"Alexander Corvinus ..."
Elder Amelia looked at Selene in front of her and Kraven behind her, who was furious.
As a family elder who had lived for hundreds of years and one of the three people in power, she probably guessed the whole story.
"Dear Selene, are you saying that you learned about our history from some human? "
Amelia stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
This gorgeous-looking woman with a seductive aura was at the height of her vampire powers.
She was neither as old as Marcus nor as weak as Viktor.
She could still live for a long time and might be the most powerful elder in the coven in the future.
After all, Marcus and Viktor...
They would soon step into their graves and return to the embrace of darkness.
On the other hand, Amelia could continue to enjoy the wonderful things brought by her power and status.
Therefore, this elder's approach to this past, which was deliberately concealed and covered up, remained the same as before.
There was no need to let the young members know since this wasn't something to be proud of.
A long time ago, during the ignorance of the Middle Ages.
Marcus, the vampire, cooperated with Viktor, the Lord, and imprisoned William, the headstrong werewolf, and then established a huge clan.
There had been many dirty transactions and ugly betrayals.
If they had to reveal it, it wouldn't be very nice to hear.
"You are too simple, child. The first person in our coven is Marcus. There is no such thing as Alexander Corvinus, nor is there such a thing as a vampire born of the same origin as werewolves."
Amelia, who looked about 30 years old, had a smile on her face.
She held Selene's hand gently, feeling the coldness of her hands.
Vampires had lower body temperature than ordinary people, and they were always called 'cold-blooded animals.'
The latter subconsciously retracted a little, then realized that it wasn't polite and restrained the impulse.
This vampire warrior wasn't used to being approached by others.
Selene had always been an anomaly in this large family with many branches.
She liked to go her own way and resisted everyone's approach.
Except for the sleeping Viktor -- the other party was equivalent to a father figure to her.
If Viktor hadn't adopted her, brought her with him, and given her a 'first kiss,' Selene might have died in some dark alley after losing her parents.
"But I saw the history books written by Tanis. It recorded Marcus and William's stories. They were bitten by a bat and a wolf, thus becoming a vampire and a werewolf ..."
Selene opened the book in her hand to prove that she wasn't talking nonsense.
Amelia smiled and interrupted softly, "Tanis makes mistakes too. He is the coven's 'historian,' responsible for recording everything about us."
"The survivor of the Black Death, the Hungarian warlord, the first immortal ... I have heard such rumors. But after so many years, no one has really seen him."
"Tanis probably heard the rumor and wrote it in. That's the truth."
"He was almost punished by Viktor and sent into exile in Siberia."
Selene's brow furrowed. Her intuition was telling her that it wasn't that simple.
"Elder, maybe Viktor ..."
The vampire warrior tried to say something, but Amelia stopped her.
The other party took the book, and a dark light swept through her eyes.
The hand that was holding Selene's slightly squeezed harder.
"Viktor will wake up tomorrow night. Wait until then."
Amelia was adamant. She didn't give Selene another chance to speak.
"He treats you like a daughter and sees you as his most beloved child. He will answer all your questions, Selene."
After that, Amelia swayed her slender waist like the sultry movements of a snake and disappeared behind the study door.
This was a secret conversation.
"I've told you before; Elder Amelia wouldn't believe in that nonsense! What flows in our bodies is noble blood."
Kraven held his head high and spoke proudly, "Werewolves are a bunch of lowly slaves who deserve to live in dark caves and damp sewers."
Selene's eyebrows, like sharp blades, suddenly rose. There was a chill in her eyes.
She gave Kraven a cold glare and sarcastically said, "Do you really believe that?"
Saying they were of the noble bloodline was okay to deceive newcomers in the hall.
With the continuous arrival of the technological revolution, the mysterious veil of the dark world had long been torn down.
Even hunting werewolves began to change from cold weapons to silver bullet guns.
Concerning bloodlines... who was nobler than whom?
"Viktor will believe me."
Selene's mind went back to Superman, who probably knew more.
Without saying much, she strode forward with her leather boots and hurried away.
The female vampire warrior thought that Elder Amelia was acting like she was covering something up.
"Ah, Viktor."
Watching Selene's back, Kraven bowed his head and smiled.
"Of course, he'll believe you, poor Selene."
As Viktor's confidant, Kraven knew more secrets than Selene.
For example, ...
The person who killed Selene's family wasn't a werewolf.
In fact, it was Viktor who went out secretly, hunting and drinking blood.
