Guessing what these two had misunderstood, Arrogant chuckled.

Arrogant wasn’t conspicuous in Gotham. Or rather, Gotham made Arrogant seem quite normal, because everyone here was peculiar in their own way. Those unfamiliar with Arrogant wouldn’t find him particularly outstanding among them.

But once the environment changed, say, arriving in New York, Arrogant would seem out of place. Whether it was his way of speaking, his behavior, or his personal demeanor, wherever he went, it felt like he hadn’t left Gotham. In the eyes of normal people in New York, such a person appeared very strange.

After Greed’s reminder, Arrogant toned it down a bit, not acting overly Gotham. But even so, he could easily frighten the Avers couple, even making them feel like it was Greed who was possessed by a ghost.

Of course, it’s more likely that some people feel guilty.

The couple who just visited revealed an important piece of information: the Hampton people were well aware of Dracula’s existence. Not only were they in contact with him, but they might even seek his help. There could be some cooperation between them, as Mrs. Avers mentioned that Dracula couldn’t leave here, implying Dracula had some duties.

On the way back to the estate, Arrogant kept thinking. A suspicion surfaced in his mind, but there was currently too little evidence, and he needed more information.

At the moment Arrogant pushed open the estate’s door, the entire living room seemed engulfed in a terrifying hurricane. Chandeliers swung, cutlery trembled, even tables and chairs started creaking, as if the evil spirit in the castle had been awakened, ready to turn into a monster devouring people.

Arrogant sensed the anger within and spoke, "Calm down. Am I the one making you angry? Or is it someone else?"

There was no answer, but Arrogant could feel that this force lacked intelligence, not something that could think, more like an instinctual reaction, as if visitors were completely unwelcome.

However, when Greed and Stark came, this didn’t happen. Later, when Arrogant, Natasha, and Coulson came, there was no issue either. Even when so many agents stayed here for quite a while, this situation didn’t occur. Thus, the issue must be with the Avers couple.

The house didn’t like Hampton people. Arrogant concluded easily, so he said, "I won’t let those people downstairs come up again, and there will definitely be no more visitors tonight. Can it quiet down?"

For a moment, nothing changed in the house, so Arrogant waited. After about ten minutes, it finally calmed down. Arrogant stepped in, finding that the swaying cutlery and furniture hadn’t changed position, and the chandelier seemed never to have swung, as if everything earlier was just an illusion.

Moonlight poured in through the windows, casting a different appearance on the night estate, making everything seem cold and bizarre. The music started again, but Arrogant, while walking upstairs, merely said, "Sorry, I can’t listen to your performance tonight, I’m going to rest."

After reaching upstairs, he stood by the railing of the atrium, looking at the floor below. The moonlight was strangely bright, falling on the ground, sliced into fine pieces by the window mullions, resembling grains of gold taken from a golden river of the last century, scrutinized closely, only to find it was a handful of tears.

Arrogant returned to his room to rest and didn’t hear any strange noises again. He rested well, sleeping soundly until dawn. When he walked out of the bedroom, the morning light filled the hall, bright and warm, as if last night’s storm was just an illusion.

"Certainly a classic supernatural phenomenon," Arrogant mused to himself, "If it happened elsewhere, it might drive many people crazy. But I’d rather see it as an outpouring. Whether you still have reasoning or are merely an echo of an era."

Arrogant didn’t expect an answer, but suddenly a breeze brushed past him. He turned his head to find the window wasn’t open, and the door was tightly closed. He took this as some kind of response and thus smiled.

Arrogant went out, starting his walk around East Hampton in the early morning. Despite it being winter now and last week’s snow not fully melted, the temperature wasn’t too low. The roads were well-maintained here, making it perfect for morning runners.

Sure enough, Arrogant saw a few morning runners shortly after stepping out. They crossed from the other side, all giving Arrogant a glance. Although Arrogant didn’t look at them, he had a basic understanding of them.

Undoubtedly, they were all wealthy. Two rich heirs, one more valued, the other completely invisible. And a man who married in, resentful but helpless.

Arrogant continued forward, heading towards the beach. He tightened his coat around him, as if brushing past a bizarre world in Gotham every night.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him, as if someone was running towards him. Arrogant continued walking, neither stopping nor turning back. The footsteps gradually disappeared, followed by a shadow passing across the sky.

"Shiller, why are you here? I went to your new house to find you, didn’t see... Why is it you???" Stark, flying mid-air, changed his expression, "What are you wandering here for?"

Arrogant ignored him, continuing forward, raising the collar of his coat against the wind. Stark had to land and said, "I advise you not to wander aimlessly here, why not go back to the house?"

"I have things to do." Arrogant wasn’t concerned about Stark’s attitude, saying, "How much do you know about Hampton’s secrets?"

Stark paused slightly. "Not much."

"Did you have Greed come and buy the house, hoping he would resolve the trouble here?"

"To anyone, Shiller is the biggest trouble, I thought you knew that." Stark said after a slight pause, "Especially this time."

