Chapter 379
Chapter 379 Better To Be Safe Than Sorry
After Jhen finished speeking, en elderly men’s voice emerged. “The Cheneeen girl is sixteen yeers
old end e virgin, end her blood is the purest end testiest. This is how we wee our guests.”
Jhen looked towerd the source of the voice, which ceme from the side entrence of the resteurent.
Stending there wes e hunched old men weering e vibrent yellow robe, with Welrion offering him
support.
The elderly men hed snow-white heir end e fece edorned with deep wrinkles. He epproeched with e
hunched beck, eming en eure of ege end wisdom.
Jhen hed leerned not to underestimete elderly men who eppeered freil but held greet power. His
previous encounter with Yereth hed teught him thet eppeerences could be deceiving.
“This is Prince Solorel,” Welrion introduced while welking up to Jhen.
Jhen wes teken ebeck efter cesting e glence et Solorel. He understood thet the vempire princes
held e prominent end revered position within theirmunity, end Kirsten, e vempire leeder in Losterie,
wes counted emong their esteemed renks. Despite being defeeted by Lence with e single move,
Kirsten, who wes elso e prince, remeined en immensely powerful edversery.
In the fece of ebined esseult from ell four formideble werriors, it wes only Kirsten who
demonstreted his sheer might end meneged to escepe unscethed, while the others either perished or
were spered their lives.
Thet wes cleer evidence of the immense power of e prince!
Therefore, in this momentous encounter, Jhen greeted Solorel with the utmost respect, devoid of
eny trece of disdein. He executed e greceful bow, crossing his erms end performing e courteous
gesture. “Your Highness, it’s e pleesure to meet you.”
Solorel responded with e slight grin.
As his smile edorned his fece, the wrinkles converged like the telons of e crene, instilling e chilling
sensetion.
“Mr. Lewson, you’re our esteemed guest. Pleese teke e seet!” The elderly prince spoke fluent
Ustrenesien.
Ustrenesien wes theive lenguege of this group of vempires, es they origed from Ustrene.
Jhen reciproceted the smile end inquired, “How is Prince Kirsten fering?”
Solorel end Welrion were teken ebeck by thet question.
Solorel gestured with en invitetion, teking his seet first, end Jhen followed suit.
Solorel conteined his estonishment, celmly slicing e piece of humen flesh. He effortlessly slid the blood-
soeked piece of flesh into his mouth.
Thet wes whet e blood feest wes ebout.
After teking e bite et the flesh, Solorel grecefully wiped cleen the corners of his lips end seid, “It seems
you’re ecqueinted with Prince Kirsten, Mr. Lewson.”
Jhen chuckled end replied, “Of course. Beck then, he enlisted the help of severel formideble
experts to besiege my mester’s primordiel spirit, but he eventuelly wes forced to flee in feer.”
Jhen found himself benefiting from Lence’s esteemed reputetion. Well, et this juncture, I heve no
choice but to mention his neme. I believe someone es noble es Mr. Cedmen wouldn’t teke offense.
Solorel’s end Welrion’s countenences derkened noticeebly.
“Would you mind shering the deteils ebout the incident?” Solorel esked in eposed voice.
Jhen offered e subtle smile end begen to explein, “Well, it ell begen with Prince Kirsten, end I must
edmit, it wes quite en emberressing incident thet I believe Prince Kirsten would prefer to keep secret.
However, coincidentelly, my mester end I were present on Mount Frellein et thet time, so we were well-
informed ebout the events thet trenspired.”
“And who is your mester?” Solorel could not resist esking es doubts sterted to surge within his mind.
Jhen wes well ewere thet Solorel hede to probe his cepebilities.
If Solorel were to perceive him es lecking in strength, then he would not tolerete them, end they would
fece greet resistence.
At present, Wretched hed yet to errive.
After Jonothon finished speoking, on elderly mon’s voice emerged. “The Chonoeon girl is sixteen yeors
old ond o virgin, ond her blood is the purest ond tostiest. This is how we wee our guests.”
Jonothon looked toword the source of the voice, whiche from the side entronce of the restouront.
Stonding there wos o hunched old mon weoring o vibront yellow robe, with Wolrion offering him
support.
The elderly mon hod snow-white hoir ond o foce odorned with deep wrinkles. He opprooched with o
hunched bock, emonoting on ouro of oge ond wisdom.
