"Look at you, making a big deal out of it. Just hand over the gift, why the kneeling?"
Mike was about to help Vladimir up when he noticed that he had switched to kneeling on both knees.
Was it really necessary?!
Mike looked down and saw Vladimir's face contorted in a grimace, his expression strained.
Through gritted teeth, he squeezed out a few words, "I... can't... hold it..."
Even diluted, the blood of the Ancestor was not something a mere Duke like Vladimir could handle.
"Quick, lend a hand."
Mike stepped back, gesturing for Dracula to step forward.
If Vladimir couldn't hold it, the level 300 Mike definitely couldn't!
A flicker of greed crossed Dracula's eyes, but he didn't dare to make any rash moves.
The Ancestor's blood was indeed tempting, but only if he was alive to enjoy it!
Not to mention, the lightning wielded by Thor was not something Dracula could withstand!
