Helen greedily sucked the fresh blood. At the same time, her aggressiveness on her face is diminishing.
Dennis waited until Helen returned to normal before retracting his finger.
He used the blood on his finger to draw a blood-red lotus flower on Helen's forehead.
The lotus flower branded on Helen's brow faintly flickers with a crimson hue. The vivid red bloodstains seep slowly as if soaked into rice paper.
Suddenly... Helen's expression became painful, and she struggled violently.
After about half a minute, when the entire lotus flower had completely disappeared, she lost all her strength and collapsed in Camilla's arms. Helen was covered in sweat and fainted.
Camilla put Helen on the bed and covered her with a blanket. She was suspicious and cautiously asked, "Who are you exactly? How can you control the power of vampires?"
"Me?" Dennis paused for a moment and replied, "Just an ordinary person."
After Sam returned, he stood aside and watched. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and took a look at Dennis before saying, "Humans do have some abilities. No wonder vampires have been failing in their attacks on the human world."
Camilla glanced coldly at Sam and expressed extreme disdain: "You don't speak, no one treats you as a mute."
Dennis walked up to the bed and crouched down. He reached out his hand towards Helen's wig, gently feeling for it.
Camilla followed and asked, "What are you looking for?"
"You can't just touch Helen." Sam's good impression of Dennis instantly decreased.
Dennis carefully fumbled around and after a while, he pulled out a thin silver needle from Helen's wig. Half of the length of the needle had turned black.
Dennis stood up and said, "I have found the reason."
"What is this?" Camilla asked, puzzled.
Dennis took out a handkerchief, carefully put away the silver needle, and said, "This is a transformation needle that can forcefully extract the power of vampires."
If he didn't guess wrong, it should be the masterpiece left by Frank last night.
"You humans are truly malicious," Sam angrily said. Causing his beloved Helen to suffer.
Dennis walked towards the guest room and calmly warned, "I need to go sleep for a while. Please keep quiet and don't make any noise."
Because he can hear the voices of vampires within a certain range.
.....
At noon, Dennis was repeatedly awakened by two phone calls.
The first call was made by James, around ten-thirty. The content of the call was that Emma has successfully recovered from a life-threatening situation and is currently safe. James instructed Dennis to focus on his work and not worry about the hospital matters.
At the same time, James granted Dennis a three-day vacation.
The second call was made by Albert around eleven fifty minutes. The content naturally involved accusations and a barrage of insults.
"Dennis, you better give me an explanation. What is sisterhood and what is being gay? You have completely ruined my reputation!"
On the phone, Albert gritted his teeth and was on the verge of crushing his cellphone. If it weren't for his good manners and high self-control, he would have definitely unleashed a barrage of insults towards Dennis' parents.
Dennis raised his wrist and rested it on his eyelids for a few seconds before awakening from drowsiness. There was a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows as he softly said, "Master Albert, would you like to come out for a drink?"
"Drink? Sure! Let me tell you, if you don't explain everything to me today, don't expect to go back in one piece." Albert angrily hung up the phone.
When he finished dressing and walked out of the hotel, he suddenly realized something. Um. It seems like he forgot to ask Dennis for the address...
.....
Camilla rested for a morning and finally got enough sleep. She walked into the kitchen, looked at the pots, pans, and utensils that were cleaner than her face, and fell into deep thought.
Dennis saved Helen, he is her benefactor. However, why does she always feel that Dennis is dangerous? After Helen wakes up, she still needs to advise her to try not to associate with Dennis in the future.
After all, he is a vampire hunter, the enemy of all vampires.
At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from the living room. Dennis closed the bedroom door and walked out. There were a few wrinkles on his white shirt, with a hint of blood red seeping through at the chest area.
As he passed by the kitchen, he glanced at Camilla and said, "I'm going out for a while. I'll come back to pick up Helen in the evening. If there's anything urgent, feel free to contact me."
"Unfortunately, my phone has run out of battery," Camilla said deliberately as she stood at the kitchen doorway.
In the morning, Helen lost control and had no choice but to call Dennis. Now that Helen has recovered, why would she still contact this vampire hunter?
Dennis stopped in his tracks and slightly turned to the side. A hint of coolness flickered in his dark tea-colored eyes as he said, "It seems like you vampires is fond of burning bridges."
He could sense Camilla's wariness towards him, which stemmed from the innate sharp instincts of a wild animal.
Camilla naturally wouldn't admit it. She shrugged and sarcastically replied, "I learned this from you humans."
At first, in the first few years after she arrived in the human world, she relied on tomb raiding to exchange for gold coins to make a living.
Once, humans encouraged her to steal from the royal tomb. As a result, strange things happened in the tomb and accidents occurred. The humans fled and left behind a burial stone at the entrance, trapping her inside the ancient tomb for thousands of years.
If she hadn't revealed her vampire identity and gained recognition from the group of zombies at a critical moment, she wouldn't have been able to survive until today.
Dennis put on his coat, covering the bloodstains on his shirt. He pushed open the door and walked outside.
Before leaving, his eyes were filled with a faint light and he said, "In this world, only fools don't know what a charger is."
"You..." Camilla stared at Dennis's back, feeling frustrated. She slammed the door with a loud bang. This human is really annoying.
.....
At half past one in the afternoon, outside a small cafe near the hospital.
Albert wore sunglasses and rode a motorcycle, dressed in a sleek black leather jacket, emitting an aura of coolness."
He possesses exceptionally handsome features and a tall, robust figure. With every gesture he exudes the elegance of a nobleman, radiating a brilliance comparable to the rising sun. Wherever he goes, he stands out as the most dazzling presence in the crowd, brimming with unparalleled charm.
"Sir, how many people are in your party?" The waiter hurriedly ran over and took the motorcycle key from Albert's hand.
"I will find someone."
Albert handed the key to the waiter and glanced around. He spotted Dennis at a small table near the window, with a cool peach-colored smirk on his lips, and walked over.
"Can you explain what happened yesterday?" Albert took off his genuine leather gloves and threw them onto the small table.