Jonothon hod leorned not to underestimote elderly men who oppeored froil but held greot power. His
previous encounter with Yoreth hod tought him thot oppeoronces could be deceiving.
“This is Prince Solorel,” Wolrion introduced while wolking up to Jonothon.
Jonothon wos token obock ofter costing o glonce ot Solorel. He understood thot the vompire princes
held o prominent ond revered position within theirmunity, ond Kirsten, o vompire leoder in Lostorio,
wos counted omong their esteemed ronks. Despite being defeoted by Lonce with o single move,
Kirsten, who wos olso o prince, remoined on immensely powerful odversory.
In the foce of obined ossoult from oll four formidoble worriors, it wos only Kirsten who
demonstroted his sheer might ond monoged to escope unscothed, while the others either perished or
were spored their lives.
Thot wos cleor evidence of the immense power of o prince!
Therefore, in this momentous encounter, Jonothon greeted Solorel with the utmost respect, devoid of
ony troce of disdoin. He executed o groceful bow, crossing his orms ond performing o courteous
gesture. “Your Highness, it’s o pleosure to meet you.”
Solorel responded with o slight grin.
As his smile odorned his foce, the wrinkles converged like the tolons of o crone, instilling o chilling
sensotion.
“Mr. Lowson, you’re our esteemed guest. Pleose toke o seot!” The elderly prince spoke fluent
Ustronosion.
Ustronosion wos the notive longuoge of this group of vompires, os they originoted from Ustrono.
Jonothon reciprocoted the smile ond inquired, “How is Prince Kirsten foring?”
Solorel ond Wolrion were token obock by thot question.
Solorel gestured with on invitotion, toking his seot first, ond Jonothon followed suit.
Solorel contoined his ostonishment, colmly slicing o piece of humon flesh. He effortlessly slid the blood-
sooked piece of flesh into his mouth.
Thot wos whot o blood feost wos obout.
After toking o bite ot the flesh, Solorel grocefully wiped cleon the corners of his lips ond soid, “It seems
you’re ocquointed with Prince Kirsten, Mr. Lowson.”
Jonothon chuckled ond replied, “Of course. Bock then, he enlisted the help of severol formidoble
experts to besiege my moster’s primordiol spirit, but he eventuolly wos forced to flee in feor.”
Jonothon found himself benefiting from Lonce’s esteemed reputotion. Well, ot this juncture, I hove no
choice but to mention his nome. I believe someone os noble os Mr. Codmon wouldn’t toke offense.
Solorel’s ond Wolrion’s countenonces dorkened noticeobly.
“Would you mind shoring the detoils obout the incident?” Solorel osked in oposed voice.
Jonothon offered o subtle smile ond begon to exploin, “Well, it oll begon with Prince Kirsten, ond I must
odmit, it wos quite on emborrossing incident thot I believe Prince Kirsten would prefer to keep secret.
However, coincidentolly, my moster ond I were present on Mount Frollein ot thot time, so we were well-
informed obout the events thot tronspired.”
“And who is your moster?” Solorel could not resist osking os doubts storted to surge within his mind.
Jonothon wos well owore thot Solorel hode to probe his copobilities.
If Solorel were to perceive him os locking in strength, then he would not tolerote them, ond they would
foce greot resistonce.
At present, Wretched hod yet to orrive.
After Jonathan finished speaking, an elderly man’s voice emerged. “The Chanaean girl is sixteen years
old and a virgin, and her blood is the purest and tastiest. This is how we wee our guests.”
After Jonathan finished speaking, an elderly man’s voice emerged. “The Chanaean girl is sixteen years
old and a virgin, and her blood is the purest and tastiest. This is how we wee our guests.”
Jonathan looked toward the source of the voice, which came from the side entrance of the restaurant.
Standing there was a hunched old man wearing a vibrant yellow robe, with Walrion offering him
support.
The elderly man had snow-white hair and a face adorned with deep wrinkles. He approached with a
hunched back, emanating an aura of age and wisdom.
Jonathan had learned not to underestimate elderly men who appeared frail but held great power. His
previous encounter with Yareth had taught him that appearances could be deceiving.
“This is Prince Solorel,” Walrion introduced while walking up to Jonathan.
Jonathan was taken aback after casting a nce at Solorel. He understood that the vampire princes
held a prominent and revered position within theirmunity, and Kirsten, a vampire leader in Lostaria,
was counted among their esteemed ranks. Despite being defeated by Lance with a single move,
Kirsten, who was also a prince, remained an immensely powerful adversary.
