It turns out that the duke is not human

Chapter 299 Chapter 299

The Marquis, who had soft light brown hair and a pair of green eyes, appeared to be in a state of embarrassment at this moment. The clothes on his body had become rags hanging on his body, and he couldn't tell his original appearance at all.

The teeth of the low-level vampires are not generally sharp. Although they cannot bite through the protective shield, they can bite through hard steel.

At this time, a faint blue halo appeared on the marquis, forming an oval around him, separating the low-level blood races flying in the air around him.

His eyes were cold, but he couldn't hide the raging anger in them.

"What? Are you unwilling?" 'Andre' chuckled lightly.

The sloppy attitude made the ragged Marquis who was standing in the air even more angry, wishing to pounce on him and beat him up.

But as a marquis-level vampire, he wouldn't be so reckless.

Just now, he clearly felt the change in the earl in front of him.

Changes in an instant.

He has confirmed before that although the earl in front of him is stronger than ordinary earls, it is definitely not the strength he is showing now.

What just happened?
He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the fear coming from deep in his body.

Yes, it is fear.

It was a kind of fear that would only arise in the face of a vampire whose blood was much higher than his own, and he hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

Although the body in front of him belonged to Count Sacketti, he could sense that it was no longer Count Sacketti inside.

Countless thoughts were flipping quickly in his mind. The brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis didn't think for too long, and his body made a decision before his brain.

He lowered his head and bowed slightly, clenched his right fist and raised it to his chest in a respectful gesture.

This is the body's instinctive reaction to a bloodline higher than his.

The brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis said: "My lord, I am just an executor. This is an order from the elders, and I have to obey it."

The implication was that he was powerless to resist the orders issued by the elders.

Among the members of the Presbyterian Church, there is a prince-level blood family, which is not something he, a Marquis, can fight against.

"The Council of Elders?" 'Andre' sneered, "Why don't you just say it's Stark?"

The brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis was suddenly dripping with cold sweat. He felt that the other party's coercion had increased a lot, and it was pressing on him, making him almost unable to breathe.

Stark...?
The blood clan who can directly call Prince Stark without stacking the honorific title can only be done by the prince-level blood clan.

Blood clans below the prince level would not dare to do this...

Unable to concentrate, just when the brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis felt that he was going to be swallowed by the opponent's coercion, 'Andre' stopped.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, the brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis bent over and coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

'Andre' looked away from him, and he turned his head to look to the left, which was the direction of the infirmary.

Three huge werewolves were chasing two black figures riding hoverboards towards this side. Although there was still a distance of more than one kilometer, 'Andre' could see it clearly.

Mutated werewolf?

His eyes stayed on a black figure riding a hoverboard for a few seconds, to be precise, on the opponent's hoverboard, 'Andre' suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

What a worrying little girl.

"Go and get rid of those three werewolves, and I'll leave you a way out." 'Andre' didn't turn his head back.

Without waiting for the brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis to respond, he had already flown to the audience.With both feet on the ground, he raised his right hand and knocked on the closed metal door.

The outside of the auditorium was not protected by a protective cover, but the folding door was protected by the protective cover that Paul carried with him, otherwise Sheng Bing would not have allowed Paul to stay here.

The brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis looked down at the suspected prince standing in front of the iron gate, and found that the low-level blood around him had stopped attacking him.

But they still gathered around him, as if they would attack him at any time.

During the few minutes he hesitated, the three werewolves had been led to the practice field, and the two men on the hoverboard suddenly disappeared.

Stealth?

The brown-haired and blue-eyed Marquis narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at the three werewolves who had obviously taken special potions standing on the training ground and looking around, obviously looking for the two who led them here.

Looking at the low-level bats around him, he gritted his teeth and opened his hands, then waved them forward in the air.

Immediately, all the low-level vampires flying in the air flew towards the three werewolves as if they had been ordered.

The ear-piercing cry pierced the sky, and the three werewolves roared loudly at the sky when they saw the swarm of bats rushing towards them.

"Ow—"

This is a duel between werewolves and vampires, a bloody and wild duel.

The practice field was full of dust, and the brown-haired Marquis and the three werewolves kept making deafening attacks among a group of low-level blood races.

The overwhelming sound caused the entire practice field to shake violently.

'Andre' standing in front of the iron gate of the auditorium seemed to be out of tune with everything behind him. He stood in front of the iron gate and repeatedly knocked on the iron gate several times.

Only when the person inside opened the iron door, revealing a messy head, did he let go.

"Count Sacketti?" Paul asked the person in front of him suspiciously.

Rumbling--

The loud noise on the practice field accompanied by the shaking of the ground made Paul startled, and he shrank back behind the iron gate.

'Andre' didn't pay much attention, he pushed open the iron door and walked in, shutting the noise outside.

"Well, what's going on outside?" Paul asked doubtfully, pointing to the outside.

Although the door was closed, the loud noise on the practice field and the constantly shaking ground made Paul uneasy.

It won't collapse here, will it?
Should he hide elsewhere?

'Andre' shrugged, and said in a casual tone: "It's just for them to practice their hands, and it will end soon."

That is not bad.

Paul patted his chest in relief, but he immediately realized something was wrong.

Although he couldn't connect to the monitoring of the practice field, he secretly threw a mini camera through the crack of the door.He clearly saw Count Saketti struggling to deal with it, but now he is standing here intact.

How is this going?

Always abiding by the rule of asking if you don’t understand, Paul spoke out what was in his heart.

'Andre' laughed, he shook his head lightly, stretched out his left hand and patted Paul's shoulder and said, "No wonder Sheng Bing thinks you're still a child."

What is this with what?
Paul looked blankly at Count Sacchetti in front of him. It was Count Sacchetti, but why did he feel that the person in front of him was more like Duke Orsini?

"What task did your master assign you?" 'Andre' glanced at the light curtain in front of Paul, and asked in a casual tone.

　Andre: I mean, I dare to call Stark directly (just in front of Simon)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)