Chapter 195: Blood Clan Under the Moon

Roselle wore a smile on his face, but inside, he had already begun to curse.

A Duke family was a behemoth in the Solomon Empire that didn't lose to the imperial family; he, a mere Sequence 6, couldn't afford to provoke them!

Relying on his maxed-out social skills, Roselle circled and probed Zaratul, a process that lasted for a full hour.

And this meeting between Roselle and Zaratul reached a friendly intention of win-win cooperation, together looking forward to a beautiful future.

"Damn it! You old Monster, trying to pit me!" Roselle returned to his room, placed one hand on the Silver Medal, and let his Spirituality surge, forming a Wall of Spirituality to cover and isolate the room.

This was a use of the Silver Medal he had developed; by relying on its inherent "concealment" Characteristic to set up a Wall of Spirituality, he could excellently conceal himself and isolate prying eyes.

"Hmph, from now on, I'll beat up every 'Diviner' I see!"

He subconsciously forgot that he was also proficient in divination.

But a charlatan is something one can be oneself, yet if others do it, they deserve a beating!

"Write a diary entry to calm down!" Roselle took out his diary again and recorded the many guesses he had obtained from Zaratul.

"This old Monster is at least a Demigod in status; he's a bit hard to deal with." Roselle felt a lingering fear.

His Beyonder channels were far more than just the "Craftsman Church" and certain nobles; Zaratul was only one of them. He had even become very familiar with several believers of the "Dream Sect" through some whimsical ideas, and he knew deeply how extraordinary a half-human, half-demigod was.

This was not something he could resist right now.

"Form alliances and build friendships with more great nobles after arriving at the Didu."

But he was also in a bit of a bind; his current status as a fallen noble really didn't amount to much in front of these great nobles, and only his Sequence 6 was slightly presentable.

"It's so hard. Should I go find a countess, or a marchioness? But that's also very difficult!"

And after entering Sequence 6, the improvement of one's Sequence would suddenly slow down; his previous advancement of one Sequence per year had already caused some voices of opposition within the Church.

"A bunch of guys who hold positions but don't do their jobs; I'll make you pay sooner or later!" Roselle snorted coldly.

The mechanical ship with built-in Beyonder items sailed on the great river, needing only two days to reach the oldest city in this world.

At nightfall, Roselle walked out of his room, and the lights on the mechanical ship illuminated the interior.

He came to the deck, blowing the evening wind coming toward him, and the reflection of the blood-colored moon in the river had a unique beauty.

His head was much clearer, though he was still somewhat uneasy about the trip to the Didu.

"Zaratul, Antigonus..." Being drawn into the struggle between these two great Duke families also made Roselle feel a bit stifled.

"Hmm?" Roselle noticed another woman on the deck, and relying on a certain intuition, the physical data of this woman instantly appeared in Roselle's mind.

"She's my type..." Roselle blinked; of course, as long as they were beautiful enough, they were all his type.

Roselle returned to his room, rummaged out a few pieces of low-key yet luxurious gold jewelry, and even a few Beyonder items with small negative effects, and wore them on himself.

He was very confident in his appearance, but these things could tangibly increase his charm and temperament.

He walked leisurely to the lady, conjuring two wine glasses like a magic trick, with blood-colored liquid sloshing inside.

"Beautiful lady, I feel you are missing this glass of fine wine right now."

The lady turned around upon hearing this, her blood-colored eyes looking at Roselle.

Roselle's heart skipped a beat, stunned by the lady's beauty for a moment, but at the same time, he knew the identity of the lady before him.

Blood Clan, that is, a Vampire!

The most glorious era for this race in historical records should be the Trensost Empire of the Fourth Epoch.

But now the Trensost Empire had been carved up by several kingdoms, and the Blood Clan, as "remnants of the previous dynasty," naturally had a difficult situation; indeed, a group of the Blood Clan had come to settle in the Solomon Empire.

"I never drink alcohol." The Blood Clan lady looked at Roselle with her blood-colored eyes, her peripheral vision drifting toward Roselle's neck.

This kind of gaze made Roselle's neck feel a bit chilly.

But how could such a difficulty stump him? It was just a Sequence 7 Vampire.

I wonder what a vampire tastes like...

"That's a pity," Roselle said with a calm expression as he poured the liquid into the river, "Then let it be sacrificed for the blood moon in the water to taste."

The blood moon was the manifestation of the Blood Clan's faith.

"Very well, you have successfully made me remember you." The Blood Clan lady looked at the blood moon in the water and chuckled softly.

"That is my honor." Roselle downed the other glass of red wine in his hand, looking completely dashing.

The story that followed was too cliché—just that bit of affected posturing between two lonely men and women, and the final result was that Roselle came to the room of this Blood Clan lady.

The people on this mechanical ship built by the "Craftsman Church" were all either rich or noble, and most were Beyonders, so naturally, everyone was equipped with a room for rest.

"I'll go to the washroom first." The Blood Clan lady's slender fingers tapped Roselle's chest, her cool, moist body almost pressing against Roselle.

"Go ahead." Roselle only felt a breath wandering around his neck, itchy and very comfortable.

"Wait for me." There was a Scorching emotion in the Blood Clan lady's blood-colored eyes.

Roselle's expression was calm as he nodded slightly, already well-versed in such scenes.

"Blood Clan? Heh." This lady looked young, but her age was likely over one hundred.

"This kind of Blood Clan plays quite wildly; I have a feeling I've been hooked by her." Roselle sat on the bed, which was emitting a faint fragrance, his mind wandering.

"The moonlight is truly beautiful tonight." Roselle stood up and walked to the window, looking at the blood-colored moonlight outside.

Thump!

Roselle inexplicably heard his own heartbeat.

His pupils shrank, and he subconsciously reached out to press the Silver Medal on his chest.

At this moment, the Silver Medal seemed to be acting a bit strange.

Roselle immediately took a pocket watch out of his pocket, his eyes turning dark, and began to divine with the help of the Silver Medal's power.

"I will encounter danger tonight..." After three consecutive divination phrases, the pocket watch in Roselle's hand suddenly rotated a full circle to the right.

This meant that he would encounter something extremely dangerous tonight.

Roselle:!!!

His intuition was not wrong; this time, the one who might have been hooked was him...

Could it be that this Blood Clan husband is actually a high-Sequence Demigod?

Roselle blinked; this was not impossible, and if he had truly slept with her, he might face the profound malice of a Demigod.

Gulp!

Roselle prepared to run away.

Divination beforehand was truly a good habit, and it was this good habit that had helped him avoid danger many times; now, he was prepared to trust his own divination.

He put away his pocket watch, walked toward the room door with a calm expression, and prepared to open it and flee.

"Darling, where are you going?"