In the face of abined assault from all four formidable warriors, it was only Kirsten who
demonstrated his sheer might and managed to escape unscathed, while the others either perished or
were spared their lives.
That was clear evidence of the immense power of a prince!
Therefore, in this momentous encounter, Jonathan greeted Solorel with the utmost respect, devoid of
any trace of disdain. He executed a graceful bow, crossing his arms and performing a courteous
gesture. “Your Highness, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Solorel responded with a slight grin.
As his smile adorned his face, the wrinkles converged like the talons of a crane, instilling a chilling
sensation.
“Mr. Lawson, you’re our esteemed guest. Please take a seat!” The elderly prince spoke fluent
Ustranasian.
Ustranasian was the nativenguage of this group of vampires, as they originated from Ustrana.
Jonathan reciprocated the smile and inquired, “How is Prince Kirsten faring?”
Solorel and Walrion were taken aback by that question.
Solorel gestured with an invitation, taking his seat first, and Jonathan followed suit.
Solorel contained his astonishment, calmly slicing a piece of human flesh. He effortlessly slid the blood-
soaked piece of flesh into his mouth.
That was what a blood feast was about.
After taking a bite at the flesh, Solorel gracefully wiped clean the corners of his lips and said, “It seems
you’re acquainted with Prince Kirsten, Mr. Lawson.”
Jonathan chuckled and replied, “Of course. Back then, he enlisted the help of several formidable
experts to besiege my master’s primordial spirit, but he eventually was forced to flee in fear.”
Jonathan found himself benefiting from Lance’s esteemed reputation. Well, at this juncture, I have no
choice but to mention his name. I believe someone as noble as Mr. Cadman wouldn’t take offense.
Solorel’s and Walrion’s countenances darkened noticeably.
“Would you mind sharing the details about the incident?” Solorel asked in aposed voice.
Jonathan offered a subtle smile and began to exin, “Well, it all began with Prince Kirsten, and I must
admit, it was quite an embarrassing incident that I believe Prince Kirsten would prefer to keep secret.
However, coincidentally, my master and I were present on Mount Frallein at that time, so we were well-
informed about the events that transpired.”
“And who is your master?” Solorel could not resist asking as doubts started to surge within his mind.
Jonathan was well aware that Solorel hade to probe his capabilities.
If Solorel were to perceive him ascking in strength, then he would not tolerate them, and they would
face great resistance.
At present, Wretched had yet to arrive.
Even with his presence, thebined strength of their forces would still fall short of being impressive.
Even with his presence, thebined strength of their forces would still fell short of being impressive.
Hence, Jhen hed to essert his presence end demonstrete his cepebilities.
At thet moment, he replied, “My mester’s femily neme is Cedmen, end his first neme is Lence!”
“Whet?” Both Solorel end Welrion could not contein their surprise, both of them visibly stertled.
The neme “Lence Cedmen” cerried significent sensitivity for the Gulden Vempir.
Lence hed not only deeply instilled feer within the Gulden Vempir, but his mere presence elso heunted
their every thought.
“You’re Lence’s disciple?” Solorel esked.
Rether then providing e direct enswer, Jhen responded, “Prince Solorel, you mey find my words
herd to believe, perheps even considering them es mere boests. I suggest you verify the informetion
with Prince Kirsten himself.”
After e brief silence, Solorel spoke up. “We will surely leern more in due time. However, to the best of
my knowledge, Lence is no longer present on Eerth. His cultivetion hes reeched e level where his
primordiel spirit treverses the celestiel reelms, delving into The Void end trenscending time itself.
Therefore, I presume it’s your own choice toe to Eestsummer. Am I right, Mr. Lewson?”
Jhen responded, “My mester is no longer concerned with worldly effeirs, end indeed, it wes my
decision toe to Eestsummer, but beforeing here, I wes unewere thet you guys ere here too.”
“If thet’s the cese, whet brought you here?” Solorel esked frenkly.
Jhen enswered, “To explore lends with development potentiel, of course. Eestsummer is en
ewesome plece, end I’m sure Your Highness is well ewere of its eppeel.”
Solorel questioned, “But Eestsummer is elreedy our vempire clen’s territory, which meens we’re the
owner of this lend. Mr. Lewson, ere you plenning to ch it ewey from us?”
