Quick Transmigration: A money-loving man meets a boy who gives away money!

At night, countless vampires transformed into bats, crows, vultures, and owls flew and landed on the red carpet of the Rose Castle. The maids on both sides of the castle bent down to welcome the distinguished guests.

This red carpet was dyed red with the blood of the nine former bishops of the Holy See. Even today, it is still hot to step on it. It can be considered a self-heating blanket.

The red carpet is like the tongue of a giant beast, and at the end is the giant beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

Yu Ci stood at the beast's throat and entertained the guests.

As soon as Wanda Kahn landed, she saw her dull daughter who had no sense of family. She glared at him with her brown eyes before entering the door, and then went in unhappily.

The moment she stepped into the dance hall, her face was as bright as a flower.

Almost no vampire dared to be late for an invitation from the Prince of the North. Some even arrived two hours early just to leave a good impression or get to know the strong men from other ethnic groups.

Five minutes before the ball started at 8 o'clock, Prince Tutia of the East Territory arrived and all the invitations were collected.

Tutia came alone, without his followers or blood slaves. He wore a monocle with a golden lens chain hanging on his earlobe.

Yu Ci knew the personalities of all the princes in advance and guided Tutia to a seat at the edge of the ball where she could see the whole picture. Next to her was a stack of "Northern Poems", which she had collected over the years.

He was the prince that Yu Ci had the best initial impression of. How bad could a man who loved reading be?

Tutia raised the corner of her mouth slightly and smiled elegantly: "Thank you, Miss Kahn."

"This is my job, Your Majesty."

The dance starts on time!

A tower of goblets made of blood was pushed out, and countless little bats transformed by the power of vampires brought fine wine to the distinguished guests.

Prince Doron is surrounded by beautiful vampires from all over the world who want to get close to him. He is like a seasoned love butterfly, moving around among the beautiful ladies to the sound of melodious and elegant music.

Bella had just finished drinking two cups of blood, and the feeling of fullness made her want to fight more.

On the dance floor, vampires naturally paired up in pairs. They wore gorgeous costumes and beautiful paintings. Their movements were in unison, as elegant and noble as if they were performing in a stage play.

At the most grand moment of the opening music, Helles von, wearing a gorgeous princely robe and a black rose-thorn crown with rubies on his head, appeared from the stairs.

Her eyes were as calm as a golden wheel, without any ups and downs or desires. Anyone who tried to look for something in them would only find the reflection of his own head and body perfectly separated.

No one dared to look directly into the eyes of the Rose Prince.

She held the escalator lightly with black silk gloves and walked down step by step to the center of the dance floor.

"Congratulations to the King of the North, His Royal Highness Prince Helles Feng, for waking up!"

The dance just reached the part where they bowed to express their gratitude. Except for the three princes, the rest of the vampires on the scene used the highest etiquette of respect, pulling up their skirts, bending low, placing their arms over their hearts, and bowing at a ninety-degree degree.

"I hope you all have fun."

Helles Feng raised the witcher's blood in his hand and took a sip, which meant that the party could officially begin.

While she was pursing her lips, her blood intuition allowed her to see the housekeeper hiding in the dark. She was standing in a position where she could control the whole situation, so quiet that she seemed to be integrated into the castle.

On the sofa beside her, there was a male vampire sitting quietly, raising a glass to her. Helles remembered that this was the new prince of the East - Tutia.

I also saw the "Poetry of the North" placed on the pastry table to Tutia's left.

The air pressure dropped by one Pa at the dance.

Prince Doron saw the being he had "loved" for a thousand years, who hadn't seen him for five hundred years and became even more beautiful... He pulled away the vampire who was holding his arm, and walked forward with the wine glass in his hand, like a colorful peacock.

"Heles, long time no see~"

Helus was indifferent, and only lowered his glass to show respect, "Long time no see."

Bella saw Helles Feng finally wake up, and came to Helles with her flaming red hair swinging like a ball of flame. "After five hundred years of sleep, I have made a lot of progress, Helles."

"Oh? Really?" Helles could tell at a glance that Bella's bloodline was indeed much stronger. She nodded, as an encouragement to the younger generation.

Although this is Helles's ball, the red-haired prince obviously can't wait any longer. She summons a blood soldier made of vampire blood, and a scarlet heavy sword goes towards Helles' head.

The surrounding vampires wisely retreated to a certain space, leaving only Doron standing there, staring at his beautiful goddess with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

Helles had no choice but to indulge her stubbornness, and released his powerful vampire power. The unfinished blood in the cup turned into a small knife that could be transformed at will, and it took Bella's attack in mid-air.

After only three short exchanges, the right hand of the master of the Giant Peak Blood Soldier was cut off at the root, and the prince's blood splattered everywhere, almost causing a vampire riot.

Bella gritted her teeth in hatred, raised her severed limb, and gathered the fallen hand and scattered blood back into her torso.

But the burning sensation on my wrist still persisted.

"Helus, what blood is this?!"

"The blood of the Northern Demon Hunter. I hope you like it." Helles took back the remaining half cup of blood. It had cooled down, so she casually put it on the maid's plate. When the plate was taken away, the low-level vampires around her all moved away.

The witcher's blood that can burn the prince can make them suffer excruciating pain.

And what a powerful being Prince Helles Feng must be, who could keep such a powerful demon hunter in captivity and drink his blood!

The vampires present couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, saying that Helles Feng was indeed the oldest blood clan. No wonder there was no unrest in the North even after he had been sleeping for five hundred years.

Duolun regretted that he could not defeat Helles Feng and could not make her his lover, but he was also deeply obsessed with the fact that Helles Feng was so powerful.

If she wasn't strong enough, perhaps he wouldn't have been obsessed with her for a thousand years.

This is really regrettable -

Doron walked forward, bent down like a prince, and invited the honorable His Majesty Helles to dance the first dance of the party with him. In terms of talent and strength, he was the most worthy prince of Helles von in the audience.

"Helus, please give me the honor of dancing with you."

Helles didn't care about Doron in front of him at all. He just lowered his eyes and thought freely.

Seeing that the two princes did not move, nor dared to move, the atmosphere on the scene was a bit tense.

Until Helles thought of the little old-fashioned housekeeper in her castle, and imagined that when she saw this scene, she would frown her beautiful eyebrows and say, "This is not right, Your Majesty." She curled her red lips, stretched out her right hand with a black lace glove, and touched it.

Duolun even thought it was a dream. His amorous peach blossom eyes expressed his surprise and admiration without reservation. The two of them, with their identical golden hair, twirled on the dance floor, like the most perfect lovers in the world.

A satisfied smile appeared on Yu Ci's lips, but she calmed down after remembering Prince Duolun's description.

A passionate playboy, countless lovers, thousands of blood slaves...

Such a rotten cucumber is obviously not worthy of Helles von.

She gradually tightened her fingers at her sides and lowered her gaze to Prince Tutia, a gentle, easy-going, knowledgeable, and clean private life vampire, who was obviously very suitable to be a long-term lover.

As a prince, Tutia was always sensitive to sight. He raised his head, adjusted his glasses and asked, "Ms. Kahn?"