Chapter 204 Who are you? ! (3k)

After a brief hesitation, Moon said:
"How much damage did he cause? I'll pay for it."

"Him? Do you know him?"

"I don't know him, but I will compensate for the damage he caused."

The two security guards looked at each other before saying to Moon:
"Let's go and ask him exactly how much trouble he has caused."

"It's troublesome."

Soon, the security guard who went to inquire about the situation came back and said to Moon:

"About a hundred and one Meereenese gold."

"If you want compensation, one hundred will do. Otherwise, forget it. You don't even know this guy. He deserves to go to jail."

"There is some connection after all. How about the Baratheon gold pound?"

"Baratheon Coin?!"

Both security guards were a little surprised.

"Correct."

When they saw Moon actually took out a hundred-pound note, the crowd behind them exclaimed.

Since His Majesty the King of Sword and Shield ascended the throne, Baratheon's status has risen.

Not only do many collectors like to collect the increasingly valuable Baratheon currency.

Even the coins issued by Baratheon are hard currency recognized by all countries.

And there were very few people who could come up with a hundred Baratheon pounds, at least in Meereen.

"You, you gave us everything?"

"of course."

"Thank you, thank you, ah, we'll get you a medical kit right away."

In order to thank Moon for his generosity, the security guards even took the initiative to bring a medical kit to apply medicine to the humanoid creature.

Moon waved his hand and said:

"You don't need that. Just give him a bowl of blood. It's best if it's fresh."

"Human blood?"

"No, no need. Chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep are all fine. Of course, if you're willing to bleed a little, that would be best."

The vampires were created as weapons in the later stages of the War of Apocalypse.

In order to make them more useful, the eldest son who created the vampires not only gave them wings to soar into the sky, powerful claws, and great abilities, but also gave them bodies that could quickly recover by sucking blood.

After all, the thing that is least lacking on the battlefield is blood.

The other party did not bleed himself, but he did bring a bowl of freshly bled blood that was still steaming.

Moon couldn't smell what the blood was.

But at least it was blood.

There's no need to even feed him the drink directly. Just getting close to him will instantly make this humanoid creature perk up.

He was like a dead dog just now, but he immediately broke free from the support of the security guards and started drinking from the bowl of blood.

A bowl of hot blood.

The wounds on his face and body were recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even his whole body was extremely energetic.

This made Moen's brows raise slightly.

After recovering, he turned back and shouted towards the restaurant:

"Come on, come on, where's that guy from before? I'm full, come and fight me again!"

Before he could continue shouting, Moon said behind him:
"I have made amends for the problems you caused, but this is not because I am kind or you are a good person, but simply because I want to ask you a few questions."

"So, please calm down, and then we can find a quiet place to sit down and have a good talk. Otherwise, I believe these friends will be happy to send you back to where you should be."

The man who heard this instantly became quiet. He looked at the security guards who were eager to try, and then looked at the revolver on Moon's waist that was not concealed at all.

He immediately chose to follow his heart:
"Of course, sir, you are absolutely right. Where would you say would be a good place?"

Seeing this, the crowd, knowing that there was nothing to watch, slowly dispersed.

Only Moon and he found a secluded dining table and sat down casually.

Morn went on to order a bowl of red heart borscht and some white bread.

Although it was not made by her, it was enough to satisfy Moen.

"Tell me your name and family line."

The other party said directly:

"I am the third son of the Leicester family. My name is Slyling Leicester."

After looking at him, Moon tore up the bread and put it into the borscht and said:
"The family emblem of the Marquis of Leicester is a flying raven, but the emblem on your collar is an upside-down spear."

"This is the emblem of Duke Bathory's family, and it also fits your identity of being able to use the red leaf grass. However, all male members of the Bathory family will cut off their left pinky fingers with the holy blade to show that they are the legitimate descendants of the Bathory family."

"Why are your hands intact?"

The other party obviously didn't expect that Moon would know so much about all this.

After a while, he tightened his collar and said:

"I am indeed the third son of the Leicester family, and this dress is a gift from my friend."

Moen sighed and said:
"I know your family background so well. Do you think I don't know? According to your hierarchy, even if it is true, you are not qualified to keep the family emblem of a great duke?"

"So. Who are you, and what is your family line?"

