In the vampire-occupied territory where the vampire headquarters was.
In a grand and magnificent hall, a ball was being held with a pianist playing soothing and melodic music.
Many elegantly dressed and graceful vampire nobles stood together in groups, holding glasses of wine and chatting.
However, their faces were all solemn and grave, lacking the usual carefree and joyful expressions.
They were discussing the sacrifice of Lux, the chief vampire prince, who had recently died.
Among the crowd, there were also many beautiful mortal girls dressed in maid uniforms, carefully moving around with trays in their hands.
These girls had become slaves of the vampires after their homeland was occupied.
Being a vampire slave usually resulted in one of three outcomes—one, becoming a bondslave and the lowest class of vampire as well as cannon fodder; two, being corralled as a food source for the vampires and could at any time have their blood taken; or three, being selected for their beauty as a maid for the vampire nobles like these beautiful girls serving at the ball.
However, their fate was still as fragile as floating debris in the water. One wrong move or a sudden whim from a vampire noble could put their lives in danger.
Upstairs in the hall, there was a conference room where twelve vampire princes, including Max, sat at a long table.
Two seats remained empty, which were supposed to belong to Lux and Vivien. The other princes were all deep in thought, with their faces solemn.
Knock, knock, knock...
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the sound of footsteps could be heard.
The princes raised their heads and saw the vampire patriarch, Herod, entering the room with his maid Lyanna. He was dressed in a well-tailored vintage suit. The twelve princes quickly stood up and greeted him, collectively saying, “Greetings, Patriarch Herod.”
Herod did not speak but sat down in the main seat after Lyanna pulled out the chair for him.
After slowly sitting down and taking a moment to survey the room filled with the twelve princes, Herod finally spoke calmly. “Please be seated, and let us talk.”
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