Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 70: I'm convinced, truly convinced.
With this in mind.

Smith watched as the white-haired old man approached step by step, and from his position, he could tell that he was some kind of leader.

Once the distance was about right, he gritted his teeth and quickly changed from squatting to lying down, pushing off with his feet.

The grip of high-end custom leather shoes, combined with the smoothness of supple fabric trousers.

He was made to slide rapidly across the smooth marble floor tiles.

He completed a rather difficult, short-distance acceleration slide tackle.

Finally, it stopped precisely in front of old Eric, catching the handsome old man, who was marching forward with great momentum, off guard.

Before he could say anything, the person kneeling in front of him straightened up with a fawning smile and bowed in a very standard posture.

If you ignore his knees that are pressed firmly to the ground, he is quite gentlemanly and elegant.

"I am so sorry to bother you so abruptly. Dear guests, your names are not on the invitation list. This is a great oversight on my part, and I would like to express my sincerest apologies."

After speaking, he bowed his chest and bent over, raising his head slightly, nervously watching the old man's reaction.

This series of actions left the old man completely bewildered; it was nothing like the expected angry shouts and resistance, or the begging for mercy and escape.

That's quite ingenious; they themselves were lying in ambush, but this person made them out to be invited guests.

Anyway, the goal today is to win over these "big shots," and since someone is cooperating so well, it saves us some trouble.

He then raised an eyebrow, exchanged a glance with the others around him, and spoke in a tone that contained a hint of sarcasm.

"How should I address this gentleman? And this new style of etiquette is quite creative."

Smith, who was kneeling on the ground, kept an eye on the expression of the person in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

After noticing that the other person made eye contact with their companion, they looked at me.

He automatically filtered out the sarcasm and amusement in her tone and expression.

Hearing these sarcastic words, he felt no offense whatsoever; instead, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

At least it can be seen that these people are most likely vampires, and they did not come here with the purpose of slaughter.

At least my life is temporarily saved.

Having figured these things out, Smith felt a little relieved, and even the smile on his face became more genuine.

Seeing that no one was telling him to get up, he simply knelt on the ground naturally and began to plan what would happen next.

From what we can see, these vampires are clearly carrying out this operation in an organized and disciplined manner, with a clear leadership and command system, and are obviously subject to a higher will.

And considering what happened in Hawaii recently, and the sudden appearance of werewolves, and the legendary vampire king Dracula.

Smith couldn't help but have some terrifying associations with these things that should have disappeared into mythology and the roar of industry.

Now, suddenly, even today, nearly a hundred vampires have appeared right in front of me.

A series of events occurred one after another, leaving him no choice but to worry; it seemed as if a powerful force was at play...

…No!

It must be some beings I can hardly imagine, preparing to re-enter this world!
Thinking of the ancient books collected by my family, recording the original versions of myths and legends from a hundred years ago, those versions that have been optimized countless times compared to the current ones, yet still seem like child's play.

That was an era permeated with evil, sacrifice, worship, and endless slaughter.

There was absolutely no way for mortals to survive; only inescapable curses and battles between gods and demons led to the destruction of countless city-states, which were only briefly mentioned in passing.

Smith couldn't help but shudder at the thought of those scenarios that might repeat themselves in the future.

He was filled with fear and unease, but a hint of madness gradually crept into his eyes.

Harold Smith, among the many heirs of the Smith family, is the least valued.

Stupid, useless—that's the default assessment of him by almost everyone; nobody had any faith in him.

This is one of the reasons why he was ostracized to this desolate place, far from the center of power.

But now, a truly exceptional opportunity has presented itself to him.

Over the years in the family, Smith learned a lesson from his older brothers.

Those who waver and cling to their own territory will only face elimination.

A relatively correct choice, on the other hand, can lead directly to success.

Vampires, no, blood clans. In any legend, even if they are not a major force, they appear as a vast background element.

On the surface, Dracula, the king of vampires, is a figure imbued with various mythological elements, and while his strength may not be the highest, he is certainly a pivotal figure.

Moreover, based on my understanding, neither the most legendary church nor various deities and mysterious cults are easy for an ordinary person to join.

Vampires seem to be one of the few organizations that allows mortals to choose a place, a place that allows a former mortal to occupy.

This is my chance to transcend ordinary people!
Human abilities have limits!
Unless you surpass humanity…

So... I'm not going to be human anymore!

Thinking this, a smile of irrationality crept onto Smith's made-up face.

...

Meanwhile, old Eric, who had been standing there for almost a minute, frowned as he watched the man kneeling on the ground, his expression constantly changing, and finally, he would occasionally chuckle foolishly.

Finally, a passerby with a large beard and a random appearance couldn't hold back any longer and took two steps to Eric's ear.

"Captain...is this guy scared out of his wits? Can the Saintess's blessing cure a brain injury?"

Upon hearing his teammate's words, Eric, looking at the person in front of him who was still grinning foolishly, also became somewhat uncertain.

At this moment, he also recognized the person in front of him as one of the main targets of this gathering, the newly arrived governor Harold Smith.

Not only is he currently in charge of the city, but he is also one of the heirs of the Smith family.

Although news reports say that this person is not valued by his family, as the heir of a family with a history of over 100 years, he is not comparable to ordinary government officials.

It can be said that recruiting this person is crucial to expanding the influence of the vampire clan in the future; the Holy Maiden even emphasized this point herself.

And now it seems I've scared this person half to death...

hiss~
Old Eric, having figured out the key point, couldn't help but twitch his eyelids, realizing he had made a huge mistake.

But in the end, there was nothing he could do. He had been in charge of the entire incident, and if anything went wrong, he would not be able to escape responsibility.

"Whoo~"

Old Eric took a deep breath, suppressing his unease.

He waved his hand, signaling the team members next to him to deal with the others first, leaving this mess to him.

Once everyone had dispersed, old Eric squatted down with a solemn expression, trying to meet the gaze of the "stunned" Governor Smith.

However, the man seemed to be immersed in some kind of illusion, showing no reaction to the changes before him, and was still chuckling foolishly with his head down.

Eric sighed again at this, but there was nothing he could do; the matter was urgent.

He could only tentatively reach out, hoping to pat the person to try and wake them up.

However, just as he slowly reached out, preparing to pat his shoulder.

Smith, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly looked up and grabbed the outstretched hand.

"Let me join! I'll give anything! I'm willing to be Lord Dracula's slave! I want... *pfft*!"

Before he could finish his excited words, Eric, who had just realized what was happening, leaped up and kicked him away.

The figure traced an arc before flying over the banquet table and crashing to the ground.

Old Eric finally grasped the meaning of what had just been said and realized he had overreacted.

He rushed to Smith, who was lying on his side on the ground, coughing up blood, and knelt down to anxiously check on him.

No matter what, he was an important person. Even if he had a mental problem, he shouldn't have been kicked to death by himself for no reason.

As Eric examined the man, his heart sank further. He realized that the man's body seemed quite weak, especially since he hadn't held back his strength earlier.

With almost all of his ribs broken, he probably won't live for more than a few minutes.

And just as he was examining his injuries, Smith, who was coughing up blood, managed to force a smile.

He shakily raised a bloodstained hand and firmly made a thumbs-up.

"Cough cough~ I surrender... I give up... cough cough... really... cough cough~"

After saying this, he could no longer hold on and fainted.

(End of this chapter)