The First Vampire

Chapter 133: 133 Respite (First update, seeking subscription!)_l

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Silver Moon City, Half-Elf Palace.

In the gloomy and dark basement, Colin was biting the neck of a half-elf, sucking incessantly.

This half-elf was a ranger from the Lute Clan, who was sentenced to hanging for his involvement in the previous coup.

However, on the day of the execution, he was secretly swapped.

The one who was hanged was another death row prisoner with a similar appearance, while he was brought into the basement of the palace and became Colin’s test subject.

Colin wanted to know if, apart from the human divine profession of a Knight, other races’ divine professionals could also be transformed into Bloodline.

However, after Colin biting a ranger from the Lute Clan for a while, the anticipated initiation ceremony still did not happen.

It seemed that the divine profession of Elves – the Ranger, could not be transformed into a Bloodline.

With a sigh, Colin pulled out his fangs.

After only a short time, the ranger from the Lute Clan stood up again, his gaze vacant, just like Cynthia, he had also become Colin’s blood slave.

A third-order ranger blood slave.

Not bad.

Stroking his chin, Colin comforted himself.

Handing a monkey mask to the ranger, Colin chuckled, “Okay, from now onwards, your codename will be ‘Monkey’.”

The eyes of the monkey ranger flickered, as if he had understood Colin’s words.

Leaving the monkey ranger in the basement to keep the fox Knight – Cynthia company, Colin himself went up the stairs.

This basement led directly to the King’s study, oh no, it should be called the Queen’s study now.

Ever since the old King’s death, Queen Isa seemed to have become a different person.

This previous lingering melancholy was gradually fading, and she was replaced with a charm that was constantly radiating.

She had obviously taken extra care with her appearance today.

She wore a red, low-cut, thin-strapped long dress that laid bare her tall and slender, curvaceous figure.

Her faint blush, bright lip color, and the embroidered golden ornament on her forehead enhanced the three-dimensional effect of her beautiful face. The sparkling diamond earrings hanging from her slender and delicate ears highlighted the Queen’s unique noble temperament.

Seeing Colin emerge from the basement, Queen Isa smiled, instantly brightening the entire study.

“Viscount, have you finished your chores?”

“Mm.”

Queen Isa didn’t ask Colin what exactly he had been doing down there. She was a woman who knew her limits.

Colin walked up to the window and, seeing a group of priests and ritualists gathered around the square outside the palace, curiously asked, “What are they doing?”

Queen Isa went up to Colin, standing side by side with him and explained: “This is a tradition of the Half-Elf royal family. After every king dies, priests from the Glorious Church and ritualists from the Church of Destiny are invited to pray for his soul.”

Colin was momentarily speechless.

What kind of tradition is this?

If the priests and ritualists prayed together for the old king, would his soul return to the embrace of the Lord of Glory? Or would it enter the halls of the Goddess of Fate?

However, he didn’t say much about it, after all, it’s important to respect the traditional culture of other countries.

Seeing that Colin did not respond, Queen Isa explained further: “You said that we should treat the Modewen family well, so I arranged this ceremony.”

“You made the right choice.” Colin nodded, “After all, your throne was voluntarily given up by the Modewen family. You must show them enough mercy and gratitude to win people’s hearts.”

“Very well. As planned, I will confer the title of Duke to William Modewen at the ennoblement ceremony tomorrow. However, there are many members of the Modewen family serving as courtiers in the palace, should we take back some of these positions?”

“No need. It would make you seem petty.” Colin glanced back at Queen Isa and continued, “Also, letting the Miller family dominate is not a good thing, the Modewen family can serve as a good counterbalance.”

“I understand.” Queen Isa nodded in agreement.

Even though Colin explicitly expressed his apprehension and caution toward the Miller family, who have now become the new Half-Elf Royal Family, she surprisingly had no objections.

Seeing Queen Isa’s calm expression, Colin still added, “The result of one family dominating is corruption and decay, trust me, having a competitor to spur them on will allow the Miller family to prosper for a long time.”

“I get it. Just like the North Territory, because they have Trolls as competitors, the power of the North’s army dominates the Empire. The East, deprived of any challenger, can only rely on the natural barrier of the Angry River to stop the steps of their enemies.”

Hearing this, Colin chuckled: “The Angry River? I’m afraid it won’t protect the East for much longer.”

“Of course, the Crystal River within the Half-Elf Kingdom’s territory is available for the North to mobilize whenever it needs.’

However, Colin shook his head, “No rush. If Duke St. Hilde really wants the Crystal River, he will have to consider the feelings of Marquis Garcia and me!”

With a playful smile, Queen Isa suggested, “You can take advantage of this opportunity to propose to Miss Vera again for Duke St. Hilde, I believe this time, he will not reject you.”

Colin nodded in full agreement, readily accepting the idea.

At this moment, he was still unaware the world outside was rapidly changing.

“Oh right, you should start considering the issue of the successor.” Colin was still making plans for Queen Isa, “You can choose a suitable individual from the Miller family’s offspring, to adopt as your son.”

However, Queen Isa did not immediately agree this time.

A faint blush suddenly spread over her flawless face. In a quiet voice, she said,

“Rather than an adopted son, I’d prefer to have my own.”

Colin raised his eyebrows, looking astonished at Queen Isa.

Queen Isa gazed back at Colin’s eyes as her delicate body slowly leaned closer.

The enchanting touch and the lingering fragrance from her arm made Colin’s heart skip a beat.

Yet he still retained a sliver of rationality, advising, “You need to understand, I will never be able to marry you.”

“Of course, I understand.” Queen Isa’s face flushed and her breathing quickened, “Vera is the most suitable marriage partner for you. However, I can be your mistress.

Everyone says that half-elves make the best lovers. Don’t you want to verify the truth of this statement?”

Colin stared at the queen’s hazy eyes, and once again suggested, “You need to think it through. The child born this way will also be an illegitimate son.”

“I’ve made up my mind. We can publicly declare that the child is the late king’s posthumous child.”

Hearing this, Colin’s eyes sparkled, and he no longer suppressed the impulse in his heart. He tightly embraced the slender waist of the half-elf queen in front of him.

Queen Isa couldn’t help releasing a startled cry, her body went limp and she came to rest against Colin’s broad chest.

An unfamiliar sense of excitement caused her heartbeat to thrash wildly in her chest, akin to a startled deer.

Through her thin, long dress, Colin could clearly feel the silky smoothness of Queen Isa’s skin and her full-bodied figure.

“This child wouldn’t bear the Modewen surname, would he?”

“Of course not, he will carry the Miller surname, and become the next Half-Elf king!”

In the distance, the prayers of priests and ritualists permeated from outside the window:

. May the Lord have mercy on our respected king and grant his soul respite….”