Palm Dragon

The midnight banquet is like whispering under the layers of black lace. The ambiguous fragrance is faintly transmitted from the skirt and the shaking goblet. The thick flannel curtains completely cut off the cold outside and let the warmth The interior allows guests to have a wild carnival.

Instead of rubbing shoulders with the enchanting beauties on the resplendent dance floor, Kathy took a chance to get on the small terrace outside the curtains.

The slender goblet in his hand felt even colder from the night wind, and even the bright red liquid inside seemed to become viscous.

There seemed to be no obstacle at all to reintegrate into the ethnic group. None of the elders in the territory expressed doubts or pursued the matter of his sudden blood change, and Lan, who had been missing for longer than him, was replaced by another blood clan he did not know.

The progress of the matter was both smooth and weird, and Casey even felt that his status in the blood clan seemed to have quietly improved.

Now Casey is temporarily living in this castle that has been partying almost every night since the end of the war. The owner of this castle is the guy who replaced Lan as the new Elder Toledo.

But now Casey didn't want to know the reason for the elder's weird laissez-faire and courtesy. In fact, he didn't want to know anything now.

He didn't want to know why he woke up on Dragon Island, and then was sent back here inexplicably.

He also didn't want to know why the blood clan participated in the mainland battlefield, what happened to Master Lan, and he didn't want to know what agreement they signed with the Holy See.

I don't even want to know why that old man just disappeared!

Casey narrowed her eyes, and swung the goblet vigorously into the flowers under the terrace.

"Damn!" Unexpectedly, there was a response other than the sound of the cup breaking. "who--?!"

Casey was taken aback.

There was a rustling sound in the flowers, and Kathy looked back at the curtains behind her.

He knew now that at last he turned and went back to the party at once, avoiding this unintentional trouble.

But... Casey clenched his fist slightly, and there was an inexplicable restlessness in his body that kept him motionless.

He desperately wanted something right now, maybe a fist, maybe a tooth, or a fierce…

Casey raised the corners of her mouth as she looked at the back of the beautiful woman who left in a hurry with her skirt up, without even looking at her.

In the next second, the collar of his well-crafted dress was lifted up arrogantly.

What a great speed.

The man who jumped onto the balcony in an instant squatted on the railing and grabbed him, his cold pointed nails pressed against his neck.

With his back to the bright moon, Casey could only see the other party's neat short black hair.

He involuntarily narrowed his eyes.

"Gentlemen attending the dinner party should have basic courtesy." The original low voice was probably a little angry because some things were forced to stop.

Casey didn't break free from the opponent's hand, but shrugged. "I didn't mean to, sir. You know, it's so cold out—"

It's not that he doesn't know that many blood races like to hunt for beauty at banquets, but he really doesn't know that someone will choose to be in the flower garden with the warm sofas and benches inside...

Although the neck was pressed threateningly by the sharp nails, Casey was excited by the faintly flowing dangerous factors in the air. This restlessness in the blood made his eyes half-closed, and the fangs in his mouth couldn't help but move. Bumped up.

Maybe it was because the provocation in Casey's eyes was too obvious, but the other party put away his nails and jumped off the railing.

"It's really beautiful red." He let go of the handle of the collar, and instead of pulling it away, he stroked Kathy's cheek. "If those eyes look at me like this all night, I can consider forgiving you."

"It's been a long time since a vampire has such beautiful red eyes..." The admiration-like tone made Casey's skin shudder along with the moving fingers of the other party.

red?Casey flinched.

His own eyes should be blue, the same as those of Lan Da people - Casey's eyes widened suddenly.

Damn!

Casey pushed away the opponent's fingers lingering on her cheek, and pressed her back. "Then you can get closer tonight, stare at it, and see if I can fulfill your request."

The body temperature of the blood race is very low, but when the lips and tongue are entangled, Casey will always have the illusion of blood heating up. This illusion can temporarily forget many things.

