<h4>Chapter 87: Vampire Code of Conduct</h4>


    After a while of cheerfully guiding his cheap daughter on the flexible use of magic, and amidst Serina''s angry nces, Drac walked toward the werewolf Fenrir Greyback, who was hanging from amp post.


    "Mr. Greyback, could you tell me who sent these undead to you?" Drac asked with a lightugh.


    Whether it was due to being upside down or still in transformation, Fenrir''s eyes were bloodshot, staring nkly at the mes burning below the city walls.


    "It''s impossible... how could there be a vampire like you..." he mumbled, "even the Dark Lord couldn''t be stronger than this..."


    "Dark Lord?" Drac furrowed his brows, catching the key point in his words. "So these undead were created by Voldemort?"


    Drac then shook his head. "No, I just obliterated his soul source a few months ago, so he should be wandering like a restless spirit by now..."


    "What did you say? You defeated the Dark Lord?!" Fenrir''s eyes widened suddenly.


    "What''s so strange about that?" Drac looked at him with confusion. "Just that tasteless little fellow without a body, did you all find him difficult to deal with?"


    Fenrir opened his mouth and suddenly made a very unattractive smile with his ugly wolf face.


    "Lord Vampire, as long as you lead us dark forces to dominate the magical world, I am willing to pledge allegiance to you!" he said tteringly. "We werewolves and vampires are both from the dark camp and naturally not on opposing sides. There''s no need for us to fight each other, don''t you think?"


    "You''ve changed your attitude quite quickly." Looking at the unprincipled werewolf, Drac shrugged and casually took out a blood-vored lollipop from his pocket. "But why should I dominate the magical world? Even ruling a castle seems troublesome to me, wouldn''t ruling the magical world be exhausting?"


    Just as he was about to put the lollipop in his mouth, Serina snatched it away and popped it into her own mouth.


    "You find ruling a castle troublesome, you''ve been exposed!" she said indignantly while licking the lollipop. "You just want to be a hands-off manager!"


    Drac shrugged helplessly and took out another lollipop to put in his mouth.


    "Forget it, talking to you is a bit troublesome. I''ll take a look myself." He opened his eyes, and light flowed through his pupils.


    Fenrir''s chaotic memories floated before Drac''s eyes.


    Drac saw that in a cave crowded with many werewolves, a wizard with twisted features and red eyes led a group of undead inside... It was Voldemort, who didn''t seem to be any weaker and even had aplete body.


    "Something''s not right." Drac frowned slightly.


    He examined Voldemort''s body in Fenrir''s memory more closely.


    Drac noticed that although his flesh looked very realistic, it had a certain detachment from the surrounding air, as if it was... conjured by magic.


    Using a skeleton as a frame to build an entire body?


    "Interesting." Drac''s mouth curled into a smile.


    He casually cast a stun spell on Fenrir, knocking him out, and then turned to Serina.


    "Lock this dog up. As Voldemort''s subordinate, he might be usefulter."


    "Did you have a conflict with the Dark Lord over in Britain?" Serina crushed the lollipop and tossed the stick over the city wall. "He tried to recruit our dark forces more than a decade ago, and our werewolf neighbors agreed readily. That''s one of the reasons they had a falling out with us earlier."


    Seeing Serina''s action of throwing the lollipop stick, Drac felt it was somewhat familiar and instinctively reached out.


    "io."


    After taking the leftover lollipop stick from Serina, Drac conjured a me and burned it to ashes.


    "Are you turning into an environmentalist?" Serina looked at him, puzzled. "And wasn''t this something the Muggle world started advocating twenty years ago? You were supposedly still asleep back then..."


    "Cough... It''s not to that extent." Drac coughed awkwardly. "I just suddenly worried— I was thinking, wouldn''t there be a lively olddy popping up here, rushing to the city wall to lecture you on employee quality?"


    Serina looked at him with a "you''re an idiot" expression.


    "Forget it, I guess I have some reflexes. I''ll just change the subject." Drac, feeling a bit embarrassed, changed the topic. "Is there a high-ranking vampire named Te here?"


    "There is indeed a Te." Serina nodded slightly. "But he became a vampire about fifty years ago, and arrived at Drac''s castle in thetter half of the 20th century. You were still asleep at that time, so he probably isn''t the Te you''re referring to."


