Arriving on the carriage, four black horses ran deep into the strange woods with dark light. While driving, the sound of wolf howlings sounded from time to time in the distance. Through the car window, Lin Meng even saw a snow wolf with pure white hair all over her body following next to the carriage.

After running on the steep cliff for more than 30 minutes, the carriage arrived in front of a black castle.

There are intertwined iron spikes in front of the castle, forming a fence portal - castles passed down from Europe in the Middle Ages. They usually have the function of fortress fortresses. This is an isolation door built in ancient times to prevent enemy attacks. Each iron spike is the thickness of an arm.

After the carriage drove, the iron spikes crossed from top to bottom, like a hideous monster closing its teeth. It seemed that in this moment, the castle and the outside world were separated.

The dark castle was filled with a very strong and gloomy atmosphere, and iron products like torture tools could be seen everywhere were even more frightening. Lin Meng knew that because of his wife's death, Dracula was extremely cruel and liked to pierce people on the iron cross, and became even more cruel.

Four hundred years ago, I don’t know how many people were tortured by Dracula in the castle, so that the air seemed to have a bloody blood that had not melted for hundreds of years.

Mysterious, dark, evil, dark... This castle is like a monster with a long life. If you take the Bible out of the branded space at this moment, it will surely shine brightly!

A burning torches were inserted into the castle made of thick huge rocks. In the jumping fire, Lin Meng climbed the stone steps step by step and walked into the inner gate of the castle.

The inner door is also made of thick iron pillars, heavy and strong. After he approached, the two iron doors opened slowly. After stepping into it, the open door gradually closed, as if there was a mysterious power, which was being controlled in secret.

This is a stone hall, even the walls are piled up by stones, like a cave, with bronze utensils inside. Above the hall, there is a flame burning in a rough black iron cage.

The light released cannot make the hall brighter, but instead adds a gloomy meaning.

"Baron from a foreign country, welcome to the humble house. Your arrival will make this castle shine brightly."

A black magic shadow floated out from the left passage of the hall with an old voice. Then an old man carrying a colorful light walked out of the right passage. The light released by the flames seemed to be twisted on him, reflected on the ground in a posture that violated the laws of physics.

This is an old man who is so pale that he doesn't have a trace of blood, with folds of his facial skin layered, and has a long braid on his face, and two bulging buns are tied.

The two dark green spots in the old man's eyes were the only color. The eyes emitting a faint green light made Lin Meng feel very uncomfortable, just like seeing a wolf foraging at midnight, a cruel animal who wanted to swallow his flesh and blood!

The spirit of 12 o'clock is more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and Lin Meng does not respond well. As a vampire, he is indeed a natural enemy of humans and a predator who feeds on human blood.

In the face of such existence, people are just food!

I have to say that although the appearance gives people a very solemn and strange feeling, the old man's temperament, accompanied by the smile of these words, is more elegant than anyone Lin Meng has ever seen, and it is enough to make many people feel uncontrollably worried about it at first glance.

In fact, this is related to the bloodline of vampires. This race is originally a highly charming creature. No matter which world Dracula is in, he is a famous existence among the blood clan!

"I was surprised to see you. I didn't expect that the noble Baron in London, England, was an Oriental. I think there must be something interesting about you. I can't wait to learn about the mysterious and outstanding Oriental."

He raised one hand, and this simple action was used, but it had an unspeakable demeanor: "You came from afar, and it is time to eat now. If you don't mind, please let us go to the restaurant where you prepare a meal and have fun talking."

“Extreme honor!”

Under the leadership of Count Dracula, Lin Meng followed him to the side passage. The old man was dressed in a strange manner. He wore a robe with golden patterns. The background of the robe looked like blood. The length of the back was seven meters, and it was dragged to the ground like a carpet.

What makes people care about is that the pattern stripes are actually dragons! According to Dracula's explanation, this is the family's emblem mark.

If it were placed in the Qing Dynasty, the pattern of this dress alone would be enough to be executed by Lingchi, and it would also be implicated in the nine tribes. However, in the West, the dragon does not represent honor, but represents strength and evil!

The entire castle is made of rocks, and the restaurant is the same. Once you enter it, you can see a noticeable gold-edged picture frame with two thick white candles on both sides of the frame, and the flames swaying, illuminating the portrait of a middle-aged man.

The man in the painting has very similar facial features to Dracula, but he does not have the pale and evil inhuman atmosphere that he is now.

Discovering Lin Meng's observation portrait, Dracula smiled and explained: "This is...my ancestor, he was a devout Christian, hundreds of years ago... fighting for the Lord..."

"oh?"

