Mystery: The Last Shepherd.

Chapter 603 The Wrath of the Moon

Chapter 603 The Wrath of the Moon

Backlund, West End, a brightly lit villa.

Melodious music echoed through the hall as male and female guests embraced each other and danced gracefully. The men in tuxedos were all tall and handsome, and the women they held in their arms had slender waists, full curves, and snow-white shoulders and backs that shone brightly in the warm hues.

Surprisingly, all the members of the ball, regardless of age or gender, possessed extremely delicate features and scarlet eyes. This created a subtle sense of unreality throughout the event.

Besides the exceptionally good-looking participants, this ball had another unique feature—no food was provided for the guests.

It's important to understand that at a typical Loen ball, the long tables should at least offer cold and hot food, desserts, and drinks for guests who are tired from dancing. The absence of these would be considered a major oversight by the organizers, making them a laughingstock in the community.

However, the people attending the ball didn't seem to care, because they had better alternatives.

Several waiters stood at one side of the dance floor, their postures upright, holding trays with a bottle and several wine glasses. Unlike ordinary drinks, these bottles were transparent, and under the lights, the liquid inside appeared blood red and clear.

The surface of the glass bottle is covered with many mysterious patterns, radiating a spiritual glow, ensuring that the liquid inside remains sufficiently fresh.

"Tell me about this wine."

A young, handsome man walked over and spoke to the waiter in front of him.

The provider of "okay...this bottle of wine" was an 18-year-old woman, born in Ruen, who was healthy and full of energy.

The waiter respectfully showed the other person a photograph.

"A young girl who has just come of age? That's really rare."

Looking at the youthful-looking girl in the photo, the man asked with interest, "How did you acquire Baron Kasimi?"

Baron Casimi was the host of this gathering.

"It's like this, the donor wanted a new dress for her coming-of-age ceremony, but she was having some financial difficulties," the waiter explained. "The hospital funded by Baron Casimi approached her, ostensibly for medical research, and paid her to donate some blood..."

The waiter knew a lot about the background of the "wine" owner because these guests were all discerning gourmets with extremely high requirements for the owner, flavor, and quality of the wine.

"An innocent girl dreaming of the future... How lovely... May she have a wonderful coming-of-age ceremony..."

The man exclaimed, a hint of longing appearing in his crimson eyes, his throat bobbing, "Give me a drink."

"Yes."

The waiter immediately began serving, pouring the "liquid" from the bottle into a stemmed glass, filling it only to about one-third full, before presenting it to the man.

The man raised his glass, closed his eyes, and took a gentle sip; the features on his face quickly relaxed.

"It tastes so delicious..."

He said wistfully, "Give me another one."

"I regret to inform you that, in order to ensure the young lady's health, the amount of wine we collect is limited..." the waiter said respectfully. "Your rank is not high enough; you can only sample one cup at most, Mr. Emlyn."

"What did you say?"

Emlyn White opened his eyes, looked at the waiter, and his expression was somewhat displeased.

"Your title is insufficient."

The latter remained unmoved.

"...Hmph, I got it."

A moment later, Emlyn said irritably. He put down his cup, turned and left, his good mood from the blood-nourishing drink completely gone.

Damn it, if I were a baron, that waiter certainly wouldn't have refused me... he thought to himself. The hierarchy among us vampires is still very clear... This is both a good thing and a bad thing.

That's right, this ball was a social event within the Backlund vampire clan.

These vampires lurk within human society, carefully controlling themselves and satisfying their thirst for blood with money and power rather than force and cruelty, thus achieving coexistence with humans.

After enduring some more time at the ball, Emlyn and several young vampires were summoned to a room at the back of the villa.

"I gave you young people a test before."

Baron Kasimi said, looking around at the vampires who had just come of age, "So far, I wonder if any of you have brought me any good news?"

Emlyn's heart tightened.

It turns out that a little over a week ago, this vampire baron summoned the new generation of vampires, including Emlyn, to this room and gave them a test.

Due to the turmoil between the "School of Life" and the "School of Roses," some extraordinary individuals who worship the "Primal Moon" have emerged in Backlund, and they are spreading their influence in secret... while the "Primal Moon" is the mortal enemy of their vampire clan.

To prevent the spread of this evil god's worship, these young people were summoned and tasked with hunting down the five followers of the "Primal Moon." The one who hunts down the most will receive a reward from the Duke, with the potential for further promotion or other rewards.

Emlyn was reluctant to attend the gathering, as he was busy tracking down the "Primal Moon" followers.

However, Baron Casimi, the organizer of the ball, specifically summoned him to check on the progress.

And to this day, not a single Emlyn has been found.

The exploration in the East District made no progress, and no one at the Tarot Meeting provided any useful information, so it's no wonder he didn't want to attend the ball and wanted to continue his search.

"Baron Kasimmi, I have successfully found one and hunted him down."

As Emlyn was pondering these thoughts, his contemporary, Ruth Bathory, who was fortunate enough to inherit the title of "Baron" among the vampires, stepped forward. After speaking, he turned around, glanced at the others, and couldn't help but reveal a smug expression on his face.

"well done."

Kasimi nodded. "What about the rest of you?"

Among the other vampires, one successfully hunted down a target, and two others said they had found some clues.

So, it seems I'm the only one who hasn't found anything yet, not even a clue...

Emlyn was feeling anxious when he suddenly saw Kasimi's gaze fall upon him.

"Emlyn White, and you?"

He asked.

"I..."

Emlyn opened his mouth, somewhat embarrassed, unsure of what to say.

"Please don't make things difficult for Emlyn, Lord Kasimmi."

Ruth Bathory scoffed. "They'd be better off staying home, doing something more refined...like making a few dolls?"

A suppressed laugh came from the crowd.

...asshole!

Emlyn felt a surge of anger rising in his chest and said, "Don't talk nonsense. A doll isn't something that can be made easily; it requires..."

His explanation only made things worse; the other vampires couldn't help but burst into laughter, filling the room with a cheerful atmosphere.