Chapter 376

It was almost midnight. Brad Dracula sat alone in the castle, reading a long memorandum, but his mind was a complete blank, and his thoughts were not on it at all. He was waiting for a certain senator from across the ocean to talk to him, but he was worried that this senator would say something unpleasant. Not only because the credibility of the Magical Congress has never been very good, but also, what gave this old vampire count a headache was that his influence within the vampire race was becoming weaker and weaker.

Several troublemakers, none of whom would submit to the others. He thought distractedly, if only it were as good as the werewolves; they had long since begun to flourish...

"Ahem." A cough came from the right side.

"Hmm, you've finally come." Brad sat down in front of the oil painting and said to the person wearing the silver wig, "I have been waiting for your news."

"Heh, I really don't know where to start; this week has been really tough..." the person muttered, "You haven't made any progress at all. Some senators have already begun to secretly contact Donald. You know he has also found a spokesperson, right?"

"That!" Brad stood up angrily, "Absolutely not! There has never been any Denathrius in the Dracula family genealogy! By what right does he call himself Dracula? I even suspect he is not a vampire at all!"

"Ah, you don't need to worry about him for now." The senator frowned and said, "Have you found out who the newly emerged Silber belongs to?"

"Gregorio Silber, this name cannot be found in the existing genealogical records." Brad said, "Either he is using a pseudonym, or he is not one of our local vampires. The butler said he looks like he has been a soldier. I actually really suspect whether he might be one of Yanayev's subordinates."

"We know very clearly that the spokesperson Su Fang found is that Dio Brando." The senator pondered, "Then, think about other possibilities. Since he only emerged recently, could it be... has something happened recently? Yes, the Death Eaters have elected a new Dark Lord. Could it be related to this?"

"Indeed, some people have occasionally seen him meeting with Severus Snape." Brad nodded, "But I personally think this doesn't prove anything. Snape could be any identity. Perhaps Hogwarts wants to hire him as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"Snape is also a Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic. He facilitated the deterrent peace between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters. We can even suspect that he is representing the Order of the Phoenix." The senator added, "But none of these parties have any need to contact the vampires, or rather, if Silber were cooperating with them, it wouldn't be like this."

"Could it be Gilnis?" The senator asked, "Do they want to unite all the marginalized people to form a dark force?"

"Even a child knows that there is a deep hatred between werewolves and vampires." Brad shook his head.

"Then, stop thinking about which side he is on for now, and think about how to deal with him." The senator changed the subject, "He is very aggressive in wanting to unify the vampires and has already had armed conflicts with several factions—and worse, he has won them all."

"I don't understand, can't everyone just live their own lives?"

"No!" The senator suddenly raised his voice, "You must find a way to stop him, understand? We didn't cultivate you just so you could live in peace with others!"

"That is to say, while Silber is preparing to use iron-fisted means to unite the entire vampire race, you need me to stand up and stop him, right?" Brad pointed to his chest, "Just relying on this weak body of mine, plus a pair of dragon-hide gloves that can cast spells, you aren't even willing to send a thug over?"

"Ordinary wizards cannot intervene; that would escalate the situation." The senator shook his head, "But didn't I give you many gloves? You find some trustworthy people. Even if the spells don't have a good effect on vampires, a dozen people chanting together should be able to take him down, right?"

"But I can't find any." Brad sighed, "Even my butler is hired with money. What are young people thinking about these days? I have no idea..."

A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across, and Brad frowned and looked out the window. It was gloomy outside, looking like it was about to rain.

"I have nothing now." Brad sighed, "An old castle, a title, nothing else. Not many people are willing to be loyal to me. They just give me some respect on the surface, but in their hearts, no one takes me seriously."

"Since Elizabeth I, the Dracula family has been the orthodoxy of the vampire race." The senator said patiently, "This legitimacy of yours is very important. Make an issue of this point."

The reason for not letting Saruman appear was mainly because after one capture and one release, Bella's state became uncontrollable. Since she couldn't be safely allowed to run with Delphi, it was necessary to guard against her jumping over the wall and hijacking Harry.

"Is this the attitude you have toward things?" The senator began to be dissatisfied, "That's not what you said when you accepted aid!"

