Who Agrees, Who Opposes

At this moment.

The Death Walkers, who Craven had brought here to preemptively strike and kill the werewolves, were thrown into a panic. Powerful werewolves appeared silently around them, and they hadn’t noticed a thing.

Even…

Their weapons felt like they were hitting tofu against these werewolves. They would bleed, but it didn’t stop the ferocious werewolves’ urge to tear them apart.

In an instant.

The screams of the Death Walkers echoed endlessly in this wilderness where no one could possibly hear them.

But soon.

The screams quickly vanished, leaving only the sounds of countless werewolves, crawling on the ground, in their wolf forms, devouring vampires and letting out whines and growls.

Ten minutes later.

Lucian, who had exchanged the vampire blood within him for Craven’s higher-grade blood, looked up and casually tossed aside Craven, who was as shriveled as a piece of paper, his face frozen in disbelief even in death.

Craven’s ambition had just begun before it ended so ignominiously.

"Burn him."

Lucian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, licked it casually, then looked at the twenty-odd werewolves he had brought with him and smiled coldly. His gaze shifted towards Viktor’s manor. "Let’s go!"

The more than twenty werewolves responded to their leader’s call with the most fanatical howls.

At this very moment.

As Lucian, in a flash, finished off Craven and the Death Walkers and headed to Viktor’s manor, in Emilia’s ancient castle, thirty-six Vampire Council members were arriving and alighting from their vehicles.

They chatted and laughed, completely unaware that their fate would soon be altered by their choices.

Under the guidance of the vampire maids, they arrived one after another in the castle’s main hall.

In the basement.

Lake’s Little Cotton-padded Jacket, Katherine, brought a stool and sat outside the solitary confinement room, wearing headphones, listening to music, and reading a book.

Her rebellious son, David, stood by the iron bars of the solitary confinement room, calling out to his sister Katherine.

Katherine ignored him.

Seeing this, David reached out, trying to hook Katherine’s clothes.

Katherine looked at him blankly. "Look."

David withdrew his hand and smiled at Katherine. "Katherine, can you open the door? There are so many guests upstairs. Seeing me like this won’t look good."

"Don’t worry, they won’t come to the basement."

"…"

Katherine looked up and glanced at David expressionlessly. "You’re grounded for a month, Dad said so. If I let you out, I don’t want to be grounded too."

Saying that.

Katherine reached into her Fourth-Dimensional Pocket, pulled out a bottle of drink, opened it, took out a straw, and drank it with relish.

David’s eyes widened. "What is that…?"

Katherine looked at David and said, "Oh," then waved her hand. "Nothing, just a little trinket from Dad. Nothing to be surprised about."

David: "…"

A trinket?

Do you take me for a three-year-old?

Katherine glanced at David. "Why am I here with you today?"

David snapped back to attention. "Because you like places with fewer people."

"Wrong. Because you’re an idiot."

"… Enough. How many times do I have to apologize? I’ve already apologized."

"Heh."

Katherine chuckled and unceremoniously exposed David’s thoughts. "If I hadn’t come, and with so many guests arriving, you would have started yelling, hoping Mom would let you out of solitary confinement first, right?"

David’s gaze shifted downward. "No."

Katherine sneered. "Calling you stupid, and you still don’t know how stupid you are. Tonight is a very important night. If you make any noise and disturb them upstairs, I’m telling you, you’ll really die this time. I’m protecting you, my foolish brother."

Katherine knew David’s personality better than anyone.

Simply put.

David was the type of child spoiled by his mother. When there were no outsiders, he would admit his mistakes if his mother scolded him. But if there were outsiders, David would get an impulse to act out, constantly defying his mother until he got what he wanted.

Katherine knew about the plans her father, Lake, and mother, Emilia, had for tonight.

So…

Katherine had come to the basement in the afternoon to keep an eye on her foolish brother, lest he actually get beaten to death by their father this time.

After all, no matter how stupid her brother was, he was still her brother.

Shall we have another one?

Although he was also a younger brother, Katherine felt something was missing. After all, Katherine and David were twins.

In the special conference room, which was converted from a huge side hall next to the castle’s main hall.

The thirty-six Vampire Council members, who were also the major executives of the European VAM Consortium, were giving a summary report of the past century to Emilia, who was dressed in gorgeous, elegant clothes but whose aura was already very weak.

The VAM Consortium’s headquarters were in France, and its business operations were extensive, with France as the center, radiating to Germany, Poland, Hungary, Austria, and many other countries.

