Chapter 4

"They?" Bonuwa exclaimed excitedly. "You mean the killer is Leesinburg?"

He did not expect to solve the case of the massacre so quickly!

Bonuwa's eyes lit up. He could almost see his bright future of promotion, salary increase, and being favored by the Pope.

Oceania glanced at him and said, "No. She was referring to the victims."

Bonuwa: "..."

The little girl stared timidly at Oceania, revealing a conflicting desire to get closer but also a fear. "They locked me up in the dungeon of the castle, and sometimes they would drink my blood."

Bonuwa did not understand. "But aren't you also a vampire?"

The little girl and Oceania both stared at him.

Bonuwa realized he misspoke and quickly corrected himself. "I mean, aren't you both noble bloods? You are of the same kind."

Oceania said, "Human police and robbers are also of the same kind."

Bonuwa said, "But after the police catch the robbers, they don't eat them."

Oceania said, "So, the human police's welfare is not that good."

Bonuwa: "..."

He suddenly felt a chill.

"Let's get back on topic! Did you see the killer? What did they look like? Are they human, a blood, or... something else? Tell us everything you know," Bonuwa asked.

The little girl looked at Oceania, but Oceania did not respond.

The little girl lowered her head and said, "I passed out in the dungeon because I hadn't drunk blood in too long. When I woke up, I was lying outside the castle, and those guys... were already dead."

Bonuwa snorted, glaring at Oceania with displeasure. He knew the little girl was not telling the truth and that it was because Oceania did not take a stance.

He had the little girl taken aside on the pretext of investigating the scene. He approached Oceania and whispered, "Didn't we agree to cooperate?"

Oceania asked, "Do you have any news?"

Bonuwa grumbled, "You showed up here because you received news from my side." He emphasized "my side's news."

"You guys are really troublesome," Oceania responded unexpectedly.

"What?" Bonuwa was stunned. He could only describe his inner feelings with one sentence - good intentions are often punished!

He said, "With such a big thing happening to the bloods, I notified you as soon as possible and even personally escorted you here... Do you know how expensive it is to take a taxi from Paris to here? And I did it for free."

Oceania said indifferently, "Only Leesinburg died."

Bonuwa was speechless. "What about the love of our brethren?"

"Ask the People's Movement Alliance and the Socialist Party," Oceania said.

Bonuwa: "..."

The thick scent of blood lingered in the gloomy castle.

Bonuwa couldn't help but take out his snuff bottle from his pocket and sniff it lightly.

In just a moment of looking down, Oceania had already walked around.

...

Bonuwa quickly caught up with her figure as she was leaving. "Did you find anything?"

Oceania said, "Yes."

"What?"

"The castle needs repairs."

"...What?!"

Oceania came out of the castle, and Bonuwa, who had given up communicating with him, did not follow. Messillon had rented a car and was waiting on the side of the road.

Just as he opened the car, the little girl suddenly popped up from behind and said, "I saw the murderer."

Oceania stopped and looked down at her.

"I didn't faint, and I wasn't locked up in a dungeon. When they arrived, they were having a banquet, and I was locked in a cage with needles in my wrists. They drew my blood to make cocktails."

"You are Genghis."

"Yes, I am Genghis." She was afraid he wouldn't believe her, so she bit her wrist, and blood flowed from the wound. She held her wrist out to him. "Taste it!"

Oceania remained indifferent, bent down and got into the car. "You are free now."

"Can I go with you?" She eagerly grabbed the car door.

Oceania coldly said, "No."

The girl's hope turned into stardust and slowly dissipated in her eyes. She let go of the door and stood respectfully by the roadside.

Messillon watched her in the rearview mirror.

"Are you upset?" Messillon asked.

Oceania was silent for a moment before sighing, "The plan has been disrupted, otherwise we would be sitting in a small pub in Brittany now, watching the beautiful women dance and enjoying our time."

"I've never seen you go to a pub in all these years in London," Messillon said.

"With you, they would require a health certificate to enter," Oceania said without being embarrassed about being caught.

