Chapter 105: Mysterious Man

When Yu Lin brought Benson to other churches to continue handling.

Inside London.

"Master, the church already knows of our arrival."

"Should we release some illusions to deceive them?"

Bar stood before Dracula, reporting to him in a low voice.

"No need." Dracula waved his hand, gazing at the outside scenery, a hint of a smile curling his lips:

"I deliberately let them know of our arrival."

"After all, they are conducting that kind of experiment, most wanting to capture a vampire royal family...... the temptation of immortality, hehe~"

He turned to look at Bar and continued:

"Have them prepare; in three days, ensure that not all, but most of London's citizens will have drunk the 'free water' we distribute."

"By then, London will become my London, and the empire where the sun never sets will become my empire where the sun never sets!"

"Whoever makes a mistake......"

He hadn't finished speaking, but his icy gaze told Bar that he would absolutely not let the person who made a mistake go.

Bar quickly nodded: "Yes."

"With the help of Duke Xiu, your purchased and owned companies have already poured infected blood into all the produced free drinking water."

"The current production volume is already seven times London's total population, and orderly distribution has begun."

"You only need to cast magic, and all citizens who drink the water can be transformed into our kind."

"Hmm." Dracula gave a slight nod, just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look outside:

"What is this aura?!"

"Lord?!"

That aura came quickly and left quickly, as if it had never appeared.

But Dracula felt he could not be mistaken, for he clearly sensed that vast, boundless aura!

He had seen angels and demons before, but before this aura, angels and demons seemed insignificant!

Moreover, he inexplicably felt a surge of emotion that made him regret and question whether his current actions were correct, dragging innocent people into it, who knows how many would be displaced......

So he thought...... that is the Lord!

"No, I don't regret it!" Dracula shook his head, dispelling that emotion, his expression becoming resolute again.

At this moment, he once again became that formidable warlord who strikes fear into his enemies!

He said: "This is an inevitable experience on the path of restoration; without ruthlessness, one cannot achieve great things!"

"I alone will bear the infamy; even if after death I descend into hell, even if my bones leave no trace!"

Dracula's words echoed in the air, each character seeming to carry the weight of hundreds of years.

Outside, sunlight streamed through the gothic stained glass, casting alternating light and shadow on his sharply defined profile.

At this moment, his gaze became razor-sharp, like a drawn sword piercing the last hint of hesitation and weakness.

"Wallachia has betrayed me......" he said in a low voice:

"But I will not betray Wallachia."

This statement was like an oath, yet also like a curse, completely severing his last hesitation!

Bar stood behind him, his admiration almost taking tangible form.

He knelt on one knee, right hand over his chest, his voice trembling slightly from excitement:

"I am willing to share your infamy! Even if after death I descend into hell, even if my bones leave no trace!"

Dracula slowly turned, looking down upon this most loyal servant, the corner of his mouth lifting into a near-arrogant smile.

"Bar......" his voice rose, like a horn blaring from an ancient battlefield:

"Are you ready to welcome our kingdom?"

Bar lifted his head, his eyes blazing with fervent fire, his voice firm as iron:

"Ready!"

At this moment, the sunlight seemed to dim as well.

Outside, the distant chime of London's bells rang out, as if proclaiming——

A dark storm capable of overturning all of Europa is about to descend!

Feiluo Exorcism Office.

Feiluo handed Jonathan two bottles of the highest-grade holy water:

"Carry it for self-defense; first, don't worry whether Dracula is a vampire—later, whatever other demons you encounter, it will also work."

"Prepare tomorrow; I and Van Helsing will guard outside—if anything happens, just touch the ring on your hand."

"You understand?"

Jonathan listened to his friend's advice and smiled: "Got it, with you and Mr. Van Helsing around, I have nothing to worry about."

"Then let's do that; I'll go back to prepare the materials."

"Let's make another appointment another day."

He stood up, waved at Van Helsing over there to say goodbye, then turned and left.

But shortly after he stepped out the door, another figure walked in.

Feiluo thought he had forgotten something, so he returned to get it, looking up and saying: "Jonathan, did you forget............."

"Hello, is there anything you need?"

The visitor was not Jonathan.

But rather a handsome gentleman wearing a top hat, a fitted suit, holding a cane, looking like a nobleman.

He walked in, took off his hat, and gave Feiluo a friendly smile.

"Hello, I came to consult you about some matters."

Feiluo quickly rose, made a gesture to sit: "Please sit, sir, would you like something to drink?"

"Just black tea, thank you." The man sat down elegantly, leaning his cane against the table.

Feiluo turned to prepare the tea set, asking meanwhile: "Would you like anything added?"

"Plain black tea is fine; I like it pure." The man smiled, his long fingers lightly tapping the tabletop.

Soon, a cup of steaming black tea was placed before the man.

Feiluo sat in the opposite armchair, hands crossed on his knees: "So, what would you like to consult about?"

The man lifted the teacup, took a slight sip, then set it down:

"Did an Easterner come here a few days ago?"

Feiluo blinked slightly, then nodded: "Indeed, that happened."

"Do you know him? Is he your friend?"

"No," the man shook his head, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth:

"I know him, but he doesn't know me. We're not friends."

He paused, his eyes deepening: "To be precise, I need to call him uncle."

"Uncle?" Feiluo raised his eyebrows in surprise, scrutinizing the man before him.

Although the other party looks to be in his early thirties, that Yu Lin looks to be only about twenty...... strange.

The man seemed to see Feiluo's doubt, lightly waved his hand: "No need to dwell on this. I just wanted to confirm."

He took out a delicate velvet box from his inner pocket: "Besides, I'd like to commission you to deliver this to Sofia Avenue, Ger Street No. 17."

"My friend is there; he said the place is haunted."

The box opened, revealing a wholly golden-yellow bead, about the size of a pigeon's egg.

Most striking is the vivid red liquid inside the bead.