Although the VAM Consortium’s business operations were extensive, it was not the so-called European number one consortium. It was even weaker than those first-tier consortiums. However, due to the VAM Consortium’s special nature, it was also called a top European consortium.

Simply put.

The VAM Consortium’s fixed assets were greater than its liquid assets. After all, when the VAM Consortium was created as a cover, Emilia, Marcus, and Viktor had all used their accumulated family fortunes as the startup capital for the VAM Consortium.

During World War I, the VAM Consortium supported Paris. As a result, after winning, they were tricked by the Federation and Britain, and they did not receive the generous rewards they had imagined. Therefore, during World War II, several families whose headquarters were in Paris discussed it and directly told Paris to step back. Since they did not benefit from winning, why should they repay it?

After all, during World War I, Paris had almost exhausted a generation of talent to achieve victory. As a result, in the blink of an eye, the Federation and London continuously provided aid to the defeated Germany, and Paris did not get anything.

That’s a digression.

However, Italy was not within the VAM’s scope of business.

Italy was the lair of vampires led by the Volturi family.

Soon.

The thirty-six Vampire Council members had all finished their century-long summaries, and then their gazes all turned to Emilia, who was seated at the head of the table.

Emilia tapped the table in front of her with her fingers, then pondered for a moment and nodded slightly, acknowledging the century of governance history summarized by these people for her.

The Vampire Council member named Catalan, seated in the first position on the right, said, "Then we will take our leave."

Catalan was not on Emilia’s side; he belonged to Marcus’s faction, and he was the leading figure among the eighteen people in Marcus’s faction. Tomorrow was the day their boss, Marcus, would awaken and take charge, so naturally, Catalan and his followers were unwilling to stay in Emilia’s castle for long.

Just then.

"Mr. Catalan, please wait!"

"…"

Catalan was startled. Following the direction of the voice, the door leading from the side hall to the interior of the castle was opened by two female attendants. Lake emerged with a smile, saying, "The official business is finished, but the private matters haven’t been discussed yet."

Emilia stood up.

Lake kissed Emilia and then sat in the position Emilia had just vacated.

Catalan felt the aura emanating from Lake and looked at Lake sternly, asking, "Who are you?"

Lake smiled and looked at Catalan, who had stood up from his seat, as well as several other Vampire Council members from Marcus’s faction. He extended his right hand, and the Dragon Claw Hand manifested like a gentle breeze, resting on Catalan’s shoulder.

Move!

Catalan was directly forced back into his seat with a thud.

Lake looked at the other Vampire Council members who had stood up and laughed, "Sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

Catalan felt the burning pain on his shoulder. He endured the pain, his expression unchanged, but his heart was turbulent as he nodded.

The other Vampire Council members, who followed Catalan’s lead, then took their seats.

Seeing this, Lake glanced at Catalan a few more times, making a mental note. Then, he surveyed the thirty-six Vampire Council members seated around the large conference table and said, "Allow me to introduce myself. You can call me the Black King. I am Emilia’s husband."

The thirty-six vampires made a commotion for a moment, then quickly quieted down.

Emilia had a human man; they had all known this for thirteen years. However, this was a private matter, and it was also a private matter of the three elders, so they hadn’t inquired about it. It had nothing to do with them anyway.

Did Emilia intend to promote this male concubine?

The thirty-six Vampire Council members looked at Lake, who was sitting in the head seat like the master, and Emilia, who stood silently beside Lake with a smile, thinking this to themselves.

Catalan felt a sense of unease but still spoke directly to Lake, "Black King, an interesting name. But does this have anything to do with us?"

Lake smiled and looked at Catalan, saying very politely, "It will have something to do with you with my next sentence."

"What sentence?"

"Heh heh."

Lake chuckled and lowered his head.

The next second.

BOOM!

The extremely rigid and yang internal energy that came with the Great Dragon Claw Hand instantly erupted. With a dragon’s roar, a phantom of a furious, claw-flailing golden dragon manifested behind Lake. Like a swimming dragon, it soared upwards, and with the eruption of internal energy, its body gradually lengthened and grew larger until the golden dragon coiled above the entire side hall. Its sharp golden claws were enough to cover the thirty-six Vampire Council members below.

GRAWWR!

The golden dragon manifested by the pure, rigid, and yang internal energy was like a great sun high above the side hall.

The thirty-six Vampire Council members instantly broke out in a sweat.

This was the precursor to death.

The next second.

Lake withdrew his aura and looked at the thirty-six vampires, who had all let out a sigh of relief, with a smile. He spoke calmly, looking at Catalan, "Emilia will continue to serve as the executive. Who approves, and who opposes!"

Catalan: "…"

Others: "…"