Moving his body slowly, the old man walked to the front of the portrait of the wall, looking at the painting, his tone was filled with emotion and nostalgia: "At that time, the whole of Europe was threatened by... pagans. He picked up his sword... and left his wife to protect the church from foreign aggression, but the result..."

Dracula turned around, and with a self-deprecating smile, she spread her hands to Lin Meng: "I encountered a sad ending."

"That's really unfortunate. I regretted such a thing and became very curious. I was willing to let a guest from a foreign country listen to the glory of your ancestors hundreds of years ago and the misfortunes that make people sigh? I didn't want to find out the idea of ​​privacy, but if I talked about it, it might resonate with us."

"My ancestor was once a prominent nobleman in the East. In order to defend the monarch and fight against invading alien races, he was murdered by the monarch for false charges."

This sentence undoubtedly aroused a little favor from Dracula, and the respectful attitude he showed also satisfies the old man.

A strong sense of confidence surged into the old man's heart. The portrait on the wall was naturally Dracula himself. His wife's death hundreds of years ago had always been unwilling to him. Even vampires would be lonely when they stayed in the castle for so many years.

After all, vampires are transformed by humans, and they also have love and hate!

"I'm happy to tell you, please sit down."

Dracula picked up an exquisite hollowed-patterned silver wine pot and poured a glass of bright red wine for Lin Meng in a high-legged silver wine glass.

In Christianity, grape juice symbolizes the precious blood flowing for mankind by Jesus. The Gospel of John records Jesus’ words: “Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood will have eternal life, and I will raise him in the last days.” Therefore, grape juice is included in the church’s communion.

But wine is different, this is fermented from grape juice, and fermentation represents sin!

Putting the wine in front of the seat, Dracula raised his hand and signaled that the stone table had already placed food in silver plates. There were only three kinds of food, but at first glance it looked luxurious, a plate of chopped fruit, a plate of roast duck, and a whole shiny roast chicken.

“Please have a meal.”

Dracula pushed the tableware over: "I have eaten it... so I will not accompany you. I will tell you the story of an old man and a glorious ancestor when you are dining."

"No."

Although the food is abundant and Lin Meng is indeed hungry now, since he decided to arouse the favor of Count Dracula as much as possible, he naturally had to take a very respectful attitude, rather than showing an indifferent smile towards Dracula's portrait like the silly boy in the protagonist of the plot, which makes the old man angry.

"While eating and listening to the deeds of your ancestors, in our East, such actions are not respectful. When eating, they are more used to talk about less important things."

"Whether it is facing an old man or a sage that was admired hundreds of years ago, I should stand here and listen quietly with all my heart. This is the greatest respect for the noble family with great dragon-shaped badges. In the East, the dragon is the most noble creature. There is only one person in the world who is qualified to use the dragon-patterned mark, and that is the emperor."

"Earl, please tell me about your ancestors' deeds, and I will listen carefully."

When dealing with people like Dracula, ordinary compliments will not work, but Lin Meng knows his deeds and personality, and understands that for this guy, his surname, his ancient record, his anger towards the church, and his dead wife, are the things he cherishes the most.

"I understand a little, why a young and oriental boy was able to obtain aristocratic title in the proud and old-fashioned country of England. In this case, I will introduce to you the deeds of his ancestor Dracula."

The white-haired old man's smile was very comfortable.

"400 years ago, the Turks captured Constantinople, and the whole of Europe was in fear... At this time, my ancestors stood up and he led all the troops... It was a great battle. With only a few enemies, they destroyed the Turkish army, nailed all the enemies to spears, and corpses were everywhere... Europe finally saved..."

Gradually, the smile on his face began to disappear, changing to a melancholy: "The era of killing has passed... However, whenever I think of that era, I feel excited!"

He suddenly pulled out the bottom of the portrait, a long knight sword with a flashing cold light, dancing wildly. The old man who had been hunched before made this move was indescribable. At this time, his melancholy expression turned into anger again.

"But... the church, God, abandoned him! He fought to the death to protect the church and even more so to protect his lover! When he returned after the battle, he only saw the corpse of his lover."

He threw the sword aside and the old man covered his face and cried bitterly, but soon he stopped his emotions and changed into a calm voice: "Please forgive me... I have lost my composure, you know that when a person is old, he sometimes becomes rich in emotions."

"I fully understand your mood, and I can understand the mood of your ancestors at that time. Please let me be the identity of my future generations, express my sincerest remembrance for the great and tragic ancestor, for his original achievements, and for the pain of losing his lover."

Lin Meng bowed deeply to the portrait.
Chapter completed!