The Opera House of Garnier, France, Paris, is the largest lyrical theater in the world. Tonight's play is the "Phantom of the Theatre", which is most in line with this building.

The actress who plays the heroine Christina in the play is singing an aria at this time, and the beautiful singing makes people in the hall fascinated.

In the second floor box, a young man in his 20s looked like he was playing with his hands on the tune. What a handsome man he was, his eyes were shining, as if he had penetration; his nose was straight, almost flush with his forehead, and his teeth were as white as pearls, arranged neatly and beautifully.

The only drawback is that his face was too pale, but this paleness gave him a charming aristocratic temperament.

After the aria ended, the first act of the opera ended, and the young man stopped playing the beat and sighed: "What a beautiful singing voice, her taste must be very charming."

An old man who looked like an old housekeeper behind him seemed to have not heard this and bowed to his ear and said, "Sir, Garton is here."

The young man did not look back and waved, "Let him come in."

The vampire Baron who once showed off his might in front of Lee was now like a primary school student who had made a mistake and walked into the private room with his head down.

"grown ups."

"What urgent matter requires you to come back specially? Can the Count DuPont, who is in charge of the United States, make a decision?"

"Yes, in fact, Count DuPont also hopes that I can describe this to you personally."

"Oh?" The young man finally turned around. His beautiful big eyes looked at Gadon, but it seemed that this behavior made him feel very nervous.

"Okay, let's go back and talk. This is not a good place to talk." After that, the young man stood up, his slender body was enough to drive any woman crazy.

The housekeeper opened the door, and Gadon also let him go aside and sent him out.

It happened that the theater manager came towards him.

"Dear Marquis, are you satisfied with the performance tonight?"

The young man didn't even look at the theater manager, but just raised his index finger with his cane and walked out gracefully and proudly. His housekeeper said to the manager with a playing card-like face: "Marquis is very satisfied, let the actress go to the Marquis' Mansion tonight."

"Yes, follow your instructions."

Sitting into his luxurious Rolls-Royce car, the butler comforted him: "Sir, don't worry, the title is just a title."

"I know, Giles, I don't have any special requirements for the topic of typology, but I just became the prince and I can't control my strength well. Look." He raised the cane he was holding just now. Giles saw the oak cane he had just taken out today as thin as chopsticks.

With such a simple hand-raising action, the wreckage of the last bit of the cane also turned into wood chips. Giles smiled when he saw the powerful magic power, "It's okay, sir, you can control this energy well in less than a month. Now you try not to have emotional fluctuations, so that the power will not lose control."

"Okay, I hope I won't demolish the entire castle during this period." The young man rubbed his forehead.

At this moment, Gadon, who was sitting opposite him, was sweating profusely. This was the first time he had seen a prince-level vampire. With this hand exposed, he suspected that he would have a nightmare for a month.

Before coming, his immediate boss, Earl DuPont, specifically instructed him that the person in front of him is a miracle in the history of the blood clan. Erwin C. Les, the 200-year-old prince of the blood clan, and the owner of Paris, one of the largest cities on the European continent. His abilities have not been made public within the Secret Party, but it is rumored that he has mastered one of the most powerful magics of the blood clan, and his strength is expected to catch up with the legendary third generation of blood clan within a thousand years.

Even the housekeeper Giles D. Les is not a simple character: Joan of Arc's comrade, the prototype of the demon "Bluebeard" in French folklore, the black wizard recognized by the church, any title is enough to make ordinary blood clans ashamed.

The car drove into the prince's castle opposite Garton's uneasy: Red Dragon Castle.

Welcomed by countless handsome men and beautiful servants who made the world modeling world ashamed, he followed the two people in front into the castle. Unlike the quaint appearance of the castle, it looks very modern. The huge LCD TV, computer, and LED light strips around it make it look very fashionable.

"Sit." The young prince gestured to Gardon.

"Tell me, what did you encounter in the United States."

Garton organized the language and reported his discovery in Chicago to Prince Elvin without reservation.

"You mean, you saw the traces of the blood clan at the plague scene in Chicago?"

"Yes, sir."

"Can you tell his clan?"

"I'm very sorry, sir, he has a very strong ability to hide. I rushed over and couldn't find any clues about him."

"Do you think that zombie plague in Chicago has anything to do with this blood clan?"

"I went to the explosion site and found no relevant evidence."

Elvin shook the wine glass in his hand and thought carefully. Butler Giles and Gardon made no noise to bother him.

After a while, he took a sip of Chinese wine and said, "Tell me, see the two people you met in the last time."

"These are two young Asians, very tall, one with black hair and the other with white hair. I don't know which one I found, but the white-haired man grabbed me as soon as he reached out his hand, and I didn't see his body clearly at all. In his hands, I seemed to be imprisoned, and I couldn't use any magic, and I couldn't even transform."

"Oh, it's interesting." Elvin put down his cup, his hands staggered, and looked at him with interest.

"They guessed my identity and put me down." Gardon wiped his sweat. He didn't dare to tell me about begging for mercy in disguise. "Then, the black-haired man posted a piece of yellow paper on my head and I couldn't move anymore, and his whole body seemed to be pressed by a mountain."

"Also, he can also release the power of the sun with his fingers. He tapped it on me and almost burned me."

"The power of the sun?"

"Yes, and..." Gadon hesitated, gritted his teeth, and said, "He still masters the power of the moon."

"How is it possible that the power of the sun and the moon exist at the same time?" Elvin sat upright, and even the butler Giles, who had been indifferent, looked over.

"Yes, and it's Yuezhi Guanghua. I was burned by the sun before he was cured the moment he shook hands with me."

"Is he a human?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a blood clan or werewolf."

"Okay, let me meet him."
Chapter completed!