But the other party was more eager than him, and he quickly took off half of the exquisite dress with familiarity.

Casey pulled out the hand that was moving on the opponent's abdomen to stop him from moving, but the opponent didn't mind, and lifted his chin to lick|kiss vigorously.

Casey raised his head, letting his cold fingers and lips slide on his skin, the small wall lamp on the terrace wall glowed with a faint dark yellow halo, this kind of light made him feel as if he had seen it before.

By the way, the Hall of Shengde will light up warm and bright candlesticks on the corridor wall at night, especially on the way to the kitchen, the warm light can make people drowsy through the pockets.

They are all dim yellow lights, one is warm and the other is cold.

Kathy tightened his fingers suddenly, and was satisfied to hear a "hiss" from the guy lying on top of him.

Almost at the same time, the wall they were entangled against suddenly trembled.

Casey heard a low curse from the other party, and then let go of herself quickly.

"Why—?" Before he could finish asking, the whole castle seemed to wake up in an instant, and even the dusty towers and corner gates lit up.

"You don't know?" The guy who was hugging Casey just now and could hardly tell each other apart fastened his scarf in the blink of an eye, and stuffed something into Casey's pocket. "The purpose of Elder Toledo's banquet tonight...it seems that some important person is coming, and it is probably coming now."

Casey lazily buttoned up the button and made a [what a pity] expression to the other party.

However, he did not open the curtains with him and go back to the banquet, but put his coat on casually, admiring the white breath he exhaled in the cold night.

It was impossible to say that he didn't find it disappointing, but Casey, who didn't continue to entangle on the terrace with the vampire whose name he didn't even know, was inexplicably relieved.

Originally, he thought that it would be better if he could find a blood race to divert his attention, but the short intimate contact just now made him distracted.

Something hard caught him in his coat, and Kathy pulled a pigeon bloodstone ring from his pocket.

...I used to do this kind of thing too often.Gatherings with ambiguous light, tacit eyes, and various hidden corners.

Boring.

The behavior that used to make him so happy now makes him feel extremely boring, and it is even more interesting to watch the stuffed little chubby dragon jumping around after a meal in order to digest.

Speaking of which, Adrian is really a lucky guy.

"It's fine to have a gentle lover, but also a father with a high status." Casey raised her head and let out a breath of white air. "This kind of fate is simply cheating..."

"You want status?"

"I want it." Casey replied without thinking.If he was really rich, powerful and prestigious, he wouldn't be the same as he is now—? ! ! !

The small balcony, which had been dark all the time, had its curtains lifted at some point, and a large piece of light leaked in obliquely.

The little bat talking to itself stiffened.

The voice just now did not belong to the guy he had whipped in his heart countless times during this period...

"If you want, you can go back to Karbanli. That's my territory." The steady male voice moved closer.

"Your territory is closed to me—what territory?!" Casey turned around sharply.

Unlike the most common stereotyped old man in memory, at this moment, the tall, thin, handsome red-haired man explained expressionlessly: "You inherit my blood, and you can become the new prince of Karbanli at any time."

Prince? !

Kathy stared at Cappadocia who suddenly appeared in front of him, speaking words he didn't understand with an expression that hadn't changed for thousands of years.

"The purpose of Elder Toledo's banquet tonight...it seems that some important person is coming, and it is probably coming now."

"...Are you the prince?!" Casey opened his eyes wide.He didn't know whether it was Cappadocia's sudden appearance or his side that surprised him more.

"I am a blood family of three generations, of course I am a prince." Cappadocia said flatly.

Three generations—Casey felt like he was staring at stars.

The strongest generation, the three generations of blood who claim to have the ability to stand shoulder to shoulder with gods... He actually got the blood of three generations?

No wonder the elders treated him strangely... "But that's not the point! Where were you before?"

Casey thought of his tangled encounters during this period.

