The girl’s soft lips brushed against his neck like a feather, sending a shiver through Brand. Sharp teeth grazed his skin, piercing through and entering the artery. Andreg, delicate and boneless, lay sprawled on Brand like a cat, savoring the taste of blood, letting out a satisfied, subtle nasal sound. After drinking, the vampire girl, like a princess, couldn’t resist licking his neck, making Brand shudder from the pain.

Brand gasped. Ordinary vampires release an emotional factor during feeding, making the host fall into a false sense of pleasure. Generally speaking, being fed upon is both painful and pleasurable. However, Andreg would never stoop to such, saying, as she put it, that only ’shameless creatures’ resort to such methods—at times like this, that crossdresser would always end up shot and falling to the ground—all in all, being fed upon by Andreg was quite a painful experience.

The sole consolation was that every time during feeding, the girl would cling to him completely like a lover, exuding allure; Andreg was undoubtedly a seductive, Level 1 temptress, her well-proportioned and boneless body pressing against Brand’s chest. He could feel two soft mounds connecting with his skin, the girl’s gracefully curving thighs stretching from beneath the folds of her black long skirt, appearing smooth and white like jade under the moonlight in the wilderness, an irresistible sight that sparked his imagination.

"I’m done," Andreg said to Medphis, like a master. The vampire lady let out an ’oh’, for among the Bloodline, it’s like a society rigid with hierarchy. Only after this noble daughter finished enjoying the host’s blood did Medphis join her in kissing Brand’s neck on either side.

"Hey, hey!" Brand, held down by two Golden Rank vampires, couldn’t move: "We agreed no biting the neck!"

"If older sister can bite it, why can’t I?"

"There’s a difference between men and women, ah..."

Medphis playfully fluttered her long lashes, pretending not to hear, before tucking her hair behind her ear and leaning in to bite.

Brand rubbed his neck as he walked out from the grove, couldn’t help but glance apologetically at Medisha, the Silver Elf Princess gave him a gentle smile: "Lord now realizes that being with us undead involves dealing with various troubles, right? After all, we are not biological, so we must rely on something to exist in this world, that’s the law of the dead."

Brand recalled that this little princess was also a ghost, though perhaps the most beautiful ghost in the world. Her long silver tresses and armor glowed subtly, a trait of the spiritual body. Brand shifted his gaze from her, focusing on the small town at the foot of the mountain. "How is it?"

The small town at the mountain’s base lay dormant in darkness, from afar only a vague glow of lamplight remained; only elves can see that far and clearly—though the merchant lady can too.

"It’s here," Su responded from the side.

"Su says it’s here, and Hu Que has led the other Rubis Mercenaries down for investigation. The townspeople say that in recent weeks, indeed there’s been a visiting noble Lord staying here, but unsure if it’s the Earl of Yan Castle," Medisha replied.

Brand nodded.

This is the answer sheet Su handed him—attending the nobility’s peace negotiation meeting by impersonating this Earl’s envoy.

Kidnapping an Earl’s envoy or possibly the Earl himself sounds incredible, yet aligns perfectly with Brand’s thoughts. The nobility’s peace negotiation meeting is to be held in Huaili Manor two days later, a property of the Flame Temple, where the Temple would assign its people to maintain the venue, making it impossible for outsiders to get in. Brand surely wouldn’t be foolish enough to seek Wood’s help for such a matter, as it would be too easy to leave vulnerabilities, not to mention given the Chief Priest’s standpoint, he would certainly disapprove.

The only method left is pretending to be nobility. Currently, it’s known that of the six Dukes participating in this meeting, five have confirmed attendance, with Duke Viero and Duke Karasu sending their envoys, while Duke Xifah and Duke Anliek are attending personally. Kerkova is royal territory, so the Crown’s envoy group is naturally going, but Duke Goran Elsen maintains his usual indifferent attitude, not even bothering to send an envoy group.

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