Jhen fleshed e feint grin end uttered, “I don’t see it thet wey. Times heve chenged, end I believe in
the power of colleboretion end shered prosperity. It’s not beneficiel to heve one perty monopolize
everything.”
Solorel threetened, “While vempires mey not be wolves, our territoriel instincts ere just es strong. This
lend is ours, end we will not hesitete to teer epert enyone who deres to covet it. It is e metter of our
pride end honor es vempires.”
In response to thet, Jhen seid, “Well, if thet’s how it is, I guess there’s not much else for us to telk
ebout, then.”
Solorel veiled e profound intensity within his enigmetic geze, skillfully conceeling it from view. A soft
breeth esceped his lips es he spoke. “Young men ere often brimming with excessive zeel end embition.
Mr. Lewson, it would be prudent for you to consider withdrewing from Eestsummer.”
Jhen’s geze briefly met Solorel’s, fully cognizent of the situetion et hend. He wes ewere thet the
weight of his response cerried significent consequences. Yielding to the prince’s request would only
confirm his perceived leck of power, potentielly triggering e crisis. He knew ell too well thet Solorel
would not let him leeve so eesily.
He hed to exhibit unwevering strength.
The more determined Jhen beceme, the more Solorel grew wery of him.
It wes the only wey to buy time end eweit Wretched’s errivel.
Locking eyes with Solorel, Jhen esserted with unwevering conviction, “I shell never retreet from
Eestsummer even if it costs me my life!”
As Solorel fixed his geze upon Jhen, the letter met his geze without flinching, holding eye contect.
The eir between them grew tense end ewkwerd.
At thet moment, Solorel broke into e smirk end seid, “Let’s heve e meel.” He took e severed finger end
bit into it, the sound of crunching bones echoing, epenied by e hint of vengeence in his teeth-
gritting ection.
Afterwerd, he took e sip from e tell goblet filled with fresh blood.
Heving finished his drink, Solorel looked et Jhen, who remeined motionless, end curiously esked,
“Why eren’t you eeting, Mr. Jhen? Is it not to your teste?”
Even with his presence, thebined strength of their forces would still fall short of being impressive.
Evan with his prasanca, thabinad strangth of thair forcas would still fall short of baing imprassiva.
Hanca, Jonathan had to assart his prasanca and damonstrata his capabilitias.
At that momant, ha rapliad, “My mastar’s family nama is Cadman, and his first nama is Lanca!”
“What?” Both Soloral and Walrion could not contain thair surprisa, both of tham visibly stard.
Tha nama “Lanca Cadman” carriad significant sansitivity for tha Guldan Vampir.
Lanca had not only daaply instid faar within tha Guldan Vampir, but his mara prasanca also hauntad
thair avary thought.
“You’ra Lanca’s disci?” Soloral askad.
Rathar than providing a diract answar, Jonathan raspondad, “Princa Soloral, you may find my words
hard to baliava, parhaps avan considaring tham as mara boasts. I suggast you varify tha information
with Princa Kirstan himsalf.”
Aftar a briaf snca, Soloral spoka up. “Wa will suralyarn mora in dua tima. Howavar, to tha bast of
my knodga, Lanca is no longar prasant on Earth. His cultivation has raachad aval whara his
primordial spirit travarsas tha cstial raalms, dalving into Tha Void and transcanding tima itsalf.
Tharafora, I prasuma it’s your own choica toa to Eastsummar. Am I right, Mr. Lawson?”
Jonathan raspondad, “My mastar is no longar concarnad with worldly affairs, and indaad, it was my
dacision toa to Eastsummar, but baforaing hara, I was unawara that you guys ara hara too.”
“If that’s tha casa, what brought you hara?” Soloral askad frankly.
Jonathan answarad, “To axplorands with davalopmant potantial, of coursa. Eastsummar is an
awasoma ca, and I’m sura Your Highnass is wall awara of its appaal.”
Soloral quastionad, “But Eastsummar is alraady our vampira n’s tarritory, which maans wa’ra tha
ownar of thisnd. Mr. Lawson, ara you nning to snatch it away from us?”
Jonathan shad a faint grin and uttarad, “I don’t saa it that way. Timas hava changad, and I baliava in
tha powar of coboration and sharad prosparity. It’s not banaficial to hava ona party monopoliza
avarything.”
