Unfortunately, that happened a long time ago. It was so long that Dicken had forgotten the appearance of the blood clan lady who had "gived" it to the first embraced.

Of course, it is also possible that Dickon deliberately forgot all this.

After all, being the male favorite of a certain lady is not something to be boastful about.

Several almost naked female vampires saw their leader so angry, so they stood up and tried to comfort Dicken. But Dicken pushed away.

"Get out! Get out!"

It shouted at the ladies around it, and obviously, it was in a very bad mood now.

The female vampires were afraid of Dickon's power. They did not dare to express their anger and could only leave the room with respect.

A moment later, another voice came from behind Dickon.

It was a slightly hoarse, with a hint of gloom, and a hint of green voice, a voice belonging to a girl.

"So what's wrong?"

There was a hint of obvious impatientness in the voice.

"You have too bad control over emotions. Your mind shouldn't be so impetuous. This will make you lose everything when you accept the 'blood god'."

The voice said with a hint of warning and a hint of sternness:

"Everything is going as planned, everything has come to the last step. You should sincerely look forward to your perfect rebirth, rather than venting this boring anger."

“They found it!”

Dicken was angry because something bad happened.

But even when it was so angry, it still showed great humility when facing the girl who only heard the sound and did not see the person.

Almost flattering humility.

It lowered its head and tried hard to control its emotions. It whispered:

"That tricky vampire hunter, the Sunwalker Blade, he rushed into my building and snatched the Book of Death, and he probably had discovered our plans."

"It's yours!"

The mysterious girl interrupted Dickon's description and said softly:

"This is your plan, this is your effort to change your destiny, not mine. I just gave you a chance, and you seized this opportunity, that's all."

"Blade is just a trivial person."

The girl's voice slowly dissipated in the hall, and she seemed unwilling to waste too much time on these trivial matters.

"The Temple of Eternal Night has been found, your people are cleaning it. Even if the blade starts chasing you from now on, it will be too late. By the time he discovers everything, you are already reborn with the power of the 'blood god'."

"Dichen, you are not cowardly. After being powered by the legendary vampire, you will also be afraid of the blade, right?"

"No!"

Dicken gritted his teeth and said:

"I never fear him!"

"Then show me a decent look! You are a warrior, you must be a warrior!"

The girl's voice became cold again:

"Mortal will cannot create the legendary Dickon. This is my last warning to you."

Dickon stood there, he did not answer, he knew that the mysterious and powerful girl didn't need his answer.

As the girl said, all the legends about the Blood God were like a big surprise gift pack, and a few months ago, they suddenly hit Dicken on the head. The South American vampires who worshiped the girl put everything in the Blood God's inheritance in front of Dicken.

But this is not because Dicken is so special just because Dicken was the first blood clan who was willing to believe them.

In other words, if another vampire met these South American compatriots earlier than Dicken, then the one who is about to receive the inheritance of the Blood God will be another semi-vampire.

Dickon is not stupid. It can feel that the mysterious girl who is called "witch" by South American vampires, actually doesn't care about who the blood god falls into.

She didn't even care whether the Blood God would be inherited again.

All of this

Dicken gave all the inheritance he wanted, and in the girl's opinion, maybe it was just a boring game.

Dicken didn't know the girl's true identity, and he didn't dare to check it, or even guess it.

It knows that no matter who the girl is, it is the one that it can't afford to offend.

"What a waste!"

On another place, a mysterious place that is not located in New York.

A girl wearing a blue and black hooded trench coat, tight combat uniforms, and a dark red pendant around her neck sat cross-legged in a meditative posture among the desolate ruins.

Her hood was worn on her head and pulled very low, and the shadow of the hood covered most of her face.

But judging from the size, she will never look over 15 or even just over 10 years old.

The girl closed her eyes and she whispered:

"I can't even do a puppet, but fortunately, I have never had any confidence in you."

After a moment, the girl snorted coldly, she stretched out her left hand, and on the fingers with black finger-exposed gloves, a mirror that was completely reorganized by magic appeared in front of her.

She opened her eyes, which were blue and gray eyes like gems.

She looked at the picture in the mirror, and a slightly cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I'm interested in you, you're here anyway."

“I’m weak and incompetent”

"elder brother."

In front of this mysterious girl, in the mirror, reflected

It's Merlin.

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Chapter completed!