Vladimir felt a little strange.

Because Sviin actually wanted to invite him to dinner.

Could it be that my performance during the day is too outstanding today?

Yes, that must be the case.

The arrogant vampire thought so and slowly stepped into the luxurious hall covered with scarlet carpets.

Scarlet, yes, the color I like.

Vladimir pulled the corner of his neck embroidered with gold wire, trying hard to recall the aristocratic etiquette he had learned.

He still attaches great importance to this dinner because it means he has been recognized by the top leaders of Noxus.

Although he was no longer the son of the marquis he had back then, some kind of noble instinct that remained in his bones still prompted him to accept this affirmation from the upper class.

Earl of Vladimir?

sounds good.

He smiled and stepped on the soft scarlet carpet, and under the guidance of dim magic lamps, he came to a huge door.

"Please." The waiter standing beside him invited Vladimir in impeccable posture.

Vlakirmi nodded proudly and thought he was graceful, and pushed open two thick doors that were also decorated with scarlet colors.

The moment the door opened.

Vladimir instinctively felt something was wrong.

A change in the laws of space made him instantly enter a state of war.

Is it a trap?

He tightened his breathing, and the blood power in his body surged wildly.

But, the next moment.

"Don't be so nervous, just have a meal." A faint voice came into his ears from somewhere.

What followed was bright lights and a table full of dishes.

On a huge long table, the candlelight had been lit. Under the hanging crystal lamp, a man in a silver mask was sitting at the end of the long table slowly cutting the roasted steak.

The fireplace next to it was burning strongly.

Everything is fine, quiet, peaceful, and murderous.

Full of sincerity of the banquet and extremely high specifications.

However, the way to enter seems a bit less pleasant.

"Come on. Eat a little casually, don't be restrained." The man wearing a silver mask spoke again, his voice gentler, as if he could feel the harmless smile under his silver mask.

But Vlakirmi would not find that harmless.

Of course he knew that the person in front of him was not Svein, and the place was definitely a room sealed with magic.

He was fooled, or sold by Sviin.

Svein planned everything and asked him to meet this man.

From overseas, Jack Sparrow.

At least. In public, he used this name.

However, Vladimir was not afraid at all. He put down his guard and tried his best to maintain the noble demeanor. He pulled open another chair on the side of the long table and sat down.

"Blind Jack?" He took off the tablecloth and looked at the man opposite him inadvertently. Unfortunately, under the silver mask, he could not see his eyes at all.

Is he really blind?

"I'm glad to see you. Mr. Vladimir." The blind man opposite nodded slightly, and at the same time he raised the bottle at his hand and shook it, "Do you want some wine? This year's new product from Merlin Winery tastes good."

"Thank you." Vladimir nodded as well. He picked up the bottle of wine at his hand like the man opposite. He shook it, then opened the cap, sniffed it, poured a glass, and praised. "It smells very good, what did you arrange?"

"I asked Svein to arrange that we are good friends." The man in the silver mask said in a light tone, which made people feel a little like a spring breeze. He raised the fork in his hand and forked a piece of beef, put it in his mouth for a while, pointed to the plate covered in front of Vladimir and said, "Come beef? It's great."

"Thank you." Vlakirmi thanked again. He opened the lid of the meal and looked at the beef inside and laughed.

The steak that had been almost half a lifetime was still covered with blood. It can be foreseen that blood would gush out with one knife.

Perfect.

"Thank you." This time he thanked him sincerely, the steak was very much to his appetite.

"Well, I'll ask you a liberating question, do you have any advice for me?" He raised his knife and fork, as if he had finally thought of something, and asked.

"Well, I watched your game today, and I admire you very much." The blind Jack forked up another piece of meat and bit it slowly, saying, "Your style is very..."

He swallowed a mouthful of beef and breathed a sigh of relief, "Very great."

"Thank you." Vladimir was a little confused. He didn't quite understand what it meant to be a man with a strange identity.

If you remember correctly, he and Sviin should be mortal enemies?

Moreover, according to those two bastards, this guy is very likely to be the one who almost killed him back then... That, Chen Senran?

"Thank you for your praise. I thought no one could understand my art." Vlakirmi said with regret. He sighed and cut the steak on the plate with one force. Blood immediately splattered, staining a lot on his pale and handsome face.

But he did not wipe it with his hands, but licked all the blood bit by bit with his tongue, seriously as if he was performing a ceremony.

At the end, he even let out a fascinating moan.

"Are you still satisfied?" The man opposite had already finished drinking after-dinner and began to wipe his mouth with a snow-white napkin.

"...satisfied." Vladimir narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to be still feeling the refreshing afterglow. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Chen Senran and said again, "Satisfied."

The satisfaction fell, and two extremely rich blood lights suddenly shot out from his open eyes, and they suddenly passed through the bright lights and the long long table, and rushed to the silver mask.

He finally couldn't help but take action. He couldn't help but drive away the uneasiness in his heart, and almost subconsciously attacked the suspicious man opposite him.

This is a kind of impulse that seems to be permeating from the bloodline?

"You..." His voice suddenly became hoarse, "After all..."

"yes……"

"boom--"

It's boom.

A true roar.

An energy filled with water-blue light rushed out of the silver mask and collided with Vladimir's blood.

It's fleeting.

The two of them each took back their strength.

Because, they already felt it.

Familiar, taste.

“Alcato?”

"North Flatu." (To be continued...)

ps: Still a second update.

Can't hold on.
Chapter completed!