"At worst, I won't take aid in the future, and we'll be even."

"Think about how much help we have given you? Your life was saved by us!" The senator stared and questioned, "When the Dark Lord just returned to this world—that is, four years ago, it just happened to be a night like today, if it weren't for us coming to notify you immediately!"

"Anyway, I would have known about that sooner or later!"

"But at that time, you wouldn't have had time to hide. You would have been forced to work for him. Think about where you would have died?" The senator extended a finger, "Two years ago, when they organized the Azkaban mass breakout? In order to rescue his core subordinates, the Dark Lord found quite a few cannon fodder to fight the Aurors. A dozen of your kin are lying at the bottom of the North Sea. Do you think you want to be one of them?"

"Not to mention this time last year, when the Death Eaters grabbed people to storm Hogwarts—"

"The Dark Lord is gone, don't mention this." Brad raised his hands, "I will find a way to deal with Silber."

"So much time has passed, and you have still accomplished nothing." The senator said disappointedly, "I don't ask you to compare with Gilnis, but at least you shouldn't be unable to find even one trustworthy person!"

"There is one, there are about ten or twenty people in the castle who are willing to listen to me." Brad calculated, "Plus the gloves you gave me, the magical gadgets, oh yes, and three Wei Wei Silai fireworks, I hope that will work."

"The Wei Wei Silai fireworks were prepared for you to deal with Dio," the senator said, "Silber has no weakness to light."

"Yes, he is afraid of nothing. And he is a very strong big guy, which is what makes me feel the most annoyed." Brad complained, "Vampires should be handsome and elegant, how can they be like that?"

"They are the ones who are right," the senator commented objectively, "The situation will become more and more chaotic. You vampires are naturally very resistant to spells. You should consider how to use this point to strengthen your combat power, instead of clinging to the traditional image."

Before Brad could answer, a slow but clear sound of applause approached from far to near. The senator's gaze moved away from Brad's terrified face and looked toward a figure in the darkness behind him.

A man wearing a white coat, revealing strong arms, walked to the painting while clapping his hands.

The senator watched him silently.

"Vampires are vampires, there's no need to say anything about a 'vampire race'." The man said, "I have always been very clear about this point: no matter how much werewolves are discriminated against, they are still humans, while we are classified as magical creatures."

"You, how did you get in?" Brad's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

"Strength, we need to have very strong combat power, strong enough for wizards to be willing to look at us squarely." He almost completely ignored Brad on the side and turned to stare fixedly at the senator.

"You are very right, vampires are naturally very resistant to magic, but this is not enough, far from enough. We need one, the strongest vampire who can be immune to almost all magic." He twisted his neck, "I will find a child with enough talent, cultivate her combat skills, and feed her the blood of various magical creatures. Some experiments have already shown that this can increase our resistance to spells."

"Do you want to cooperate with us?" The senator swallowed, "Mr. Silber?"

"Are you still drinking Muggle blood?" Silber ignored the senator and turned to look at Brad, "We draw traits from blood, and Muggles... will only make you more fragile."

No one saw clearly, but in the blink of an eye, a sharp greatsword had already appeared in Brad's chest. The tip of the sword protruding from his back was dripping with blood, and he felt a chill begin to spread throughout his body.

"You are the last obstacle to the execution of my plan, Dracula." Silber threw down the corpse, walked straight to the desk, and began to rummage for something, "We don't need a count conferred by humans; we will have our own queen."

"We can also invest in this plan." The senator said through the painting, "A vampire queen immune to spells, this is great, a very promising idea. Are you interested in cooperating with us?"

"You? Is it the Magical Congress?" A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Silber's mouth.

"Yes, you can trust our strength. We can provide the blood of various magical creatures, and even the blood of wizards..."

"Then, your information is already far behind." Silber shook his head, "Even if the Queen Project really succeeds, we have only obtained a ticket to the Wizarding World."

"What do you mean?"

"The change has already begun, you idiot." Silber pulled out his greatsword and left without looking back.

The confused senator watched his chosen spokesperson slowly turn into a cold corpse on the ground, was silent for a long while, and finally cursed: "This bastard William's shitty mess."