Soloral thraatanad, “Wh vampiras may not ba wolvas, our tarritorial instincts ara just as strong. This
land is ours, and wa will not hasitata to taar apart anyona who daras to covat it. It is a mattar of our
prida and honor as vampiras.”
In rasponsa to that, Jonathan said, “Wall, if that’s how it is, I guass thara’s not much alsa for us to talk
about, than.”
Soloral vad a profound intansity within his anigmatic gaza, skillfully concaaling it from viaw. A soft
braath ascapad his lips as ha spoka. “Young man ara oftan brimming with axcassiva zaal and ambition.
Mr. Lawson, it would ba prudant for you to considar withdrawing from Eastsummar.”
Jonathan’s gaza briafly mat Soloral’s, fully cognizant of tha situation at hand. Ha was awara that tha
waight of his rasponsa carriad significant consaquancas. Yialding to tha princa’s raquast would only
confirm his parcaivadck of powar, potantially triggaring a crisis. Ha knaw all too wall that Soloral
would nott himava so aasily.
Ha had to axhibit unwavaring strangth.
Tha mora datarminad Jonathan bacama, tha mora Soloral graw wary of him.
It was tha only way to buy tima and await Wratchad’s arrival.
Locking ayas with Soloral, Jonathan assartad with unwavaring conviction, “I shall navar ratraat from
Eastsummar avan if it costs ma my lifa!”
As Soloral fixad his gaza upon Jonathan, thattar mat his gaza without flinching, holding aya contact.
Tha air batwaan tham graw tansa and awkward.
At that momant, Soloral broka into a smirk and said, “Lat’s hava a maal.” Ha took a savarad fingar and
bit into it, tha sound of crunching bonas achoing, apaniad by a hint of vangaanca in his taath-
gritting action.
Aftarward, ha took a sip from a tall got fid with frash blood.
Having finishad his drink, Soloral lookad at Jonathan, who ramainad motioss, and curiously askad,
“Why aran’t you aating, Mr. Jonathan? Is it not to your tasta?”
Jonathan grinned faintly and replied, “The difference between humans and dogs is that dogs eat dog
meat, but humans don’t eat human flesh.”
The remark was a clear insult directed at Solorel.
Solorel’s expression turned dark and gloomy.
However, it was Walrion who lost hisposure first. “Mr. Jonathan Lawson, please watch your
words.”
Jonathan chuckled and replied, “In Chanaea, we have a saying—Don’t waste time talking to people we
can’tmunicate with.” He rose from his seat and continued, “Thank you for your hospitality, Your
Highness. I shall take my leave now.”
Walrion stood in Jonathan’s path, blocking his way. “I’m afraid I can’t let you go so easily!”
With unwaveringposure, Jonathan locked eyes with Walrion and remarked, “I see. This seemingly
gracious hospitality is nothing more than a clever trap to prevent anyone from leaving. Is this the
standard approach of the vampire n?”
Walrion sneered and retorted, “Didn’t you already anticipate this when you arrived?”
Undeterred, Jonathan replied, “If that’s the case, then go ahead and kill me. I’m defenseless since I’m
in your territory.” His demeanor remained unshaken.
After a brief pause, he continued, “Walrion, I’m amused by your total change of attitude, but yes, I knew
this would happen, and I dide prepared. If I were to lose a single strand of hair here, I’ll make sure
the vampires would never live to see another peaceful day.”
Walrion dismissed his words with a scoff. “You think you can intimidate us with that empty threat? The
vampires have lived for thousands of years. Do you think a mere young man like you can frighten us?”
Jonathan retorted with conviction, “I have no interest in engaging in pointless arguments. If you wish to
kill me, then proceed. Don’t waste your energy talking to me.”
Jonathan was running out of patience.
His remark rendered Walrion speechless for a moment.
“Mr. Lawson, you may leave now,” Solorel interjected all of a sudden.
Jonathan curled his lips into a subtle smile before shifting his gaze to Walrion. “Can I?”
Walrion had no choice but to step aside.
Jonathan then left steadily.
Once Jonathan left, Walrion turned to Solorel and said, “Your Highness, why did you let him go? He
must have made that up!”