The reason why he let Selene go was simply that the other party looked like his deceased daughter.
"We're all a bunch of cold-blooded animals. How could there be any warmth to speak of? "
Kraven was amused at the thought that Selene regarded Viktor as her father.
Treating an enemy as a relative was a cruel and ironic joke.
"Alexander Corvinus ..."
Kraven's face turned somber as he restrained his expression.
He had heard of that name.
From Lucian, the Lycan Leader.
'But how could humans find out? It doesn't make sense. '
Klein rolled his eyes. He had a bold idea.
...
...
The next day, early morning.
The sun casted a warm light into the room through the gap in the curtains.
Luke's body woke up automatically as if he had set an alarm clock.
After a long night's ordeal yesterday, Howard was rescued from Moulin Rouge.
Then they met a vampire who followed them and got involved in the feud between Alexander Corvinus's descendants.
The series of events seemed like a series of dramas played one after another.
'Life is really fulfilling. '
Luke stretched out and pulled back the thick curtains to welcome the new day.
'Having no one with me in the morning is a bit uncomfortable. '
He unrolled his robe and looked at the big bed, enough for three to four people to sleep on. He couldn't help feeling lonely.
These days when he opened his eyes, he could always see a beautiful person nestled in his arms.
But now, no one could warm his heart.
'I hope the business trip will end sooner."
Luke began to miss New York. He liked the vibrant city better than the glamorous Paris.
Although, in the decades to come, it would become the most dangerous place in the world.
Along with Tokyo, where Ultraman haunts, the Golden Gate Bridge, which was frequently bombed, and the White House, the number one target of terrorist attacks, would be among the most unsafe places on earth.
Knock, knock.
Someone came knocking at the door.
'It must be Howard...'
Luke wondered helplessly.
After a bad encounter, Howard still hadn't learned anything.
Especially after witnessing Selene's nimble moves and hearing the convoluted past of those vampire clans.
His interest in the dark world, as well as magic and alien creatures, seemed to grow even stronger.
As the saying goes, a leopard can't change its spots.
Even if he threw up in the toilet all night, he vomited all his stomach acid, then laid in bed and had a terrible nightmare of blood and terror.
Howard was still attracted by the unknown and the seemingly dangerous and exciting life.
He was a restless fellow at heart.
Only when he got married, had a child, and shoulder the heavy responsibilities of a husband and father could he stifle that restless heart.
"A meeting is scheduled for noon today to discuss trade channels between countries and Atlantis."
Luke opened the door, and Howard, who looked like a giant panda, walked in.
He looked like he could fall over and die any time now; he obviously stayed up all night.
"I know that the peace summit is definitely a huge undertaking."
Howard nodded his head and spoke in a consulting tone, "Just wait until these political games, the allocation of resources, and national issues have been dealt with. Can you let me participate in the vampire follow-up event, Luke?"
"Howard, have you forgotten the pain? Rania's misery and the scene where she can't wait to eat you as a snack?"
Luke poured Iron Man's father a cup of coffee, reminding him, "Don't just think those vampires are young and beautiful. They are actually hundreds of years old, 'ancient'! Especially adult women. They can't help their bloodthirsty desire and harm mating objects when they reach the peak of stimulation when they engage in lovemaking."
"Trust me. It doesn't feel too good."
Howard froze and wanted to explain that he wasn't interested in female vampires -- at least not until he was free of the trauma from Rania.
However, his attention was quickly diverted by what Luke said.
"You know a lot about this."
Howard's eyes were full of doubts. If he hadn't seen it himself, how could he have such detailed knowledge?
"Don't get me wrong. I'm Superman, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a Lieutenant General in the Pentagon. Why would I have an inappropriate relationship with a vampire? "
Luke said solemnly.
He had never slept with a vampire. At best, he had been interacting with a mutant at a reduced distance.
As for how he understood this knowledge?
New York Sanctum had a rich collection of books.
Even 'Aftercare for Female Vampires,' a scientific book that was hardly useful, was in its collection.
"By the way, I don't think I've ever said I'd be involved in an internal dispute within a vampire coven, have I?"
His thoughts were dispersed for a moment. Luke frowned slightly and quickly reacted.
"Please, I've known you for so long, and I still don't understand your character."
Howard threw two cubes of sugar into his coffee cup, rubbed his tired face, and said, "If you're not going to get involved with the vampire covenants, then why were you talking so much and giving that vampire warrior woman a free history lesson?"
"Either, you have a crush on the other party."
"Or you're planning something."
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