I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

The music of the ball stopped abruptly, and the dance invitations naturally dissolved with the fading melody.

A gentleman in a black tuxedo walked up to Van Helsing.

Our heartthrob, our Prince Charming, our century-old legend, the brightest star of our ball—Don Giovanni.

Don Giovanni stood with a sense of boundary three inches from the edge of the lava pool, not wanting to get any dirty things mixed with flesh and blood on the soles of his shoes, even though the lava was almost cool.

"Hello, I am Don Giovanni. It is an honor to see your performance." The gentleman's eyes sparkled with stars, containing countless possibilities.

"I know you, superstar." Van Helsing wasn't about to kill everyone he met, and shook Don Giovanni's hand with his remaining good arm.

Firm, powerful.

"No, you don't." Don Giovanni shook his head, "To know a person, you must use your own eyes and body, not just your ears. Am I right?"

Yes, you are right, but I don't have eyes.

Li Yue rotated the mutated eye in Van Helsing's eye socket, nodded, and didn't like roundabout communication methods.

"Hey, you said that name sounds familiar…" The merchant also tried to smooth things over.

Zeng Wei also determined that the cannon just now had created a lot of debt, stared at the merchant, and had murderous intentions.

"Of course not, just a few flies. You are the little star of the ball~" Harrods cupped Van Helsing's face and hugged him tightly.

"You think… after the last dance ended, you haven't had a chance to eliminate each other's prejudices, right?" Seeing that Zeng Wei, Hannibal, Van Helsing, and Li Yue were difficult to communicate with, Van Helsing could only sing a duet with Harrods.

But the merchant didn't seem to have the intention of renegotiating, his eyes wandering between Van Helsing and Zeng Wei.

The growth of the self-healing bone takes time, and Zeng Wei's hand can only be soft for a while.

"Lord Zeng Wei… are you the demon hunter who once used the magic mirror in the Colosseum with a Kingston?" Van Helsing opened his collar, "During this time… the buzzing of flies has been very annoying…"

Hannibal took the lead in expressing his position.

Van Helsing took a heavy sip of wine and didn't speak.

The seven warriors introduced themselves to Van Helsing one by one. The nobles, warriors, and merchants sitting next to them also listened patiently, rolling their eyes, looking for an appropriate time to enter.

The noble nodded without speaking and drank.

O'Keeffe's shadow dispersed, and in that instant, he felt that he, Van Helsing, and Zeng Wei had become someone's prey.

With a private ball invitation, you can open a new room. O'Keeffe observed the nobles and showed an unwilling look on his face. Compared with Van Helsing's joy and expectation, he wondered about the possibility of meeting Zeng Wei at that ball.

At this moment, in order to talk big with Hannibal, Van Helsing, and Li Yue, O'Keeffe's shadow only wrapped the seven of his own…

"That's right." Zeng Wei nodded, "This is a very good ball, worthy of repeated aftertastes and sharing with others…"

"Noble, you look down on the habits of warriors. You should change it." Van Helsing raised his glass to the noble.

"My dear Mr. Harrods, you wouldn't blame me for leaking the secrets of the guests, would you?" Zeng Wei brushed the stray hair from his forehead.

"No need, we also have a doctor." Van Helsing sat next to Zeng Wei, bumped Zeng Wei's shoulder, and Egg suddenly remembered to treat Tang Ji, and quickly sewed up the blown-up arm with binding thread.

"What's wrong?" Zeng Wei really didn't understand what Zeng Wei was trying to do by unbuttoning his collar at this time.

"It's really impossible to get along with those hotheads." The warrior seemed a little unbearable of the awkward atmosphere, took out a private ball invitation, and was about to take the noble and the merchant away together.

【Trustworthy?】

Egg knew that Zeng Wei was just asking himself, and also very unfamiliar with each other, transmitting thoughts among the seven people and sharing ideas.

"Please sit down, I think we can get to know each other again." Don Giovanni seemed to notice Li Yue's feelings, and thoughtfully welcomed this demon hunter with his arm blown open back to his seat.

"But before that, do you need to bandage it?" Don Giovanni pointed to Van Helsing's arm, "I know a very good doctor, her skills are really amazing."

While discussing, Tang Ji suddenly saw such a prompt pop up in his mind.

"Good, good, make friends." Zeng Wei covered his face with a folding fan, straightened the cake skirt, and the pituitary gland in the back of his head was slightly hot.

Wait a minute, Hannibal? What a terrible name?

Tang Ji asked Egg in his heart.

"Don Giovanni? Lord King of the Colosseum?" Van Helsing was not afraid that we would say something shocking, but only afraid that we would not understand our emotions, "What is this secret, there is no need to cause each other's displeasure."

"Of course~ We are here to enjoy pleasure, there is no need to waste a good mood, because you will never know who we are tomorrow night…"

"Flies?" Tang Ji looked around the hall, and found that besides a few humans pretending to be fly demons, he really didn't see any flies.

Although the noble had no expression on his face, he was very unhappy in his heart, and did not expect that this warrior was so unrelenting.

"I can provide you with Lord Don Giovanni's whereabouts, just as a way for everyone to make friends." Van Helsing smiled like a spring breeze, "I can't do anything else…"

After all, this superstar is a player who can interfere with the progress of the ball.

"A few days ago, at a private ball, I saw flies." Van Helsing winked at O'Keeffe, meaning to say that's all I can say, understand?

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"What are they talking about? We are just asking if we know Don Giovanni." Zeng Wei also learned from O'Keeffe and started a direct ball, "If you can't help, don't interrupt."

This proves that there are demons that have not been parsed in the induction.

O'Keeffe exchanged glances with Hannibal and Li Yue, thinking that we didn't feel Van Helsing's charm, is it because we don't have brains?

【Well, pay attention to Van Helsing, this person is very strange…】

【Parsing… 7%…】

"Private ball? Then do you have an invitation?" Hannibal tacitly exchanged glances with Zeng Wei, Van Helsing, and Li Yue, and asked decisively.

"What, is something unpleasant happening? That's a pity…" Van Helsing rang a bell, and Harrods's enchanting figure appeared beside him.

The music stopped, the guests replenished their energy and sweated, and the demon ball temporarily entered a period of intense rest.

Harrods's eyes were involuntarily attracted.

【We actually have no choice.】

"You know?" O'Keeffe turned to Van Helsing.

"Mine?" The merchant pointed to the invitation in the warrior's arms at a very inappropriate time, and through my mouth, oriented this private ball.

As for the missing flesh, Zeng Wei tore it off from himself and Li Yue, sewed it on, forcibly added "self-healing", and quickly sewed O'Keeffe's broken arm into a soft balloon.

"Nonsense… you can do a lot more~" Harrods leaned over.

【Of course we have to go, didn't we come here to find Don Giovanni?】

Thinking back, when Van Helsing arrived, wasn't it Zeng Wei who raised the question of "Don Giovanni"?

"What do you mean?" Zeng Wei raised his chin at the noble, wanting to ask if I should continue fighting or cooperate—there is one more Van Helsing under the long table, Tang Ji feels that if I can avoid using the Staff of Deception, I should try to avoid it.