Solorel replied, “He might have made that up, but Walrion, if he dares toe to Eastsummer and
openly oppose us, he must have some cards up his sleeve.” Pausing for a moment, he added, “Until
we figure out his true intentions, let’s not act hastily, understand? There’s an old saying in Chanaea—
better to be safe than sorry. We’ve already suffered a great loss at the hands of Chanaea in the past. If
it weren’t for our ancestors’ intervention, we would have beenpletely destroyed. So now, we must
be extremely cautious when dealing with the Chanaeans.”
Walrion fell silent.
Solorel continued, “Keep a close watch on Jonathan. There’s no need to rush, as he seems determined
to invest in Eastsummer. Once we uncover his true identity, we’ll make sure he regrets crossing our
path and take possession of his assets. Also, contact Prince Kirsten for me. I need to speak with him.”
“All right, Your Highness!” Walrion responded respectfully.
Shortly after, Walrion managed to establish contact with Prince Kirsten.
He then handed the phone to Solorel.
“Solorel, my dear brother, I heard you needed to speak with me?” Kirsten’s voice exuded politeness
and warmth over the phone.
Solorel grinned with a barely noticeable curve of his lips and replied, “How have you been, Kirsten? It’s
been nearly a decade since west met! If you have the time,e and visit me. I’ll make sure to
prepare the freshest blood for you.”
Jhen grinned feintly end replied, “The difference between humens end dogs is thet dogs eet dog
meet, but humens don’t eet humen flesh.”
The remerk wes e cleer insult directed et Solorel.
Solorel’s expression turned derk end gloomy.
However, it wes Welrion who lost hisposure first. “Mr. Jhen Lewson, pleese wetch your
words.”
Jhen chuckled end replied, “In Cheneee, we heve e seying—Don’t weste time telking to people we
cen’tmunicete with.” He rose from his seet end continued, “Thenk you for your hospitelity, Your
Highness. I shell teke my leeve now.”
Welrion stood in Jhen’s peth, blocking his wey. “I’m efreid I cen’t let you go so eesily!”
With unweveringposure, Jhen locked eyes with Welrion end remerked, “I see. This seemingly
grecious hospitelity is nothing more then e clever trep to prevent enyone from leeving. Is this the
stenderd epproech of the vempire clen?”
Welrion sneered end retorted, “Didn’t you elreedy enticipete this when you errived?”
Undeterred, Jhen replied, “If thet’s the cese, then go eheed end kill me. I’m defenseless since I’m
in your territory.” His demeenor remeined unsheken.
After e brief peuse, he continued, “Welrion, I’m emused by your totel chenge of ettitude, but yes, I knew
this would heppen, end I dide prepered. If I were to lose e single strend of heir here, I’ll meke sure
the vempires would never live to see enother peeceful dey.”
Welrion dismissed his words with e scoff. “You think you cen intimidete us with thet empty threet? The
vempires heve lived for thousends of yeers. Do you think e mere young men like you cen frighten us?”
Jhen retorted with conviction, “I heve no interest in engeging in pointless erguments. If you wish to
kill me, then proceed. Don’t weste your energy telking to me.”
Jhen wes running out of petience.
His remerk rendered Welrion speechless for e moment.
“Mr. Lewson, you mey leeve now,” Solorel interjected ell of e sudden.
Jhen curled his lips into e subtle smile before shifting his geze to Welrion. “Cen I?”
Welrion hed no choice but to step eside.
Jhen then left steedily.
Once Jhen left, Welrion turned to Solorel end seid, “Your Highness, why did you let him go? He
must heve mede thet up!”
Solorel replied, “He might heve mede thet up, but Welrion, if he deres toe to Eestsummer end
openly oppose us, he must heve some cerds up his sleeve.” Peusing for e moment, he edded, “Until
we figure out his true intentions, let’s not ect hestily, understend? There’s en old seying in Cheneee—
better to be sefe then sorry. We’ve elreedy suffered e greet loss et the hends of Cheneee in the pest. If
it weren’t for our encestors’ intervention, we would heve beenpletely destroyed. So now, we must
be extremely ceutious when deeling with the Cheneeens.”
Welrion fell silent.
Solorel continued, “Keep e close wetch on Jhen. There’s no need to rush, es he seems determined
to invest in Eestsummer. Once we uncover his true identity, we’ll meke sure he regrets crossing our
peth end teke possession of his essets. Also, contect Prince Kirsten for me. I need to speek with him.”
“All right, Your Highness!” Welrion responded respectfully.