Although Cappadocia didn't quite understand why the little bat spoke to him in such an accusatory tone, he replied calmly: "Garnandi is awake, and the blood race is joining the battle."

You don't need to know that this old man will definitely help that bumbling Iss, but—"Why did you send me to Dragon Island?"

In fact, what he wanted to ask more was, why didn't he take him with him?

Cappadocia frowned. "You want to go to the battlefield?"

Of course he didn't want to go to war, he wanted to—

Kathy choked, then suddenly her ears turned red.

The winter night was particularly dark, and Kathy's blush-stained snow-white ears were so striking that Cappadocia glanced at them.

Not only are the ears red, but there are... hickey marks under the earlobe?

Cappadocia took another step forward, her amber eyes fixed on Kathy's neck. "I would be wrong, it seems that you like this place very much."

Casey glared at him: "I don't like it."

"Then I'll take you back."

"Why should I go with you?"

Cappadocia's outstretched hand stopped, and the prince thought sideways seriously. "Don't you want status? I'm sending you to Karbanli."

"I don't want your territory either." Casey raised her chin with a look of disdain.

Cappadocia stopped talking, and suddenly reached out and pulled Casey's coat over. Casey, who was holding the coat, staggered two steps and was pulled right in front of Cappadocia.

"You..." Casey only had time to utter a syllable before Cappadocia pinched her ears and turned into a little bat.

The skillful and natural movement of stuffing Casey into his pocket was stopped by the sudden sob of the little bat.

Cappadocia held Casey up to her eyes, but the little bat covered her face with her wings.

The Prince sighed almost inaudibly. "Are you angry?"

From Cappadocia's point of view, Casey's various behaviors are more difficult to analyze than the price increase in the market.

After almost a century of silence, the little bat said a word in a low voice.

His volume was no louder than snowflakes falling, but Cappadocia heard it anyway.

The little bat said: "You don't want me."

Whether it is Lan or Cappadocia, although they have given him their surname and blood, their own existence is equally dispensable to them.

As long as they don't need it or get in the way, they can throw themselves away at any time.

Cappadocia was silent for a while, and after making sure that Casey would not speak out again, he said a word.

"I only have you as a child."

The little bat's ears moved. "But you can have other children later on."

Cappadocia thought for a moment. "The other kids? You mean the ones who are as lazy, as lecherous, as capricious, as crybaby—"

"Who wants to cry?!" The little bat roared shrilly.

He didn't have any problem with the adjective in front of love to cry.

"——for the existence of you, one of you is enough. I will keep another pocket for my pocket watch." Cappadocia finished speaking.

Casey froze.

Seeing that Casey did not express any further objections, Cappadocia thought that he had succeeded in appeasing (?), and put the dazed little bat back into his coat pocket with satisfaction.

When the owner of the castle saw the prince reappear in the hall, he hurried up to greet him, and took several nobles to the gate of Cappadocia.

"The carriage is ready for you—but is it true that the Prince does not intend to have a drink before leaving?"

"No." Cappadocia flatly refused, and casually threw something to Elder Toledo. "What's this?"

Elder Toledo spread out his palm, a beautiful pigeon blood stone ring shimmering. "This family crest looks like it belonged to the Ventrue family..."

Cappadocia signaled the attendant to close the door, and gave a brief order through the window.

"Burn it."

Elder Toledo bowed his head respectfully, and did not pass the ring to the nobleman beside him until the sound of the carriage completely disappeared: "Dispose of this ring, and then give me the list of the banquet at the Vanzuo family tonight."

The young noble looked up in confusion. "The prince didn't say he wanted a list...

"Although I don't know who offended this eccentric prince," Elder Toledo said, "but please believe me, Lester. The prince will be very happy to know who the owner of this ring is. But now , we'd better go back to the banquet, the rich prince just gave me a rare wine..."

For the sake of the good wine, he can only pray for the unlucky guy.

——<father and son>.over--