"It's been a long time since I saw the descendants of Genghis. It's probably because they lost their leader. After the disappearance of the fourth generation, Genghis was only eight generations in power in the human world. Life was not easy," Messillon suddenly sighed.

Although the thirteen clans were scattered throughout the human world, they still maintained some contact internally. The existence of a high-ranking bloodline meant a powerful backing. Genghis lost its backing suddenly, which led to its descendants being reduced to playthings of other clans.

Oceania's fingers on his knee trembled slightly. "I almost forgot that you are also Genghis."

"No, I'm just a lowly citizen," Messillon said, despite having Genghis blood, he was not recognized and was a black sheep.

If it weren't for Oceania's protection, he wouldn't be able to live so decently.

Oceania looked at the back of his head for a moment before saying, "Reverse."

As if he had anticipated it, Messillon quickly turned the car around and drove back to the castle.

The little girl was gone.

Bonuwa had just come out and saw Oceania, rushing over and tapping on the car window. He stared hard into the car and shouted, "Did you see the little girl?"

Oceania pointed to his ear to indicate that he couldn't hear and said to Messillon, "Let's go."

...

Bonuwa watched the car's tail disappear in the dust, thinking to himself, "That's suspicious! I heard the 'let's go' clear as day!"

Anyone who arrives at the Brait Castle will be shocked by the magnificent spectacle before their eyes.

The root of the shock was not the towering spires and majestic castles set against the blue sky, but rather the dense array of tents surrounding the castle. When Oceania arrived, only the outermost positions were available.

Messillon calmly took out the prepared tents and potted plants, intending to create an elegant environment, but Oceania stopped him. "It's too windy here," Oceania took out a mirror and checked his appearance. "My hair will be ruined."

Messillon replied, "You once said that messy hair best embodies a man's wild beauty."

"Okay, let me put it another way. The outer perimeter is easy to be cannon fodder," Oceania said.

Messillon thought it made sense and said, "Shall I negotiate with them?" As an eighth-generation, he believed he could at least grab a good spot among a group of children under the age of ten generations.

Suddenly, Oceania raised his head and said, "Wait."

A figure appeared over the castle. Although it looked as small as a cockroach from a distance, the pressure it emanated made even Oceania bow his head, not to mention the ten and even dozens of generations of vampires around him.

They knelt on the ground in fear, their bodies pressed tightly to the ground, as if they wanted to burrow into the soil. Time passed extremely slowly, every second was torture. The sharp killing intent passed over Oceania's body. He couldn't help but open his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth.

He tightly clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to scream and fight. After a long time, the figure disappeared.

The surviving vampires groaned and collapsed to the ground, while a few timid ones were already considering leaving. Although Messillon did not kneel down, his legs were so weak that he almost couldn't stand up. He staggered and sat down, then stood up and said, "That person was..."

Oceania nodded.

Messillon murmured, "It seems that staying here is not a good choice."

Oceania smiled, "It's too early to draw conclusions. Wang Xiaoming has not made a statement yet."

After experiencing the true strength of that person, Messillon did not dare to be blindly optimistic anymore. "I hope so."

In the end, Messillon managed to secure a relatively central location. Any further inward would be within the sphere of influence of the major intermediate and senior vampire clans. Although he was well aware that his employer was fully qualified to occupy the most central position, his employer had not expressed any opinion, so he couldn't take matters into his own hands.

Living among a group of lower-level vampires, Oceania had already tried to suppress his aura as much as possible. He even wore a ring that concealed his aura, but the sensitivity of the vampires to blood still made other vampires aware of his presence.

After three days of living freely, an unexpected guest arrived and delivered an invitation. The other party spoke very politely, "For the common interests and bright future of the vampire race, for the stability and happiness of the vampire race in the human world, we should unite and discuss our grand plans."

Oceania said, "You are the most pretentious speaker I've ever seen. Even senators don't use such clichéd phrases anymore."

The other person asked, "Are you familiar with senators?"

"I am a senator," Oceania replied.

The other person was speechless. Oceania handed the invitation to Messillon and said, "Thank you for the invitation. I will attend on time."

The other person's face brightened, "Great! When you attend, remember that I am your recommender. My name is Winston Derek Fanzhuo