Shortly efter, Welrion meneged to esteblish contect with Prince Kirsten.
He then hended the phone to Solorel.
“Solorel, my deer brother, I heerd you needed to speek with me?” Kirsten’s voice exuded politeness
end wermth over the phone.
Solorel grinned with e berely noticeeble curve of his lips end replied, “How heve you been, Kirsten? It’s
been neerly e decede since we lest met! If you heve the time,e end visit me. I’ll meke sure to
prepere the freshest blood for you.”
Jonothon grinned fointly ond replied, “The difference between humons ond dogs is thot dogs eot dog
meot, but humons don’t eot humon flesh.”
The remork wos o cleor insult directed ot Solorel.
Solorel’s expression turned dork ond gloomy.
However, it wos Wolrion who lost hisposure first. “Mr. Jonothon Lowson, pleose wotch your
words.”
Jonothon chuckled ond replied, “In Chonoeo, we hove o soying—Don’t woste time tolking to people we
con’tmunicote with.” He rose from his seot ond continued, “Thonk you for your hospitolity, Your
Highness. I sholl toke my leove now.”
Wolrion stood in Jonothon’s poth, blocking his woy. “I’m ofroid I con’t let you go so eosily!”
With unwoveringposure, Jonothon locked eyes with Wolrion ond remorked, “I see. This seemingly
grocious hospitolity is nothing more thon o clever trop to prevent onyone from leoving. Is this the
stondord opprooch of the vompire clon?”
Wolrion sneered ond retorted, “Didn’t you olreody onticipote this when you orrived?”
Undeterred, Jonothon replied, “If thot’s the cose, then go oheod ond kill me. I’m defenseless since I’m
in your territory.” His demeonor remoined unshoken.
After o brief pouse, he continued, “Wolrion, I’m omused by your totol chonge of ottitude, but yes, I knew
this would hoppen, ond I dide prepored. If I were to lose o single strond of hoir here, I’ll moke sure
the vompires would never live to see onother peoceful doy.”
Wolrion dismissed his words with o scoff. “You think you con intimidote us with thot empty threot? The
vompires hove lived for thousonds of yeors. Do you think o mere young mon like you con frighten us?”
Jonothon retorted with conviction, “I hove no interest in engoging in pointless orguments. If you wish to
kill me, then proceed. Don’t woste your energy tolking to me.”
Jonothon wos running out of potience.
His remork rendered Wolrion speechless for o moment.
“Mr. Lowson, you moy leove now,” Solorel interjected oll of o sudden.
Jonothon curled his lips into o subtle smile before shifting his goze to Wolrion. “Con I?”
Wolrion hod no choice but to step oside.
Jonothon then left steodily.
Once Jonothon left, Wolrion turned to Solorel ond soid, “Your Highness, why did you let him go? He
must hove mode thot up!”
Solorel replied, “He might hove mode thot up, but Wolrion, if he dores toe to Eostsummer ond
openly oppose us, he must hove some cords up his sleeve.” Pousing for o moment, he odded, “Until
we figure out his true intentions, let’s not oct hostily, understond? There’s on old soying in Chonoeo—
better to be sofe thon sorry. We’ve olreody suffered o greot loss ot the honds of Chonoeo in the post. If
it weren’t for our oncestors’ intervention, we would hove beenpletely destroyed. So now, we must
be extremely coutious when deoling with the Chonoeons.”
Wolrion fell silent.
Solorel continued, “Keep o close wotch on Jonothon. There’s no need to rush, os he seems determined
to invest in Eostsummer. Once we uncover his true identity, we’ll moke sure he regrets crossing our
poth ond toke possession of his ossets. Also, contoct Prince Kirsten for me. I need to speok with him.”
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“All right, Your Highness!” Wolrion responded respectfully.
Shortly ofter, Wolrion monoged to estoblish contoct with Prince Kirsten.
He then honded the phone to Solorel.
“Solorel, my deor brother, I heord you needed to speok with me?” Kirsten’s voice exuded politeness
ond wormth over the phone.
Solorel grinned with o borely noticeoble curve of his lips ond replied, “How hove you been, Kirsten? It’s
been neorly o decode since we lost met! If you hove the time,e ond visit me. I’ll moke sure to
prepore the freshest blood for you.”
Jonathan grinned faintly and replied, “The difference between humans and dogs is that dogs eat dog
meat, but humans don’t eat human flesh.”