Huh? Are they all real?.

In contrast, his chest was almost torn apart and blood was gushing out wildly.

"Why?! I thought we were friends?!"

Lester wanted to scoop up his own blood and drink it to heal his body.

But gradually he discovered that no matter how much he drank, it had no effect.

The wound showed no signs of healing at all.

So, after a moment of stunned silence, he turned to look at Ms. Lily.

"You turned me into a human? We're family? Why?!"

Ms. Lily slightly turned her gaze away.

In the sign language just now, Moen did more than just tell him that there were enemies.

They even made her cooperate in killing Lester at the end.

It's strange. Even though Lester and she are family, she chose Moen, an outsider, without hesitation.

In utter shock, Lester knelt on the ground, his body cold.

Looking at his eyes, filled with despair and confusion.

Moen was equally puzzled:

"Why keep pretending even at this point?"

Upon hearing this, Lester, who had just been on the verge of death, burst into laughter.

Blood continued to gush from his chest.

But Ms. Lily suddenly covered her forehead. Her spiritual energy was being depleted too quickly. No, her transformation had already failed!

The moment she realized this, Ms. Lily pulled Moen behind her and quickly distanced herself from Lester in front of her.

"He is a demigod!"

Lester, whose chest wound had healed rapidly, showed no intention of pursuing.

He simply dipped his finger in his own blood, tasted it, and then asked with great interest:

"So you did find out, but why didn't you wait until I sent you back before making your move? Wouldn't it have been more sensible to go back to the dwarves and kill me?"

Moen glanced regretfully at the unused revolver, then carefully put it away and said:

"Because I've discovered that you don't actually intend for us to go back."

That's true; he had no intention of letting them go back. So Rice nodded and asked:

"So you still followed me here, trying to fight back from the brink of defeat?"

"I want to send her back."

Moen stepped out from behind Ms. Lily and stood in front of her.

This small gesture instantly made Ms. Lily's heart race and her body temperature soar.

Leicester, on the other hand, whistled:

"I almost really thought she was your courtier and your first embrace. How loving!"

"So when was it discovered? Don't answer yet, let me guess!"

After pretending to ponder for a moment, Lester grinned and said:

"Hmm, was it that idiot Tos who aroused your suspicion, and then those useless people just now solidified your thoughts?"

Regarding Lester's confidence, Moen shook his head and said:

"No."

"No? When was that?"

Leicester was surprised.

That was the only flaw he discovered.

Moen pointed at him and said:

“You did a good job, or rather, you played the role very well. At the beginning, you played the role of a fallen nobleman, and then you took on a second identity for that purpose—Lester Heather from a foreign land.”

"I really don't know what kind of torture you put the original Mr. Lester in so that you know so much."

Leicester waved his hand and said:

"He was indeed tortured terribly at first, but I didn't torture him. I just made a deal with him, and he agreed!"

As he spoke, he suddenly realized:

"Ah, you found me because of the current head of the Heather family beside you? Because Lester told her he had been deported?"

"It's a pity. I was indeed prepared to kill him completely to eliminate future troubles, but I didn't expect that his deal with me was also to have a chance to commit suicide first."

Moen continued to shake his head:

“No, that’s not it. Ms. Lily has certainly made me more certain that you are not Lester, but not because of that.”

Ms. Lily did say that the real Lester had fallen into a great slump a year ago, so Moen guessed that he must have been deported around that time.

The already scarce first batch has become even scarcer.

But that wasn't the root of Moen's suspicion; it was merely one piece of evidence.

"Not yet? That makes sense, her reaction just now definitely suggested she didn't know. So how did you find out?"

Lester became increasingly curious, and he said earnestly to Moen:

"Give me your answer, considering how long we've spent together!"

Moen nodded and said:

“I realized something was wrong from the very beginning.”

His soul did not match the original pitiful duke, so Moen immediately noticed his possibility of being a stranger.

But soon after, Moen noticed another problem.