Looking at Mo En who had directly exposed him, the other party forced a smile before saying:
"Well, I am indeed a descendant of the Bathory family. The reason I lied and said I was from the Leicester family is that my identity is a bit special. After all, you see, my fingers are intact."

Moon stopped all his actions and said seriously to the vampire man in front of him:
"It seems that I should send you back to the prison on the airship. When we get there, I will let your family and your tribe know that you, a fool, were locked up in a human prison because you couldn't even tell the truth, and you brought shame to your family!"

The other party showed an expression of disbelief and said:

"I've told you everything, why don't you trust me?!"

He slammed the table and stood up. "You are simply insulting my family and bloodline!"

People's attention was also attracted again.

The security guards who had been keeping an eye on this place came closer.

If anything goes wrong, they will hold down this guy who is probably a vampire.

They even brought the first mate's treasured mithril handcuffs.

I just don't know why the first mate's handcuffs were found in the captain's room.

Looking at the surrounding security guards and the calm Moon, his expression did not change at all, only anger filled his face.

After snorting coldly, he said directly to the security guards:
"Come on, this idiot doesn't believe what I say, take me away. I am a noble blood noble, I can't accept such an insult!"

The security guards were shocked by his aura and they all looked at Moon.

This is the sponsor, and it is his business.

Obviously he has to give the order.

Moon signaled the security guards to leave without paying any attention.

Seeing this, a hint of complacency immediately flashed across the man's eyes.

I really made the right bet.

This person does understand vampires, but that's all.

But what he didn't expect was that while enjoying the food, Moen said to him:
"You're betting that I only know your system and family lineage, but I don't know anything more than that."

There was a hint of surprise in the man's eyes.

But there was no change on his face.

"It seems that you still don't believe me, so send me away. I cannot accept your insult."

"You can't accept my insult? That's funny. You're obviously trampling on my kindness."

The man remained unmoved and just stood there proudly.

It seemed as if he was really wronged by Moon.

Seeing this, Moen couldn't help but exclaimed:
"You're quite calm. If it was someone other than me, no, even another vampire would probably be fooled by you."

The man was increasingly surprised in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.

He didn't believe that this passerby really knew more.

Moon didn't want to waste any more time. He had been with him for so long anyway just to make him feel that he knew everything about him, so that he wouldn't dare to hide anything that he really didn't know.

So Mo En looked at him playfully and said:

"Do you really want me to say it?"

"I do not understand what you mean."

Moen nodded and said:

"Blood races have a strong ability to recover. The higher up the family lineage, the stronger this ability becomes."

"For ordinary vampires, let alone relying on animal blood, even drinking human blood would not be able to heal so quickly. After all, your injuries are actually very serious, and you are seriously lacking in blood nourishment."

"In your situation just now, even if a blood noble with a good title came, it would be impossible for him to be so lively and energetic."

"But you recovered to this state directly with a bowl of animal blood that might not even be cow blood."

"so"

Moon looked at the man's face, and the anger was no longer on his face.

He looked at Moen and nodded:
"You really surprised me. I will confess everything."

Moon went on to say directly:

"So how many people does the prince have now?"

The man finally changed color.

He looked around hurriedly and realized that no one heard it. Then he gritted his teeth and said to Moen:

"Are you crazy? Don't you know that this may cost me or even your life? You don't want your life, but I do!"

Moen smiled and said:

"You asked me to say this yourself."

The man's face suddenly turned red and then white.

He didn't expect this guy actually knew.

"Okay, what exactly do you want to ask? Let's go somewhere else. This place is too dangerous."

Moon continued:

"Calm down, calm down, stranger. You just drank a bowl of blood, but I haven't finished my breakfast yet."

At first the man just looked around in dissatisfaction.

After a moment, he finally realized something was wrong and looked at Moon in shock.

"what did you just say?"

"I haven't finished my breakfast yet."

"I meant the last sentence."

Moon put down his knife and fork, looked at him with eyes that he couldn't understand and said:

"Stranger, what's wrong? Aren't you?"

At this moment, the man's voice changed:
"How much do you know?!"

"And who are you anyway?!"

Moon still didn't answer him. He just lowered his head and tore the bread again and said:
"Duke Bathory seems a little dissatisfied with the current situation."

The man felt like he was about to shrink under the table. He asked in horror:
“Who the hell are you?!”

(End of this chapter)