Chapter Ninety-Three: Oath of Jest
The next day, early in the morning, Su Jiu arrived at the entrance of the Dragon Slayer Alliance in Youyou’s supercar.
The first thing she saw was a building that could be described as magnificent, far superior to the humble entrance of the Night Watcher.
“Damn it! They don’t have anyone poor. When I go back, I’ll get a car too. Anyway, it seems this Night Watcher booklet can be used as a driver’s license.”
After bidding farewell to Youyou, she watched the taillights of the supercar, then remembered her former life’s battle-damaged old Santana. Her dead fish eyes instantly welled up on her small face, and she sighed, putting on her Golden Exorcist medal.
“Beep, beep, beep!”
Taking out her phone, which vibrated from the large brocade pouch on her right. After looking at the 60-second message from the Little Bat icon on her phone, she was silent for a moment, then quietly took off her headphones and lightly tapped to open it.
“Are you f—ing Su Jiu? What do you mean by not replying to messages all night? I waited for you all night, don’t tell me, Bloodline people have to sleep at night ******…”
Her voice was pleasant, with a hint of a frail beauty, but the words were standard vulgarities, making one feel a bit awkward.
It gave a strange feeling, somewhat pitiful, and somewhat abstract.
Su Jiu could imagine the other party’s anger. It was probably because yesterday, right after they added each other, they asked about her identity, and she went to sleep.
Could it be that the other party waited a whole night for a reply? This Duke is too funny!
Thinking of this, Su Jiu’s expression became solemn. To wait until morning to scold her, worthy of the High-Class Blood Clan. For a War God Level to be so idle, she honestly hadn’t expected it.
Su Jiu thought for a moment about what she should reply.
“Good morning?” Too bland… Cursing back? Holy crap, what if the other party really crosses the internet to get her, she wouldn’t even have time to prostrate herself.
Immediately, the plots from those vampire movies flashed in her mind, and a perverted smile appeared on her face. She couldn’t curse, fine, she’d play it awkward.
Then, she lightly tapped on her phone’s keyboard and typed: [To the esteemed Blood Clan Duke, your most loyal Knight Su Jiu pays her respects.]
She also took a photo of herself bowing and extending her hand, then clicked send with a sly grin. Su Jiu felt that someone who was always online like that would surely cringe to death.
Hahaha…
On the other side, Count Rose initially wanted to scold Su Jiu and then delete her, but then she saw the picture and text sent by the other party and was stunned. She didn’t reply, nor did she delete her.
Slowly, inexplicably, her face turned red. On her pale face, it was like a craftsman adorning a white rose with a touch of crimson.
“What is this idiotic human doing?! Does she know what such an oath means?”
Her fangs showed between her lips as she muttered to herself, turning her head to look at the massive mural. It depicted a martial artist in Eastern attire kneeling and extending a hand forward, facing a noble woman who bore a striking resemblance to Count Rose.
Below, written in English and ancient Chinese, were “Rose the First and Yun Huan.”
This was also why she knew Chinese.
This was her grandfather’s oath to her grandmother, and also the initial continuation of their bloodline. High-level vampires, though possessing long life, were not immortal. Before death, they would pass on their authority to the next generation.
Unless they reached the level of the Progenitor, but that was basically impossible. The Progenitor was already infinitely close to so-called “gods.” If there were no danger of extinction, He would only remain in eternal slumber.
Count Rose patted her slightly warm cheeks. Actually, if her mother hadn’t always told her such old-fashioned stories, she wouldn’t be so flustered. After all, she had also watched those vampire movies…
Taking a deep breath, she gently tapped on her phone and typed a line of text, seeming somewhat serious: [Vivian, John von Vivian, my name, As a subordinate, you are qualified to know.]
Then, she gently pressed her fangs against her lower lip and quietly stared at the send button, her demeanor completely different from when she usually cursed. At this moment, she was solemn and serious.
Closing her eyes, she opened them again and firmly pressed the button. Then, she immediately switched her QQ account to her gaming account and threw herself onto the bed beside her, burying her face in the pillow.
This Bloodline is truly detestable!
Always playing awkward games!!
…
Su Jiu leaned against a stone lion by the main entrance, waiting for the exorcists to arrive later. Seeing the Little Bat icon that hadn’t replied for a long time, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Got awkward, huh? Serves you right for scolding me.”
“Ding!”
To Su Jiu’s surprise, the reply was a string of English with a Chinese explanation. Not the expected national curse. Su Jiu raised an eyebrow: “Vivian? Isn’t that the name of Count Rose? Did she take my teasing seriously?”
“Probably not. With her personality, she probably wants to role-play with me. Fine, let’s be awkward together.”
Then Su Jiu noticed that the other party was offline. She could only tease this funny Duke tomorrow. However, she still sent a message, grinned, and went offline:
[As you wish, Lady Vivian, my sword shall clear all obstacles for you.]
If she could learn something about what vampires should do from the other party, it would be good. If it could stabilize her strength, Su Jiu was quite willing to play this game with the other party.
“Hey, are you the Special Envoy Exorcist called by headquarters? Why are you wearing these clothes?”
At this moment, a shout interrupted her thoughts. Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw a woman with a silver dragon-hunting medal hanging on her chest, with wheat-colored skin, a tall figure, wearing a pleated skirt, and shining black stockings that accentuated her figure more gracefully.
The woman looked at Su Jiu with disdain, as well as the medal on Su Jiu’s chest. She disliked girls who were too fair-skinned, seeing little difference between them and a vase.
“Yes, I’ll be taking action with you all shortly.” Su Jiu didn’t care about her attitude, put away her phone, and her expression was somewhat casual.
Then, a few more men and women followed behind the woman, wearing formal bronze medals on their chests.
At first, they saw the golden medal on Su Jiu’s chest and were about to salute. But as they got closer and saw the lantern pattern on it, their movements stopped.
However, they dared not show their disdain as directly as the woman. After all, Golden Exorcists were basically at the Battle General level, and as a Special Envoy, the other party was at the same level as their team leader.
“You’re acting with us? I don’t sense any external qi from you… Could it be that you’re not even at the Battle General level yet?” The woman sized Su Jiu up, her delicate eyebrows furrowed. Originally just a freeloading mess, and not even at the Battle General level? What’s the difference between her and my subordinates?
“No, I just reached the Warrior Class yesterday. However, it’s not a problem to fight a Demon of the Battle General level alone.” Su Jiu’s voice was faint, as if she didn’t care about such empty titles.
“Just reached Advanced Stage Warrior, and you can kill a Battle General? Little sister, are you not awake yet?” Hearing this, the woman was dumbfounded. This was the first time she had met someone who spoke without thinking.
Soon, Su Jiu’s answer made everyone present slightly stunned, and then erupted into laughter. Even some of the girls started laughing, filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