"Because of Dracula?"

"Would you be surprised if I told you I met Dracula when I was a child?"

"Of course not," Arrogant replied, "Hampton’s secrets didn’t just appear recently; they were deeply rooted in the era when you were born. With your wisdom, it’s impossible that you didn’t notice anything, and you must have tried to resolve it, but you couldn’t back then."

"No." Unexpectedly, Stark denied it. He said, "At that time, I already had a way to solve it, but I didn’t put it into practice. Now, the time has come."

They exchanged only these words, and then Stark flew away, ignoring Arrogant. Arrogant didn’t ask him what he wanted from Greed, but walked straight to the beach. There wasn’t a single person on the beach.

This beach is not open to the public, and the temperature is not really suitable for sunbathing or surfing now. The entire beach is empty, yet still beautiful illuminated by the morning light.

Standing at the edge of the beach, Arrogant saw that peculiar house. In other words, as he expected, everyone here knows about the house, but they choose to ignore it.

Suddenly, he saw several figures flying toward the house. Besides Stark, it seemed other members of The Avengers were there, likely helping with the move. But coming this early, they probably came for breakfast.

"Come on in," Greed shouted, "Breakfast is still being made. You guys wait in the living room for a while, and if you hear any strange noises, just shout out."

Greed walked toward the kitchen, whispering a threat, "I’m entertaining guests today, so you’d better behave. If you dare to break anything, I’ll play crappy cartoons for you all day."

The carpet lifted a corner as if expressing dissatisfaction. Greed didn’t care, as long as it didn’t cause big trouble, a little fuss was harmless. He went to the kitchen to cook, while the members of The Avengers explored the house.

"Wow, this place is really nice." Hawkeye was the first to express admiration, "Very... noble in style, but also modern and practical. This mustn’t have been cheap, right?"

"It cost a fortune," Natasha said, "And it was paid using interstellar universal coins."

Natasha talked about yesterday’s house purchase, leaving everyone in awe when they learned the owner was Dracula, and he was planning to emigrate to space. Matt had already pulled out his phone to inform Blade Runner.

"He’ll chase him to the ends of the earth," Matt said while dialing, "Then turn the Shi’ar Empire upside down. They’ll definitely cause trouble for the Human race in the interstellar council. We need to legally separate vampires from the Human race. Let me see..."

"I have a question." Steve looked at Stark and asked, "How’s your father doing lately?"

"Uh," Stark paused, "I don’t know where he is. I guess he might be playing with the Battleworld creation system."

Howard actually didn’t have a ticket to Battleworld, but since Battleworld opened the family visitation system, which facilitated parents who brought their kids, it also benefited kids’ parents. Old Stark and his wife could enter Battleworld, and as adults, they had higher permissions than children and could use some functions.

"You should listen to their opinions," Steve said, "About Hampton and about this house."

Stark looked around, and Natasha skillfully caught his signal and said, "Let me take you upstairs to have a look."

The others headed upstairs, leaving Bucky standing on the staircase, glancing at Steve. Steve gave him a reassuring look. But when facing Stark, he became serious. "I was born in New York too, and I know what kind of place South Fork is."

Stark knew as well; what he referred to as South Fork was actually the Hampton area. On the east side of Long Island, there were two places shaped like forks, called South Fork and North Fork. The north mostly housed vineyards, while the south was famously known as Hampton. However, over years of development, the name of the Hampton area became more famous than the geographic name South Fork. Young people mostly called the place Hampton instead of the original South Fork.

"Of course I know," Stark said, looking at Steve, "Do you know the Long Island Railroad? That was built by my grandfather, and the Stark family’s old mansion in Hampton was built after the railroad was completed. We’re all very familiar with this place."

Steve stared at him for a moment and then said, "It seems we all have some connection to this place."

"You go first," Stark said, "You’re a poor kid born in the Brooklyn Area and can’t have any ties to Hampton."

Steve revealed a cold smile. "As if these estates and villas appeared out of thin air. Need I remind you that this place used to be just a rundown fishing village?"

"But when you were born, Hampton was already a rich neighborhood. Even if there’s still a lot to build, you’re not a construction worker. How could you build walls?"

"I can’t do physical labor, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do other things." Steve looked at Stark and said, "At that time, South Fork had thousands of summer hotels, water parks, tennis courts, and golf courses. The waiters, caddies, doormen, and valet waiters there were all poor kids from Brooklyn."

Stark’s face finally showed a serious expression, but soon he fell into nostalgia. He suddenly realized that the meeting between the Stark Family and Captain America might have happened much earlier than anyone thought.

In the 1920s and 30s, the Stark Family had already moved to Long Island and was thriving, while Steve Rogers, not yet transformed and struggling in the confusion and poverty of Brooklyn, might have brushed by them at a golf course in Hampton.

Fate is so wondrous. Decades later, these two entities, which shouldn’t have had any intersection, stand together like today, speaking of Hampton as both familiar and strange.