A strange world

Chapter 734 Chapter 131. Half of it messed up

Annan and the scavenger walked to the front of the castle. Under the deep rain, there were faint figures walking in the banquet hall on the upstairs terrace, and there was a lively noise.

Gatherings are a way for all intelligent beings to communicate and exchange benefits, just like elves have dances, dwarves hold meetings, orcs gather together to barbecue, and vampires are no exception, even similar to humans.

It's hard to say whether this tradition originated with humans or vampires.

"Here comes what you are best at." The centurion pointed to the balcony and said, "Charm, seduce and so on..."

"This is prejudice." Annan refused to admit it.

The centurion suggested that they should split up. She looks for opportunities to cause some havoc, while Annan moves freely.

Annan felt that she thought he was in the way and did not refuse.

Throwing the umbrella back to Annan, the centurion walked into the rain curtain.

Her figure kept changing as she walked, getting shorter and shorter, her hair extended like waves and grew out of her skirt, her eyes were dark red similar to those of a vampire, and she walked into the castle like a maid.

The quaint corridor covered with red carpet led to the depths of the castle. The centurion looked around, looking for the stairs leading to the upper level... The centurion suddenly stepped back and stared at the portrait hanging on the wall.

It was a portrait of a beautiful blonde woman and a handsome red-haired man. The woman should be Prince Lydia, and the man next to her... is Miss Oralda?

The centurion felt that the oil painting was a bit awkward. After thinking about it, she took out the drawing board, paints, and brushes from her arms one after another, and went to the painting to paint...

When a servant passed by, she pretended to clean. Soon, the centurion finished graffiti - replacing the man's head with Annan's.

"It's much more pleasing to the eye this time..."

The centurion was about to throw away these things when he suddenly thought of what if there were oil paintings ahead...

…

The Centurion was right about one thing.

Annan is indeed good at banquets, provided that Williams is not present.

He followed into the castle, observed the wet footprints on the ground, and walked in the opposite direction of the centurion.

The red-carpeted corridor was quiet, not many figures were seen, and occasionally servants passed by.

His eyes swept over the displays on the wall. These antiques were worth a lot of money... Annan suppressed the thought of stealing. He had to be careful, there was a high probability of a legend in this castle, and there was more than one...

Da da da--

At the corner ahead, clear footsteps suddenly sounded. Annan stopped. There was nowhere to hide around, only a closed door.

Annan tried to get closer and push the door open. Thank God, the door was unlocked and there was no one in the bedroom layout.

He closed the door, waited for the footsteps outside the door to pass by, and turned his head to observe the bedroom.

It’s strange that there is a bedroom near the back entrance of the castle cemetery, and it’s even stranger that this bedroom isn’t a guest room...

There was an oil painting hanging on the wall of the bedroom, which showed a beautiful blond woman sitting sideways. Annan looked at it for a while, and his eyes fell on the dressing table and wardrobe.

Opening the wardrobe, a dazzling array of clothes came into view, almost all of which were men's clothes.

Annan suddenly remembered the centurion's words...

A few minutes later, Annan changed into the aristocratic clothes in the wardrobe.

The clothes in the wardrobe fit surprisingly well, as if they were cut just for Annan. He was wearing a luxurious robe with a deep color, like a delicate oil painting.

The black gemstone earring worn on his left ear and his black broken hair exude a mysterious and charming color.

Annan had been wearing the mage's robe for three years, and he was still a little uncomfortable taking it off suddenly... Annan suddenly raised his head and looked at the portrait in confusion.

Why did you suddenly feel like you were being watched just now?

After suppressing his doubts, Annan restored the wardrobe to its original state, walked out of the room, and took the initiative to walk towards the servant.

"Hello, how can I get to the banquet?" Annan asked with a gentle smile.

The way he was dressed at the moment, no one believed him even if he was not a guest. The servant walked in front with a red face to lead the way.

"Is Williams at the banquet?" Annan asked casually.

"The Prince is in the Council Chamber with his guests. Do you want to see him?"

"No, I'll go to the banquet first."

Annan thought about how to tell the centurion the news, but maybe she already knew?

As we walked up the steps and around the corner, the looming noise came from the banquet hall in front.

As Annan walked into the banquet hall, the surrounding guests suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Vampires are similar to elves... they appreciate beautiful things, and the guests also feel a fatal attraction from Annan - of course, Annan is human, and he walks around the banquet like a roast chicken walking through the streets of the slums superior……

Being outstanding turned out to be Annan's shortcoming, and he began to be noticed by the vampires around him.

"Boy, you smell so good..." A tall lady with bright red lips approached Annan, lowered her head and took a deep sniff.

…

The centurion squatted outside the council chamber for a long time and never saw Williams, the owner of the castle.

Other family members in the council hall casually talked about the war in the south. Some wanted to negotiate with the ratmen, and some demanded that the ratmen be driven out.

Not long after, the centurion heard footsteps coming from outside the council chamber.

After returning from the abandoned garden, the blond Williams went straight to the council chamber, but was stopped by the steward in front of the council chamber.

"Master..."

The butler was holding the oil painting, but the centurion was too far away to hear the conversation clearly. He could only hear Williams' angry growl: "This bastard...find him! I'm going to drain his blood!"

Realizing that something was wrong, the centurion slipped away quietly. Before everyone else, she arrived at the banquet and found Annan who was surrounded by female vampires.

"My bedroom still needs a male master, are you interested?"

"My sisters and I need a husband..."

"Boy, let me taste you..."

Annan gradually found it difficult to resist. He was worried that someone might bite him suddenly...

"I knew you were here!"

Familiar shouts suddenly squeezed in from outside.

"Centurion?"

"Let's go!" She pulled Annan out.

"Sorry, Williams is looking for me." Annan breathed a sigh of relief and said to the dissatisfied women who looked back apologetically. He lowered his voice and asked, "Have you been discovered?"

"You were discovered."

"Varied……"

Annan's words were blocked by the oil paintings on the wall as he walked out of the banquet hall.

"What the hell is this..."

The person sitting next to the noble blonde woman in the oil painting is actually me...even the clothes he is wearing are the ones he is wearing at this time.

"I want you to play Miss Oralda..."

The Centurion had no idea that Williams had met Annan.

Annan raised his head, the vampire castle was waking up.

"You messed up."

"Did it smash? Why do I think it's just right?"

The attention of the three major families in the castle was drawn away by Annan, and no one wanted to negotiate with the Rat Man anymore.

At most there is a trivial hidden danger——

They might, might, probably want to kill Annan.