"Alright. Since you're paying, I won't make a fuss about it."
Helen's gaze wandered among the seasoned scholars participating in academic exchanges. In her view, being seasoned meant being middle-aged or elderly. Their blood was not tender enough and difficult to drink.
The old man's blood is even harder to drink! Helen took a glass of red wine, unable to taste the blood, but it's fine to drink the red liquid.
Albert raised his glass and took a sip, then gave Helen a glance and said, "Actually, I really like it when my companion becomes the center of attention at events. Do you understand?"
"Why? Because it twinkles and sparkles?" Helen chuckled.
"No, no, no," Albert shook his finger and said, "You can think about it from a different perspective. For example, if my partner can attract everyone's attention, doesn't that prove that I am feeding her well and being a qualified caretaker?"
"Did you say I'm a pig?" Helen's face darkened.
Since being injured, there have always been people trying to harass her.
Albert couldn't help but laugh.
"No, no, no. That's what you said, definitely not me. You're just too clever and immediately grasped the depths of my thoughts."
"Do you want to get beaten up?" Helen wanted to show her sharp teeth.
This man named Albert is also a vampire hunter. He knows her identity.
"Please, please, don't resort to violence. A true gentleman settles matters with words, not fists," Albert set down his glass, unsure of the vampire's true strength.
Helen suddenly leaned in and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I'm not a gentleman, you know. I'm a vampire."
"Alright, then why don't you take a bite out of me?" Albert deliberately rolled up his sleeves, revealing a small portion of his forearm, and flaunted it in front of Helen.
The wheat-colored skin is elastic and plump, with blood flowing underneath, hot and passionate, exuding charm and endless allure. Helen's eyes darkened, wanting to bite down, but there are many people around now!
Albert revealed a smile that seemed to be begging for mercy. He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he last laughed so heartily. Ever since that incident in his childhood, even his smiles seemed fake. But today, unexpectedly, someone from a different ethnicity managed to unlock the hidden depths of his heart.
Albert suddenly remembered the "karmic fate" that his teacher had mentioned, wondering if it had silently approached him.
The two of them ran into the corridor from the lobby. At the end of the corridor, a slender silhouette of a man was approaching.
Dennis stood in a warm and gentle light, his tone as cold as before: "Helen?"
Helen stopped in her tracks and ran into Albert's arms. She turned around suddenly, with a glint of silver water light in her eyes like a cold swan: "Dennis? What are you doing here?"
Albert narrowed his eyes, and his thoughts suddenly shifted. Does Dennis know her? What is their relationship?
Albert suddenly embraced Helen's waist and greeted her with a smile, saying, "Hey, it's the number one hunter. Long time no see."
"Get out of here." Suddenly and unexpectedly, Dennis' attitude was unfriendly.
"Sure. Such a unique greeting, I like it. Let's go." Albert wasn't angry or bothered, he cheerfully called out to Helen and was about to leave.
"You go, she stays." Dennis held onto Helen and tightly grasped her wrist.
Albert held Helen's other hand, wearing a friendly smile on his face. However, his words were assertive: "Impossible. She damaged my car, and I am her creditor. She is now under my control."
Dennis took out a check, signed his own name on it, and handed it to Albert, saying, "I'll take the person with me, you can fill in the amount as you like."
Albert took the check and tore it open one by one in front of Dennis, sprinkling them above Dennis's head. He said, "Do I look like someone who lacks money? Besides, you're so generous, do you still have money to give to Emma?"
"Do not mention Emma again." Dennis stood in front of Albert, his slender figure strong and rigid.
"If I had to say it, what would you want me to say?" Albert put his hands in his pockets, appearing indifferent and seemingly determined to go against the flow.
"Do you think I wouldn't dare to take action?" Dennis's voice was icy, pressing against Albert's ear.
Albert raised an eyebrow slightly and disdainfully said, "At most, we are evenly matched, aren't we?"
"What exactly do you want?" Dennis' figure was close, like a deep dark pool, and the tea-black depths of his eyes were gradually revealing a chilling coldness.
Albert suddenly laughed and leaned towards Dennis's ear, slowly saying, "I will leave, and she will leave with me. If I stay, she stays too. And everything you want, I want it all. I won't keep any of what you love."
"Okay, you can give it a try," Dennis lightly flicked an eyelash and stirred up endless ripples, responding calmly.
"Let's give it a try, who's afraid of you? Miss, let's go."
Dennis doesn't let go and doesn't release the person, saying "You can't leave."
Albert turned around and whispered to Dennis, "Are you going to leave her here to listen to your speech on how to kill her kind?"
Dennis slightly furrowed his brow, his body stiffened for a moment, and finally, he slowly released Helen and turned away. Before leaving, he didn't utter a single word.
Helen followed Albert out of the venue and asked in confusion, "What kind of academic conference is this? Why is Dennis attending?"
Albert raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting, and said, "Do you really want to know?"
Helen nodded.
"Then you must not regret it," Albert earnestly advised.
Helen was stunned, what does it mean? Albert led Helen into the venue. At this moment, Dennis had already stepped onto the podium and started his speech.
He stood on the podium, as always, wearing a striking white checkered shirt. He exuded a gentle elegance and a natural scholarly aura. His every move and gesture carried an air of nobility and magnificence, displaying impeccable teaching etiquette.Dennis noticed Helen's return, his cool gaze gradually deepening in color, causing ripples of emotion to stir within him.
Just now, he deliberately provoked Albert in order to make him take Helen away and not return here. Albert has always enjoyed opposing him, so naturally he wouldn't miss this opportunity to entertain himself. But why did that woman come back again? Is Albert crazy?
Knowing full well that this is a massacre feast involving both domestic and international seasoned vampire hunters, do you still want to let a vampire infiltrate and witness it with your own eyes? On the podium, several photos of vampires biting humans were projected by the projector.
Dennis compares the photos and, referring to the accompanying text, provides a detailed description of the history and development process of vampires, as well as the significant harm they pose to humanity. After all the documents have been narrated, several sets of photos depicting humans hunting down and brutally eliminating or taking vampires away for experimentation are projected onto the screen.
In the venue, Helen stood in a secluded corner. Her exquisite and glamorous face gradually turned cold, with two fangs hidden in her mouth. A hint of silver coldness flashed through her eyes, and the beastly aura grew stronger.
Albert embraced Helen, showing affection like a couple, and whispered in a low voice: "Most of the people here are vampire hunters. Don't emit your aura, or I won't be able to save you."
Helen, trying her best to control herself, the color in her dark pupils kept changing. It shifted from silver-white to silver-gray, then to silver-black, and finally transformed into a color resembling silver blood.
"Do not listen, do not look." Albert covered Helen's ears and blocked her eyes. Helen gritted her teeth and fiercely grabbed Albert's hand, squeezing it so hard that she almost crushed his bones.