    "It should be him." Drac said. "Where is he now?"


    "Over there, among those high-ranking vampires who are teaming up to hunt dogs, the one in formal attire." Serina pointed her chin toward the distance on the city wall. "I don''t understand, how do you know him?"


    "It''s not that I know him, but a wizard does, or rather... used to." Drac smiled meaningfully. "Let theme back. If we force those werewolves into a frenzy, we might end up with casualties on our side too."


    Serina nodded in agreement.


    She transformed a bat in her palm, ignited it with her innate me, and controlled it to fly into the sky.


    Momentster, a brilliant white firework burst in the night sky, forming the shape of a pair of devil''s wings.


    "Wow, you learn quickly!" Drac praised in surprise as he watched Serina''s actions.


    After the brief teaching just now, Serina seemed to have understood the flexible use of magic and applied it in practice.


    "Of course." Serina proudly lifted her chin, her eyes sparkling with stars. "I must learn the spell you use to ignite the undead. It''s so beautiful!"


    Drac smiled gently and leanedfortably against the serrated city wall.


    He looked at the stars in the night sky and the flickering mes on the battlefield, waiting for the vampire named Te to arrive.


    Several pairs of wings swept through the night sky as nine high-ranking vampires appeared on the battlements, all kneeling on one knee in front of Drac and Serina.


    "Greetings, Lord Drac!"


    "Greetings, Lord Alucard!"


    Their voices trembled with excitement. They hadn''t seen Drac for over a hundred years.


    "You all did well tonight. Go and rest well." Drac offered some perfunctoryfort while directing his gaze to the only unfamiliar face among them. "Are you new here?"


    The vampire in formal attire froze for a moment, then looked up at Drac.


    His featurescked the vampire''s usual malevolence and instead had a refined appearance. His hair was neatly styled into a quiff, seemingly with hair gel, and he had a neatly trimmed goatee above his mouth.


    "Yes, Count." He took a quick nce at Drac before lowering his head again, nervously saying, "I became a proud vampire forty-eight years ago and learned of Drac''s castle forty-five years ago. I came to pledge allegiance to Lord Alucard."


    Drac waved his hand to dismiss the other vampires.


    "Leave first, I want to have a word with the new member." He said.


    The other high-ranking vampires all left the outer city walls after a solemn bow, spreading their wings and disappearing into the night.


    Now only Drac, Serina, and Te remained on the city wall.


    Drac lowered his head and carefully examined the nervous Te.


    His mind currently only had Lockhart''s memories. As for the vampire friend of Robert, he relied on Lockhart''s memories of his conversations with Robert, so he couldn''t be sure if this image-conscious neer was the person he was looking for.


    "Get up, we''re just chatting." Drac smiled softly and said, "Since bing a vampire, have you made any friends?"


    Te stood up, his hands nervously gripping the edge of his formal attire, eyes downcast, still too scared to meet the legendary Drac''s gaze.


    "Every vampire lord in the castle is my friend!" He said cautiously.


    "I didn''t mean those useless words." Drac turned casually, leaning on the crion with his elbow, and asked nonchntly, "I mean, have you made friends from other races besides vampires?"


    Te looked visibly stunned.


    After a moment, he spoke, "Lord Drac, sinceing to the castle, I''ve rarely gone out. How would I have had the chance to make other friends?"


    Drac furrowed his brow slightly.


    Could it be that he is indeed not Robert''s friend? If there really is another vampire named Te, it would be quite a coincidence.


    So he looked at Te in front of him and asked again, "So, you don''t know someone named Robert, a former Auro?"


    Te''s pupils suddenly constricted, and then he knelt on the ground abruptly.


    "Lord Drac, I have not vited the rules of vampire and human interaction set by Drac''s castle, nor have I disclosed any secrets of the castle to Robert." He knelt on one knee, head bowed, and said loudly, "If there''s any punishment, let it be on me, don''t involve innocent people!"


    "..."


    Drac fell into contemtion.


    It is now clear that Te is indeed the vampire friend of Robert he was looking for, but Te''s extreme reaction puzzled him.


    When did Drac''s castle have such vampire regtions?


    He looked at Serina with a questioning expression.


    Seeing Drac''s puzzled look, Serina proudly lifted her chin.


    "Noting back to see the changes in Drac''s castle for a hundred years, now you''re confused,