The First Vampire - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: 038 Banquet (Part 2) _1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

With the mellifluous music, pairs of men and women are dancing in the banquet hall’s dance floor.

They are dancing the most orthodox court dance of the Glorious Empire.

It is somewhat similar to the Viennese Waltz on Earth.

Male and female dance partners need to leverage each other, harmoniously and lightly completing a series of reverse movements, swings, and spins at a very fast speed, with the entire dance being nimble and smooth, graceful and generous.

In such fast rotation, all the surrounding things become blurry, with only the face of the dancing partner in the arms clearly visible.

Spin, spin, and spin again.

It’s as if wanting to dance with the person in their arms until the end of time.

But, the music will eventually end.

A song ended.

Colin finished the final spin with Vera, who was as light as boneless.

Then, reluctantly pulled back his right hand that supported Vera’s smooth back, slightly retreated, and bowed.

“Thank you, Miss Vera, this is the most unforgettable dance I’ve ever danced!”

Vera’s little face was still red, and she was still panting slightly, as if she had not recovered from the dance just now.

Hearing Colin’s unoriginal flattering words, she cunningly smiled and said, “Knight Colin, I feel like you probably said these words to many girls.”

Colin lifted his head, not flustered at all.

He was very clear that at this moment, what he should do is not to explain, but to attack.

So he laughed and said, “Please believe me, from today onwards, such words, I will only say to you!”

As expected, Colin’s somewhat blunt words made Vera feel a little overwhelmed.

“Flattery!” Vera snorted airily, giving Colin a glance, but her face was sprinkled with a shy smile.

At this time, Colin could already feel the surrounding gazes filled with “murderous intent”.

Obviously, as Vera’s first dance partner, Colin has naturally become the public enemy of all the noble gentlemen present.

However, he obviously didn’t care.

He was determined to stick to Vera, this “big thigh”!

Because, he had already seen Count Uman in the crowd.

The fear of being assassinated shrouded Colin instantly, forcing him to resort to all sorts of ways to increase his worth, to prevent the adversary from hurting him.

After sending Vera back to Marquis Garcia, Colin politely excused himself.

Too much of everything is as bad as too little, which he understood. Sticking around Vera at this time would be a foolish move.

But before he could get far, a young man blocked Colin’s way.

Huh?

Did the supporting role that was sent to slap his face show up so quickly? While Colin was wild guessing, he smiled politely, “May I ask who you are?”

The young man chuckled coldly, “Knight Colin, I heard that you used my identity once. How come? You can’t even recognize me?”

Colin paused slightly, immediately realizing who the person in front of him was.

No wonder he looked familiar, he was as annoying as that crazy woman.

They were indeed siblings.

“So you’re Knight Cain Sudor! I’ve heard of you a lot!” Colin said he had heard of him a lot, but there was no respect in his expression at all.

It was evident that Cain also found Colin extremely annoying. He sarcastically said, “Knight Colin, tell me, how do you think the honorable Miss Vera would react if she found out that the knight she was dancing with was a fraud?”

In response to Cain’s threat, Colin shrugged his shoulders, seemingly unconcerned, “Why don’t you go and try to find out.”

Cain’s face immediately darkened, unable to determine if Colin’s nonchalance was genuine or as an act.

But before he could probe further, he heard Colin lower his voice and said, “However, if I were you, I’d be more concerned about your dear sister first.”

“What about my sister?”

Seeing him take the bait, Colin grimly smirked and instigated:

“You should know that the one who truly led the army to recapture Ice Rock

City was your sister, Knight Cynthia. Therefore, according to the Law of the Lord, shouldn’t she, not you, be the one inheriting the nobility of Sudor family?”

“Nonsense!” Like a kitten with its tail stepped on, Cain immediately bristled, “I am the rightful heir to the Sudor family!”

“You should save those comments for Duke St. Hilde.” Colin shrugged his shoulders, indicating he had nothing to do with this matter.

The irritating stance made Cain almost lose control of his rage, as he glared at Colin, panting heavily.

It seemed as if he wished to lash out and thrash the insufferable man before him.

But quickly, Cain calmed down.

Because, a hand had placed itself on his shoulder.

Cain turned his head, and his expression instantly became extremely submissive: “Uncle!”

Colin’s pupils also instantly contracted as he turned to look at the newcomer Count Uman.

“Count.” Colin nervously lowered his head, not wanting the other party to see the trepidation in his eyes.

Count Uman was a mature, elegant middle-aged man who always wore a faint smile on his face, seemingly polite to everyone.

However, the occasional hidden coldness in his wine-red eyes revealed that this count was not as friendly as he appeared.

“Colin, I’m so glad to see you unharmed!” Count Uman gently patted Colin’s shoulder, his face radiating with genuine joy, “I heard you were attacked in Grey Castle, what happened? Who was so bold?”

Colin lifted his head, his face replaced with a pleasant smile: “The attacker was Knight Carter. As for who is behind him… we’re still investigating.”

“Carter?” Count Uman huffed, saying angrily, “That ungrateful person, he’s a disgrace to the knight circle! Don’t worry, I will assign someone to investigate this matter. If there’s any news, I will definitely inform you.”

“I’m extremely appreciative of Count’s assistance!” Seeing the justice-filled count in front of him, Colin couldn’t help but think that his acting skills might not be inferior to that of Marquis Charles.

Count Uman again gave some good-natured advice to Colin, seemingly a friendly elder.

Colin also responded attentively, as if he had never suspected that his assassination and this count were related.

Before leaving, Count Uman lowered his voice and asked, “Did you and Marquis

Charles plan to come to the banquet in armor together?”

“Not at all, it’s just a coincidence.” Colin found it strange why he would suddenly ask that.

Count Uman said meaningfully: “Oh, that’s good. However, you should be careful and not get too close to Marquis Charles.”

“Why?” Colin asked directly.

Count Uman did not answer, but Knight Cain by his side scoffed arrogantly:

“Fool! Marquis Charles lost so horribly this time, causing the death of two hundred thousand Northern Army, shouldn’t he take the blame for that? You dare to approach him…’

“Shut it!” Count Uman growled.

Knight Cain immediately shrank back, becoming timid again.

Count Uman turned his head, and said to Colin as his parting words: “Remember, our loyalty is always to Duke St. Hilde, not to any Marquis.” Seeing Count Uman’s retreating figure, Colin’s eyes suddenly narrowed. It was then that he realized that tonight’s banquet appeared to be brewing a dangerous undercurrent..