'I doubt the old ba*stard Lucian is so naïve as to believe the old Dracula was so altruistic. We have bartered every time the price for my help. When I have taken risks, it was only because the alternative was worse than the previous one. I like his selling pitch, though.'
Tobi stood at the front of the crowd of nobles, as he waited for Vampire Ancestor Lucian to finish his long and boring speech, but then the entire hall seemed to shudder fiercely from a large tremendous tremor that ran across the entirety of the hall, followed by a burst of hysterical laughter.
Immediately, Tobi felt something strange inside of him as if he had been heavily punched hard in the stomach, almost knocking the air he had out of his lungs.
His face turned pale with a nausea feeling, that gave him the urge to almost vomit, but barely restrained himself.
