Chapter 1868 Earl

Edinburgh, UK——

This is the capital of Scotland and the most economically developed city in the UK besides London.

It has a strong industrial base and high-tech industries.

Of course, this is also a very famous cultural ancient city.

Rouen Faxiben took the lead, followed by Xinli, Kelan, Moore, and Raisa.

They were standing in front of a castle.

Edinburgh is located at the mouth of the east coast of Scotland, so many castles here are built on cliffs.

The castle in front of you called Death Valley is built on the cliffs of the coastline.

Death Valley Castle is no less impressive than Edinburgh Castle.

No one knew why this castle had such an ominous name.

They came to Death Valley Castle today just to visit the owner of this castle.

But when everyone entered Death Valley Castle, an eerie chill hit them.

"It's so uncomfortable in here," Coran said, touching his arm that was covered in goosebumps.

The castle has some modern electrical appliances, but the overall style still retains the ancient style.

Of course, some damaged areas have been repaired.

Due to initial design flaws, the interior of the castle is somewhat opaque.

It gives people an extra eerie feeling.

"Death Valley was once the territory of the leader of the rebels, Count Nagrand Varglis, but the rebels were eventually defeated by the government. It is said that Count Nagrand Varglis was also hanged in the deepest part of the castle. "Rouen Fasiben said: "Now the castle and the title of the nobility are inherited by the descendants of Count Nagrand Vaglis."

At this moment, a crisp sound of footsteps came.

"It's not a rebel, it's an insurgent army." A woman came over.

This woman has long blond hair, a tall figure, and wears high heels, looking smart and capable.

The woman looked at everyone with a somewhat condescending look: "I am Nora El, Mr. Varglis' assistant. Am I the one you want to see Mr. Varglis?"

"Beautiful lady, I am Rouen Faxiben, hello."

Rouen Faxi originally stretched out his hand, but Nora El did not.

This made Rouen Faxi quite embarrassed. His palms were frozen in mid-air, neither closing nor releasing them.

"You just wait here. I will inform Mr. Varglis. Although you have made an appointment, Mr. Varglis has always had a bad temper and may not receive you."

Knock knock knock——

Nora El stepped on Hentiangao and left again. The footsteps were as full of arrogance as herself.

"What an unpleasant woman." Rouen Faxiben murmured in a low voice.

"Fa Xiben, the main reason is that you are not lovable. You are already in your forties, and you are still the kind of slovenly person. Why do you have to look so graceful?" Raisa said teasingly.

"Shut up, I'm not even fifty yet." Rouen Faxi shouted unhappily.

"If the president were here, he would definitely be able to make that woman change her attitude."

"Shit, the president is so young, how can he have the temperament of a mature man like me."

"But the president is more charming than you."

"Yes, uncle is a perfect man." Xin Li said: "Handsome, young, gentle, wealthy, and so powerful."

Rouen Faxiben rolled his eyes: "Little girl, you have never seen the cruel side of your uncle. If he gets angry, he will directly transform into a devil."

"Even if uncle is angry, it must be for a reason." Xin Li is a die-hard supporter of Chen Zhao: "And I can feel a strong sour smell from your tone. You are jealous of uncle."

Rouen Faxi turned his head in an attempt to bring trouble.

Facing a crazy fan, no words can make her wake up.

At this moment, Nora El came back again.

Everyone immediately became quiet again.

"Mr. Varglis has agreed to see you, but you'd better be mentally prepared."

"What are you mentally preparing for?"

Nora El hesitated and said, "Mr. Varglis has some quirks and always thinks of himself as a vampire."

"It's okay, we will cooperate with his performance." Rouen Faxiben said with a smile.

"Okay, please follow me."

After passing through the long castle corridor, we finally arrived at the depths of the castle.

A man wearing a classic British aristocratic dress was leaning against the window, looking out at the sea view.

"Mr. Count Vaglis." Rouen Faxiben put one hand on his chest respectfully and bowed his head in salute.

"Shouldn't vampires hide in dark rooms? Aren't you afraid of being exposed to the sun?" Raisa tilted her head and looked at the man in front of her.

"Now the sun is shining in another direction of the castle and cannot shine here." Nagrand Varglis said: "And vampires hate the sun, not fear it."

Rouen Faxi knew that one of Chen Zhao's subordinates was a vampire, but she never heard that he was afraid of the sun.

Nagrand Varglis waved his hand to Nora El and motioned for her to retreat.

After Nora El retreated, Nagrand Varglis smoothed his hair with his hands.

Everyone looked at the vampire in front of them.

"Are you the 'dead' Count Nagrand Waglis?" Rouen Fasiben asked tentatively.

"Are you surprised? You must have come into contact with many supernatural creatures, right?"

"It's quite a lot, but this is the first time I've come into contact with vampires." Rouen Faxiben said: "But I heard that even vampires' life span will not exceed two hundred years, right?"

"As for strength, when I break through the limitations of certain shackles, I will have a lifespan beyond my own kind." Nagrand Waglis said: "Tell me, what do you want from me? Don't tell If you and I want to transform into vampires, only ordinary people can transform, and the process is quite cumbersome."

"No……"

"We want to know the contents of the Book of Prometheus." Xin Li said impatiently: "You donated the Book of Prometheus to the British Museum, right? Did you leave a copy?"

Nagrand Waglis looked at Xin Li unexpectedly: "Well, your blood looks quite delicious."

Rouen Fashben looked at Nagrand Waglis: "Please don't do anything to these children, especially this girl. Believe me, her parents are very cruel people."

"I'm also very fierce." Nagrand Waglis smiled.

"Her parents only need a phone call to get the 23rd generation Blood Mary to come and stand up for her. Lord Count Nagrand Waglis, are you sure you can stand it?"

"Twenty-third generation Blood Mary!?" Nagrand Waglis's cheek twitched, as if remembering some unpleasant memory: "Forget it, I can't afford to offend her."