The First Vampire

In fact, since he heard Colin’s voice, Marquis Vincent found that he could not control his own body.

While Beatrice was risking her life fighting with Colin, Marquis Vincent actually wanted to help, but he simply could not move!

He was enveloped in boundless fear, a trembling reaction from the depths of his bloodline, like encountering a natural enemy, that could not be overcome by willpower alone.

In this short period, Marquis Vincent was soaked through, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Thud!

Colin unceremoniously threw Beatrice on the ground, then turned and looked at Marquis Vincent, revealing a brilliant smile.

But that smile, in the eyes of Marquis Vincent, seemed like the most terrifying thing in the world.

“Marquis Vincent, do you really want my skull that badly?”

“I… you…” Marquis Vincent tried to open his mouth, but he couldn’t form a complete sentence.

Colin looked at all this, somewhat surprised at his terrifying suppressive power over the Bloodline.

It seemed that this suppressive power had already surpassed the comparison of the power between the two of them. After all, Marquis Vincent might be weaker than him, but he shouldn’t be this intolerable.

It seemed that even if the power of the Bloodline surpassed his own, they would simply not be able to resist the suppression of the bloodline itself.

Unfortunately, the inability to resist physically does not mean absolute obedience spiritually.

As expected, Marquis Vincent had betrayed him.

Although Colin was prepared for this, he still felt disappointed and angry.

This also meant that all his Bloodline could potentially betray him.

Of course, this makes sense.

After all, the Bloodline are self-aware.

And betrayal is essentially a byproduct of self-consciousness.

However, Colin was not excessively worried.

Marquis Vincent’s betrayal was primarily due to a major conflict of interest between the two.

The other Bloodline, like Queen Isa, her interests are fully tied to Colin’s, not to mention she has given birth to a daughter for Colin.

Under such circumstances, even without the restraint of the Blood Clan, Queen Isa would not betray Colin.

Knight Shar originally volunteered to become Colin’s Bloodline, and now the Blood Knight Army is completely under Colin’s control. So naturally, Knight Shar, whose life value is linked to the Blood Knight Army, won’t betray.

Knight Walra should not either. After all, Colin helped him regain the title of the Uman Clan, plus Colin’s sister married him, so he should not betray unless there’s an accident.

As for Count Schultz… her interest in Colin is not deeply intertwined, and Colin caused the death of her husband, so it’s impossible to say she doesn’t hold a grudge against Colin.

Despite her complete submission and gentle demeanor toward Colin at Swan Castle, it was probably all flattery. She might be secretly plotting something.

With this in mind, Colin reminded himself –

Don’t blindly trust the Bloodline!

They are not like the blood slaves without self-consciousness, who would completely obey Colin’s will.

During Colin’s contemplation, Marquis Vincent was living through an agonizingly long period.

His mouth continuously let out meaningless growls, as if he had many things he wanted to tell Colin.

Colin snapped back to reality and slightly concealed his aura.

It was then when Marquis Vincent recovered, crawled down from the bed, crawling at Colin’s feet, forehead pressed against Colin’s foot, he said:

“O God’s Favored! Please forgive my foolish actions before!

As long as you’re willing to give me another chance, I will follow your commands without a hint of disloyalty!”

Colin responded with a noncommittal smile, and asked:

“Go on, what’s your plan?”

Marquis Vincent anxiously spilled the beans about the plot he and Beatrice had hatched. Of course, as expected, he pushed all the blame onto Beatrice, claiming that he himself was only “forced to reluctantly agree”.

Colin stroked his chin, puzzled, “So you’re saying, you didn’t contact Mr. Ji?”

“Mr. Ji?” Marquis Vincent was taken aback, “You mean the remnants of St. Sean’s family? Isn’t he already killed by Prince Lexie?”

Seeing the genuine confusion of Marquis Vincent, Colin immediately understood.

There must be another power active within the city!

Seeing Colin fall back into contemplation, Marquis Vincent cautiously raised his head, explaining in a soft voice.

“Sir, the reason why I faked unconsciousness before was not out of unwillingness to follow your instructions. At that time, White Dew City was controlled by my mother, who… aimed to kill me!

In desperation, I had no choice but to play dead.”

“Is that so?” Colin thought for a moment and understood the motive of the Duchess to kill her own son.

It seemed she really was a vindictive woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals!

“So you had the leisure to coax Beatrice into cutting off my head, but you didn’t have the capability to contact me and inform me about the situation in White Dew City, right?”

In response to Colin’s question, Marquis Vincent fell to the ground again, scared, and spoke with immense self-reproach.

“Sir, I realized how foolish my actions have been. They were utterly blasphemous!

As long as you are willing to forgive my sins, I promise to be your most loyal servant and help you control the entire Eastern Territory!”

“Loyalty?” Colin sneered, “It’s like a maiden’s chastity. Once lost, it can never be reclaimed.”

After those words, not letting Marquis Vincent counter, Colin’s hand quickly reached out, pressing on the top of Marquis Vincent’s head like a lightning bolt.

Then, Marquis Vincent was lifted up by Colin like a powerless doll.

When their gazes levelled, Colin silently stared into Marquis Vincent’s eyes, filled with terror, and spoke nonchalantly.

“You know what? Only when beheaded does one die. It’s a Blood Slave’s trait.

As for me, I don’t know if I would die after being beheaded.

And the Bloodline, would they die?”

“However, since you are so curious, let’s conduct an experiment with you.”

Having said that, Colin gave a sharp twist of his hand.

Crack!

The head of Marquis Vincent was twisted off.

Thump.

The headless body of Marquis Vincent fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then lay motionless.

After observing for a while, Colin indeed could not perceive any signs of life from him.

“So, the Bloodline also dies when they lose their heads,” Colin muttered to himself.

It seemed likely that he would be the same.

Nonchalantly discarding Marquis Vincent’s head, Colin walked to the window and looked out.

Tonight, White Dew City was destined to be anything but peaceful. Shouts, screams, and sporadic fires all indicated that this was going to be a bloody night.

However, this had nothing to do with Colin.

Although someone tried to drag the Blood Knight Army into it, there was no way Colin would fall for it.

The news those escaped Blood Slaves brought back was not that he was assassinated, but his order to prohibit the Blood Knight Army from entering the city.

All in all, he was prepared to enjoy a grand drama tonight!

Whoosh!

Colin spread his wings and rushed into the dark night.

Just after his departure, Beatrice, who had laid on the ground in an unconscious state, slowly opened her eyes.

Only her eyes had completely lost their original agility and brightness, becoming dull and even lifeless.