Chapter 1525
Chapter 1525: Are You My Fan?
âOf course, you can try.
âItâs never a big deal to offend me because Iâm a generous man.
âBut our mutual friend may not be so generous, donât you think? Mr. Sener? â
Sener was still laughing indifferently.
However, Hayekâs expression was not as natural.
It was obvious.
Matthewâs response put a lot of pressure on the other party.
The mutual friend he mentioned was Viscount Fan.
Previously, during the incident on the Divine Dragon Island.
Sener had been entrusted by Viscount Fan to suppress the Underworld Sect, but now this fellow was mixing around with the Deputy Sect Leader of the Underworld Sect.
He thought of the Poison Fang and the Ring of the Divine Dragon that had fallen into Senerâs hands.
Matthew could completely accuse Sener of violating Viscount Fanâs commission and secretly colluding with Hayek.
At least, it seemed reasonable.
âListen, we wonât say anything about whose side youâre on. â
Hayek suddenly said seriously,
This guy seemed to be quite afraid of Viscount Fanâs revenge.
Before Matthew could speak.
Moson, who had always been very active, interrupted again,
âThis is what both of you should do.
âAfter entering this hall, all of us are like-minded partners. Once we deliberately sell out one of the others, even if it is just a little information, we will be targeted by everyone else!
âThis is our rule! â
As soon as he said this.
Stephanie immediately questioned,
âSince when?
âWhy didnât I know about this? â
Moson shrugged.
âOh, Tyraste told me this morning. Heâll probably announce it again later. â
With that, he walked up to Matthew and enthusiastically took out some tea sets and cups.
âWould you like a drink?
âTea, coffee, or⊠Want some of this? â
As soon as he finished speaking.
He suddenly cut open his wrist with his long nails.
Mumble mumble mumble!
Sticky and scarlet blood oozed out of the blood vessels, dripping onto the transparent cup and the table.
For a moment.
An extremely strong smell of blood pervaded the table.
Mosonâs face revealed an extremely intoxicated expression.
âHave a drink, Matthew. â
he urged earnestly.
Matthew took the warm cup but did not drink it. Instead, he looked at the other partyâs appearance with a gentle gaze.
At a certain moment.
He suddenly had an epiphany and blurted out,
âDimasus? â
Moson chuckled.
âI thought youâd forgotten my name.
âBut now that Iâve been reborn, the name Moson suits me better.
âI have to defend myself. Hereâs the thingâ
âThe original owner of this body, the poor Mr. Moson, was caught between the double identity of the soul of nature and the vampire. He was in extreme pain, unable to live or die.
âUnder immense pain.
âHe agreed to let the Angel of Eternal Night, Freiner, occupy his body.
âHowever, instead of helping him kill himself, Freiner had taken over his body and humiliated his soul day and night.
âI saw that he was really too pitiful. After asking him about his feelings again and again, I helped him finish it.
âAs for Freiner.
âHe wanted to live. He begged me to give him any living body so that he could enjoy human pleasure and the beauty of Colinâs tobacco.
âIn short, he did not want to commit suicide at all.
âSo I could only help him end it.
âSo now, the identity of the God of Travelers has become a thing of the past. Now, I am a vampire who is passionate about nature protection and also the soul of nature who loves to bleed.
âI think weâll have a lot in common, Matthew.
âIf youâre free tonight, you can come to my roomâŠâ
He hadnât finished his sentence.
The Dracolich Stephanie stood up with a gloomy expression.
Her voice was so sharp that the whole hall echoed with her voice:
âMoson-!
âCan I have a word with you? I have something to ask you. â
Moson smiled warmly at Matthew, then left the hall with the Dracolich.
They went to the corridor next door to chat privately.
Matthew sat calmly in his seat.
He could feel a lot of eyes looking at him, and the hottest one was from the opposite side of his right hand.
There was a dignified middle-aged woman sitting. Her face was somewhat familiar to Matthew, but her aura was even more impressive.
Beside the woman sat a bored spirit body. The spirit body seemed to have been temporarily fixed through some special ritual. Matthew could feel traces of necromancy. It seemed to be the work of the Dracolich Stephanie.
âDaisy and Linden? â
Although his appearance had changed, Matthew could still tell who he was!
No.
It wasnât Daisy.
Matthewâs pupils contracted slightly. The aura on the other partyâs body was so strong that he could almost tell that it was the smell of an evil spirit without thinking.
At the same time.
The data panel sensed the true identities of these two.
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[Warning: You have encountered the doppelganger of the Evil Spirit Lord Omadochi and the reincarnation of the Great Elven King Nicholas!]
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Matthew thought to himself.
This hall was simply filled with the worst of the worst!
He had just killed Omadochiâs son, Hodges, and his favourite concubine, Gulixiati, in the sampan plane. The other partyâs hatred for him was even greater than that of Demon Lord Asner!
As for the reincarnated Great Elven KingâŠ
Matthew didnât know him that well.
But with Lindenâs impressive performance, he found it hard to believe that the other party was a good person.