"Is this a threat?"
Selene took a deep breath, and the beautiful curves wrapped under her leather jacket fluctuated again with a noticeable wave.
"No, this is a reminder."
Luke put down his glass and earnestly said, "I stayed patient and didn't send an army to your coven to bombard your house with artillery and drag all those drunken vampires into the sun, turning them into a pile of ashes."
"It's not that you're so pretty that I feel bad about it or that vampires are scary, and I feel afraid of them."
"Your ancestors and I are colleagues. I have to give Lieutenant General Corvinus some respect."
Selene, who had a straightforward personality, wanted to pull out her gun and shoot the young General in front of her, putting a dozen holes in him.
But when she heard the last sentence, she was stunned.
"What did you say?"
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