Chapter 109: Then We Have No Choice But to Force It

Jonathan's home.

"Jonathan, I've moved. You can come to Gryen Street No. 6 tomorrow to find me; I'll be waiting there."

Dracula set down the coffee cup in his hand, lifted his eyes to Jonathan, and gave him a slight smile.

"Alright, I will." Jonathan nodded, indicating he understood.

"Before that, I will finish the task you gave me."

"I believe in your ability, but don't overexert yourself." Dracula praised, then stood up:

"It's not early yet, so I won't disturb your rest."

"See you tomorrow."

Dracula arrived in the afternoon, saying he came to handle some matters here, and also visited Jonathan to discuss progress.

Watching Dracula's back.

Jonathan brushed his hand against the Silver Coin in his pocket, thinking that sooner or later it was the same, then stood up and called out:

"Mr. Dracula, wait a moment."

Dracula halted, turned his head toward him:

"What's the matter?"

Jonathan took that Silver Coin from his pocket and handed it to Dracula:

"Last time you didn't just give me a Silver Coin, you also kept many Silver Coins, didn't you?"

"My friend asked me to find someone to appraise it; since you're an expert in this field, I'd like you to take a look."

"Of course." Dracula showed a gentle smile and confidently extended his hand.

As a being who has lived for centuries, his skill in coin appraisal is truly master‑class.

If he weren't occupied with restoring a nation or focusing on being a scholar, he could be said to have left a profound mark on human history.

Yet at the moment his fingertip was about to touch the Silver Coin—

A bone‑chilling cold surged from his spine up his neck; Dracula's hand froze midair, then snapped back as if struck by electricity.

His pupils suddenly contracted, staring intently at the seemingly ordinary Silver Coin.

"This............"

Dracula's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and fine cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

As an Undead, he hadn't felt such instinctive terror in a long time—an omen of death deep in his bloodline, as if warning him: touching this Silver Coin guarantees death!

Jonathan watched Dracula's abnormal behavior, his heart startled, yet his expression remained puzzled:

"Mr. Dracula? What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Dracula shook his head, suppressed his fear, and said in a deep voice:

"Who gave you this Silver Coin?"

"Is it really your friend?"

Jonathan nodded: "Of course it's my friend, but if I must be precise, it's my friend's friend."

"What's the matter?"

Dracula still gave no answer, but asked again:

"Your friend? Firo de Leon?"

"The exorcist who works with Van Helsing?"

Jonathan, hearing that he already knew so much, guessed that Dracula had already gathered clear information about him, and his previously trusting heart began to waver.

Could it be that Dracula truly is a Vampire?!

If it were true........

"You don't need to guess; I am a Vampire."

"Uh, you're a Vampire, huh? Good, I thought you were… uh…?"

Jonathan stared at the outright Dracula, his mouth agape.

He just admitted it outright?

Dracula pointed at the Silver Coin in his hand: "Since you have taken this Silver Coin to test me, you must already harbor doubts about me."

"I'll be honest with you; I don't dare touch this Silver Coin."

"Instead of hiding, which is useless, it's better to admit openly."

"Jonathan."

He locked eyes with Jonathan: "You know how I am."

"I can promise you, in the future you will be above billions!"

"You will gain Longevity, you will obtain extraordinary power, you will master Magic!"

"What's the point of being ordinary? Join us, and I will grant you everything you desire!"

Dracula's voice, like an ancient incantation, echoed through the room.

His words seemed imbued with magic, each promise striking the deepest desire in Jonathan's heart. Jonathan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his hand holding the Silver Coin trembled faintly.

Longevity... power... Magic...

Those words swirled continuously in his mind.

As an ordinary person, how could he not be moved? Yet reason reminded him—becoming a Vampire means living forever in darkness, feeding on blood, feared by the world.

"I.............." Jonathan opened his mouth, then closed it again.

His brows knit tightly, his inner struggle evident.

Dracula's mouth curled into a confident smile, patiently waiting.

Centuries of life had taught him human nature well; he knew he needed to give the prey enough time to convince himself.

At this critical moment, Dracula's expression suddenly twisted.

He clutched his chest suddenly, his face changing dramatically: "Bar?! Who killed Bar?!"

His voice filled with disbelief: "No... how did Bar come back to life?"

His expression grew even more confused: "Huh? How did he die again? Something's off... something's off..........."

Dracula spun around abruptly, his black cloak slicing a sharp arc in the air: "Jonathan, think it over and come find me."

His voice had returned to calm, but his speech noticeably sped up:

"I believe you know what to do; you're a smart person."

Before his words finished, his figure had turned into a wisp of black mist, drifting out the open window and merging into the night.

Jonathan stood frozen in place, the silver coin in his palm emitting a faint cool sensation.

The cold wind outside brushed his cheeks, letting his heated mind gradually calm down.

After struggling for a long time, he still deflated, giving a wry smile and shaking his head:

"I guess I still don't have the guts to become a vampire; forget it, being an ordinary person isn't so bad."

"At least, I can still go drink with that guy Feiluo later."

He turned around, placing the silver coin on the table.

He planned to go talk to Feiluo tomorrow about tonight's events.

However.

He didn't notice that, just as Dracula rose, a drop of blood had already fallen into his tea cup.

Since he had let him know his true identity, Dracula could not simply ignore it, yet Dracula genuinely admired Jonathan................

Then there's nothing for it but to force it!

At the moment Jonathan drank the tea, a surge of power instantly spread!

He watched his nails turn sharp, his face contorting from pain into a grimace as he growled:

"Ugh! What, what is happening?!"