Chapter 638 - Wow, Such a Big BlackCat!

At the mention of the Count’s wife, the first thought that flashed through his mind was of the historically renowned vampiress. The seductive yet regal woman standing before him now fitted the image of a vampiress far better than the theatrical depictions he had seen in his past life.

“That’s Camilla Bartoli, the princess of the vampire race. However, most people refer to her as Mistress Martoli,” Scheer introduced in a quiet voice. She was looking at the vampiress with a remarkably calm expression.

“So she really is a vampiress.” Mag raised his eyebrows, but wasn’t too surprised by that. This was the second time he had met a vampire. The first such occasion was during the conference between the dragons and the demons, when he had met Dracula.

Mag’s gaze then turned to the servant beside Camilla. The servant’s entire body was enveloped in a black cloak, revealing only a pair of green eyes, which were glowing slightly beneath her dark cloak, creating a rather eerie effect.

“So she’s a big bat?” Amy’s eyes were filled with curiosity as she turned toward Camilla and her servant.

“Meow!” Ugly Duckling was holding onto Amy’s dress with all its might to prevent itself from falling off. However, as it did so, it was staring intently at the servant with its fangs bared as if it were getting ready to pounce at any moment.

“Why are you all so scared? Do you really think any of you will be able to catch my eye?” A deriding sneer appeared on Camilla’s lips as she glanced across at everyone in the banquet hall. However, her gaze settled on Scheer momentarily before turning to Amy, upon which her eyes lit up slightly.

Mag immediately positioned himself in front of Amy upon seeing this. This woman was very beautiful, but she also struck him with a sense of danger. She was clearly far more powerful than him.

It had always been said that vampires preferred the blood of virgins. Amy was still quite young, but there was no guarantee that there wouldn’t be any vampires with strange fetishes.

All of the women present heaved a collective sigh of relief. However, they were also slightly disappointed at the same time. Only the most beautiful of women could catch Mistress Bartoli’s eye, so attracting her interest was a glowing tick of approval for one’s beauty. They were clearly not up to that standard.

However, she seemed to have developed an interest in that half-elf little girl, which drew curiosity from everyone. Could it be that she was going to make her move on a little girl?

“Heh, you’re very adorable, little girl. But don’t worry, I won’t pursue underage kids.” Camilla looked at Amy and Mag with a smile as she slowly descended down the stairs.

The soles of her black leather boots clicked down the stone steps, and as she walked, the skirt part of her dress was lifted slightly, revealing her fair and supple legs, which ignited flames of desire in the hearts of countless men.

“Interesting.” A smile also appeared on Mag’s face.

Amy poked her head out from behind Mag with a curious expression, and asked, “I’m Amy; what’s your name, beautiful big sister?”

“They all call me Mistress Bartoli, but you can call me Camilla.” Camilla was slightly surprised as she looked at Amy.

Other little kids were always scrambling to get as far away from her as possible, so she was very surprised to see this little girl taking the initiative to speak to her, and in such a friendly manner, no less.

“Hello, Big Sister Camilla.” Amy nodded in response.

“Hello.” Camilla nodded with a rather aloof expression.

However, Amy wasn’t fazed at all by her slightly cold demeanor. She pointed at the servant in black robes, and asked, “Is that your servant? What’s her name?”

Camilla hesitated momentarily before taking a wild guess. “Little Black?”

“Please call me Caesar, esteemed mistress.” A sharp and slightly eerie female voice sounded from within the black robe. The voice was tinged with a hint of unhappiness and exasperation.

“Caesar? That sounds like a really good name, but why are you covering yourself up so much?” Amy walked in a circle around the black-robed servant with a curious look on her face.

Ugly Duckling extended its neck, and was sniffing like a little puppy as if it were trying to catch a whiff of something.

“This is how I like to dress.” The black-robed servant remained standing on the spot, but her voice suggested that she was a little uncomfortable.

“I see. You must be really ugly then, right?” Amy looked at the black-robed servant with a sympathetic expression.

“Huh?” The servant was clearly taken aback by that question.

“It’s alright. Look at Ugly Duckling; it’s so ugly, but it’s never thought about covering itself up. No matter how ugly you are, you can’t be as ugly as Ugly Duckling, right?” Amy consoled.

“Meow-“Ugly Duckling looked at Amy with a hurt expression.

“Of course I’m far more beautiful than this stupid cat,” the servant replied in a haughty manner.

“Not necessarily,” Camilla suddenly interjected.

“It’s alright, I understand. Ugly Duckling also thinks that it’s very beautiful.” Amy nodded with a knowing expression.

Camilla snapped her fingers at a waitress, indicating for the waitress to come to her.

“Mistress, w-what would you like?” The waitress was clearly very nervous. The platter that she was holding was shaking due to her trembling hands, and the glasses of wine were wobbling slightly as a result.

“Such inferior quality wine is not appealing to me at all. Get me a glass of blood, and make it fresh.” Camilla gave the waitress a seductive smile.

“Argh!” the waitress screamed as the platter slipped out of her hands. The wine glasses all crashed to the floor, sending wine spilling in all directions.

Scheer took a glance at the petrified waitress before making her way over to Camilla with a smile. She said, “I heard that Mistress Bartoli loves wine. I just so happen to have a bottle of wine brewed in our family’s winery. If you don’t mind, I would be happy to offer it to you.”

“Not only is Young Mistress Scheer extremely beautiful, your intelligence and wisdom are also unmatched.” Camilla slowly approached Scheer, and whispered into her ear, “You sure are tempting.”

Scheer’s eyelids twitched, but her expression remained completely unchanged as she replied, “Mistress Bartoli’s beauty is eternal; you make all of us women envious.”

“President of the Chamber of Commerce, Jeffree Moreton is here! City Lord Michael is here!”

Right at this moment, the attendant made two loud announcements in succession, drawing everyone’s attention to the entrance.

The stern-looking Jeffree and the broad and powerful Michael walked down the stairs side by side. The chatter in the banquet hall slowly died down as everyone looked at the two of them with awe and veneration in their eyes.

Vivian and Luna were just behind them, and they were also walking side by side.

“Whoosh!”

Right at this moment, the sound of fluttering clothes erupted.

“Wow, such a big black cat!” Amy cried out in surprise.