"At first? I thought I had perfectly deceived you, at least you shouldn't have realized who I really was. Why?"

"Red Leaf Grass!"

Lester instantly understood:

"Huh? Red leaf grass, red leaf grass. My explanation should be reasonable, right?"

Moen replied calmly:

"It makes sense, but it's still questionable. After all, someone who isn't a vampire wouldn't need to insist on using red leaf grass."

"Furthermore, it's rather suspicious that a duke's second son could bypass the duke and do so many things."

“Yes, but that should make you doubt me as the Duke’s second son, not as Leicester!”

Moen continued, in response to Leicester's curiosity:

"Then there's Qiqiu. Even though you're a stranger, you felt uncomfortable with the smell of the horned people, something only a normal vampire would feel."

"So my doubts deepened, and then I heard the dwarves tell me that the real you was also gone, and that's when I became certain of it."

"The subsequent Toss and Ms. Lily only further proved that I was not wrong."

"Of course, most importantly, the holy water of rest I gave you was fake, but no one noticed anything amiss along the way!"

Lester shook his head regretfully and said:

“You have made me lose face, sir. I once swore to my father that my plan was flawless. But now, it’s a bit ugly.”

Finally, he asked again:

"But why did you say you discovered I didn't intend to let you leave?"

Moen gave him a strange look and said:

“If that’s not the case, why isn’t there even a proper barrier? This is the Bathory family’s fortress, right under the nose of an angel.”

Moen probably understands what angels truly mean better than Grand Duke Bathory himself.

Without his permission, I would never have been able to leave the hall.

"If you really want us to leave, at least make it look like we're on the verge of death, right? Otherwise, isn't it obvious that you have something to say about us?"

"But nothing came of it, so you just wanted to have some fun, didn't you? You put all your real power into this?"

"Do you want to see the despair we feel when we survive a catastrophe and suddenly fall into the abyss again?"

Lester raised an eyebrow and said:

"I can't believe you know me so well."

Moen shook his head and said:

"I don't understand you, I only understand the blood nobles."

"They clearly wanted to see our despair after escaping death, only to find we had nowhere to run, yet they were unwilling to increase their investment to ensure everything went perfectly, remaining the same as before."

Lester was slightly taken aback, but after a moment, he burst into laughter and applauded.

As he clapped, more and more vampires appeared from all directions.

Unlike the previous jokes, this is now a real trump card.

Even excluding Lester himself, there are two demigods here.

"Of the six demigods of the Bathory family, half are now with you. Be proud, so-called Lord Tagura."

"We've given you plenty of face in order to kill you."

Moen looked quietly at Lester and said:

"Three Sequence 4s are not giving me face, they are insulting me."

The atmosphere, which had been somewhat relaxed, instantly reached its peak at this moment.

Lester and the two vampire demigods bared their fangs in utter displeasure.

It was at this moment that Ms. Lily made a move that surprised everyone, including Moen.

The fiery red skirt swayed gently in the magnificent little church.

Ms. Lily nestled in Moen's lap, where he was bowing his head, and whispered in his ear:

"I will make sure you get out of here alive!"

Chapter 217 A passionate kiss (3k)

You'll definitely let me get out of here alive?!

Moen was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then gasped in shock as he realized what was happening.

She is a divinely ordained path, an apostle and servant of the shadowy sun.

Her prayers were answered directly by Rose Lorian.

This is indeed the only way she can see to break the deadlock at present.

But the problem is, I can't let Rose Lorian look over here!

And it's not like there's no other way out now!

Moen's thoughts instantly returned to that terrifying day before the pocket watch corrected everything.

The earth cracked, the sky collapsed, and even the moon was dragged into the devastation of humankind.

To this day, it still leaves Moen feeling powerless and fearful.

In that disaster, almost the entire world died because of it.

"It hasn't come to that yet, so trust me!"

But why go to such lengths for me?!

While preventing Ms. Lily from calling Rose Lorian, Moen also felt this confusion.

His relationship with Ms. Lily wasn't very good.