The end of the world is coming: Socially anxious zombies just want to travel around the world

As night fell and the banquet arrived as scheduled, the originally quiet and peaceful Castle Saint-Michel gradually became lively.

Vampires from the three major clans all attended the banquet as scheduled. On the surface, they were there to congratulate Negal on his awakening, but in fact, they all had their own ulterior motives.

Yan Si sat in front of the dressing mirror, wearing a not very complicated burgundy aristocratic dress. Three maids surrounded her and dressed her up like a doll.

Yan Si felt a little uneasy when he thought about facing the scrutiny of many vampires soon.

The maid combed the hair to the end of Yan Si's hair. When all the makeup was done, the maid bowed respectfully and said.

"I'm ready, ma'am."

Yan Si came back to her senses from her anxiety and looked at herself in the mirror. At Yan Si's request, the maids did not do a complicated makeup for her. They simply braided her hair and paid some attention to her clothes.

It is true that Buddha relies on gold ornaments and people rely on clothes.

As soon as she took off the little sweatshirt and put on the luxurious dress, the loser vibe on her body disappeared.

I walked out of the room, and saw Negar leaning against the door, waiting silently.

His eyes were still covered with red silk, and when combined with his long silver hair that flowed like a waterfall, there was an indescribable charm about him.

He was wearing luxurious black aristocratic attire, looking elegant and noble.

Negar stretched out his hand to Yan Si and said, "Yan, it's our turn to perform."

Yan Si rubbed his hands nervously before putting his hand in Negar's and replied, "Okay, let's go."

Before that, Yan Si restrained her aura. She didn't want to be called a half-human by many vampires.

It was not until he stood shoulder to shoulder with Negar on the second staircase of the hall, looking at the luxurious decoration on the first floor hall and the many vampires whose eyes were attracted, that Yan Si straightened his body nervously, stood extremely straight, and his eyes were firm enough to join the party.

Yan Si comforted himself in his heart that he just had to treat these vampires as cabbages.

Seeing Negal entering, the vampires who were originally in the hall stopped talking, and everyone looked at Negal with calculating eyes.

Each of them has his own plan for this prince of the Gastle clan who has been silent for a long time but has awakened inexplicably.

Especially Droville, the elder of Claude's clan. After Negar appeared, he had been thinking about his own little tricks in his mind.

The Gastle clan is small in number, and the only one who is a direct descendant and has obtained the power of the ancestor is Negar.

If he imitated Leander (the prince of the Elroy clan) who had happened six hundred years ago, and took the opportunity to control Negar and divide up his share of the ancestral power, wouldn't he be able to become the leader of the three clans?

Although Leander was bitten back by Negar in a short time, it only showed that he was a fool and had no ability to become the leader of the three tribes.

But I am different. I have this confidence. For this, I have been planning for three hundred years.

The three major clans have been checking and balancing each other for so long, it is time to break this deadlock.

The plan was originally well-planned, with Tritus being used as a pawn to approach Negar, but the plan suddenly turned awry...

Droville's turbid eyes moved to Yan Si, his fingers rhythmically tapping the scepter in his hand, and his green eyes staring at Yan Si with cruelty.

I can't let this oriental woman who suddenly appeared disrupt the plan I worked so hard to plan.

Yan Si blinked his eyes, inexplicably feeling a strong murderous aura, and looked in the direction where the murderous aura came from, just in time to meet Droville's vicious gaze.

Yan Si also saw the skinny old vampire, but she just glanced at him and then looked away.

It turns out that not all vampires are good-looking.

There are also some that are ugly.

Besides, this old man is quite murderous.

It feels a little off.

However, Droville regarded Yan Si's action as contempt, thinking that Yan Si did not take him seriously at all.

He couldn't help but clench the scepter in his hand. This strange oriental woman will definitely get rid of you.

Yan Si suddenly wanted to sneeze?

Who misses me?

Negar patted Yan Si's hand gently, signaling her to be at ease.

On the second floor, Negal slightly raised the goblet in his hand. The sound was not loud, but it was loud enough to reach the ears of every vampire.

"I invited you all to this banquet not only to announce that I have awakened and regained control of the Gastler clan, but more importantly, I have found my bride. In two months, we will hold a grand wedding in the Land of the End."

"Her my bride, Yan."

The End of the World? A place no one has ever heard of.

Yan Si always stood beside Negar with a decent smile on his face, doing his best to play the role of a qualified tool man.

As soon as Negar said this, people in the hall began to talk about it.

"Ah? So the rumors from a while ago are true? His Royal Highness actually has a bride."

"Well, you won the bet. I promise to give you my favorite blood slave."

"His Royal Highness' bride looks different from us. She has a face we have never seen before."

"You are so short-sighted. That is an oriental face. His Royal Highness' bride is an oriental woman."

"Yan? What a strange name."

Yan Si listened to the discussions below and couldn't help but sigh, are even vampires so gossipy these days?

Negar also heard their discussion and frowned slightly. After a moment of silence, the hall fell silent.

"I don't want to hear any talk about my bride, please put away your curiosity."

It was not until Negar brought Yan Si downstairs to the first-floor hall that Droville stepped forward and spoke to break the silence in the hall.

After a simple salute, Drovere said carefully, "Your Highness, I don't know if it's a bit presumptuous of me to say this, but is this oriental woman in front of me really qualified to be your bride?"

Negar's aura sank, and he said in a cold voice, "Are you questioning the bride I personally chose?"

Drovere resisted the blood suppression of Negar, held the scepter with both hands, lowered his head, and his legs couldn't help but tremble. But at this point, Drovere still said with all his strength: "You misunderstood, Your Highness."

"As the only remaining noble bloodline of Gastler, you should form a partnership with someone of the same noble bloodline, otherwise it will taint your noble bloodline."

Yan Si heard these words and couldn't help but smile.

What is going on? Bloodline and lineage, how is this different from pet breeding?

Yan Si laughed in his heart for a while, then quickly stopped laughing after he came to his senses.

This is only directed at the stinky old man in front of me.