"May I have your name?"

Barker retracted his eyes from Virlitt's face and stared at the existence trapped in the black and golden cage.

His eyes were not very sharp, calm and calm.

But the vampire gentleman who was trapped in the cage did not think so. His calm eyes were projected onto him like a heavy mountain, bringing unparalleled pressure, almost crushing his muscles and bones.

However, even so, even if my spiritual world is oppressed to the extreme, even if I have the serious injury after being hit by the hammer.

The other party had no intention of opening his mouth.

Sitting in the cage very peacefully, as stable as a mountain, the eight winds remained motionless.

It’s not like a prisoner who is imprisoned, but more like a meditating Zen master, with a sense of tranquility.

This is very unusual and difficult to be confident.

After all, even if the blood clan joins the orderly blood clan that joins the empire, their personality and temperament are different than those of normal people.

To put it more clearly, although they are willing to abide by order, they still have the nature of liking excitement and pursuing pleasure.

But unlike in the past, they used to satisfy their desires by hunting "food" and holding bloody banquets.

Now, they often pursue pleasure through legal and reasonable means.

But the problem is that, no matter what, their personality and temperament tend to be lively and enthusiastic, and even have a different stubbornness, and will not have such a peaceful and natural style.

Therefore, even when Buck saw this scene, a strange color appeared in his deep and vicissitudes of eyes.

However, although the other party did not answer, he was not discouraged.

I don’t want to say it’s the other party’s business, but it’s Buck’s business whether I say it or not.

An invisible light emerged from the void, extremely sacred and extremely tough.

This glory is not conspicuous, not as big as the sun in the day, nor as much as the silver moon in the night, even compared with the twinkling starlight, it looks dim.

It is still inconspicuous in the dark night, and it is even more invisible on this daytime street.

But no matter who you are, as long as you see this light, you can feel that extraordinary essence, come into contact with that will that is incredibly majestic and sublimated spirit.

Therefore, the blood gentleman sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes as if he noticed something, and his pupils suddenly dilated, and his blue eyes, which were covered with faint bloodshot, were filled with unbelievable expressions.

"Who are you……"

The screams with extremely high tone suddenly resounded, but did not spread too far, and were bounded within a few meters by strange forces, without any leakage.

However, Virlitt's eardrum was hurt by the sudden scream.

The next moment, before the blood clan gentleman finished speaking, the light that wandered out of the void seemed to have found a target, like a bird returning to the forest, or like a milk swallow returning to the nest, all of which were sank into the blood clan's body in the cage.

The sharp tone stopped abruptly, and the terrified expression on the face of the vampire gentleman imprisoned in the cage suddenly frozen.

The moment the light entered the body, the other party seemed to have become petrified and lost the ability to control the body.

But Buck and Virlit seemed to be used to it and did not show any surprise at the scene in front of them.

Then, Buck said again with inconvenience, "What's your name?

“Ivan Dracula.”

This time, the other party did not hide anything. His blue eyes were dim and silent, as if he had lost all his spirit, and he answered Buck's question mechanically.

His tone was tidbit, without any ups and downs, like a robot in human skin.

"Oh, Dracula."

Buck's brow frowned unconsciously, as if he had thought of something.

He looked at Ivan Dracula and said, "The blood of the Dracula family?"

"yes."

Ivan Dracula also cooperated to answer Buck's question in this situation, without any intention of hiding it.

Hearing this, Buck's eyes became deeper and deeper, as if he was in deep thought.

However, compared to Buck's knowledgeableness, Virlit, who was standing by, was much more ignorant.

She just listened quietly to the conversation between the two, but didn't understand what it meant.

"Uncle Buck, what do you mean?" Virlitt pulled the corner of Rabuck's clothes and asked curiously.

"The Dracula family is one of the eight major blood clans. In the distant era, they once united the eight major blood clans and other clans to establish a vampire kingdom."

"But that is already a record of the lost age. After entering the dawn calendar, although the blood clan still exists, it does not have its own independent regime organization."

"The Dracula family joined the administrative system of the Dawn Empire four hundred years ago and accepted the supervision, enshrined and protected by the empire."

"Although the Dawn Empire did not encircle the blood clans, they could walk freely on the empire's land."

It seemed that he had thought of something. Buck looked at Ivan Dracula. Although he knew that the other party was under his control, Buck was still on the verge of conservativeness.

Transform the way of language communication to change and communicate spiritual fluctuations, and directly project what you want to say to Darvia's spiritual overseas side.

"But before we came, we communicated with the emperor of the Dawn Empire and learned about relevant information."

"In the information given to us by the other party, there should not be the Dracula family in Dilno."

Although Virlitt was not granted the relevant knowledge of power and ingenuity in her previous life, she could also understand that something was wrong.

"Why did the other party suddenly appear here?"

Virlit's mental fluctuations naturally came out and were accepted by Buck's spirit.

"This requires continuing to ask."

Buck gave the reply and continued to look at Ivan Dracula with a dull look.

"What is your purpose in Dilno City?"

"Explore the situation of the abandoned blood clan in Dirno City..."

Speaking of this, the muscles on Ivan Dracula's face, whose face was originally dull and solidified, began to twitch violently, extremely ferocious.

Buck's face became much heavier, and a majestic momentum suddenly rose all over his body.

The air pressure around began to drop quietly, as if it was suppressed to the extreme.

Buzz!

The sound that resonates with the void resounds in nothingness and has no effect in the real world.

However, in Ivan Dracula's illusory and unrealistic spiritual world, it seems that a natural disaster has come, causing huge waves.

The sacred and brilliant light emerged from Buck's body, splendid and dazzling.

At this moment, he seemed to be the Son who came from heaven, and also to be the Holy Spirit walking on earth, extremely sacred and majestic.

If someone else saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked by such a grand scene.

Because such glory has exceeded the boundaries of silver.

This is not a strange phenomenon that the silver strong man can produce!

Although the shining silver has the prefix of shining, this shining silver is worth the soul and refers to the spirit.

The powerful man of the silver level awakens his soul and creates the power of miracles.

When they fight with all their might, their souls will naturally emit a brilliant and dazzling light, burning the enemy and shining ahead.

This is very powerful enough to be extraordinary, but it is limited to this and cannot do more.

Such glory is manifestation on the spiritual level.

It can be perceived by people, even ordinary people can feel this terrifying suppression from the superior living body, and can also see the brilliant light like an illusion in a trance.

But the problem is that such a brilliance is only at the soul level and cannot be manifested in the material world.

This is different from the brilliance of Dou Qi and the brilliance of magic.

Fighting energy and magic power are the evolution and extension of vitality and the miracle created in despair.

Although it seems nothing, it has a material foundation.

This is also the reason why they can interfere with reality and are directly regarded as quantifiable combat power.

And now, the light emitted from Buck's body is by no means a manifestation of fighting spirit.

It is a natural manifestation of breath, an instinctive state.

This state, this state...

If Ivan Dracula had this clear consciousness, he would definitely be able to affirm his unfinished words and make a positive guess.

Then, the intention of resistance was completely eliminated.

Because, in the face of such an existence, a little guy at the black iron level is no better than an ordinary person who has not practiced.

The next moment, a profound symbol containing terrifying power appeared in Buck's eyebrows.

Gold, immortal stigma.

Just the moment this holy mark appears.
To be continued...