Chapter 378: 500-pound vampires

Chapter 378: 500-pound vampires



*BOOM!*

The recording device in Vladimir's hand shattered into a million pieces.

Dracula, barely suppressing his rage, stalked towards the pigsty, ready to silence his offspring permanently.

"You're dead meat!" Vladimir exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee as he surveyed the wreckage of his recording device. "You broke the radio!"

"Hmph, like a mere radio is beyond my means," Dracula scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "I am a Vampire Prince! Do you really think I cannot afford to replace such a trivial trinket?"

Vladimir nodded slowly, a sly smile spreading across his face. "True, but this particular radio belonged to Thor. I borrowed it from Master."

Dracula froze mid-step, his murderous intent evaporating like mist under a scorching sun.

The prospect of slaying his son could wait.

This... this was a matter of grave importance.

He crouched down, meticulously examining the shattered remnants of the recording device.

The mighty Vampire Prince, reduced to a bumbling tinkerer, desperately seeking a way to salvage the situation.

If he couldn't fix it...

Dracula shuddered to think of the consequences.

Tendrils of blood magic seeped from his fingertips, gathering the scattered fragments and painstakingly piecing them back together.

He was nothing if not thorough.

While Dracula toiled away, Vladimir seized the opportunity to slip into the living room and discreetly hand Mike a crumpled piece of paper.

"My esteemed Master," he said, his voice as smooth as silk, "do you recall the radio you lent me yesterday?"

Mike blinked. "Yes, I believe I also lent you 100,000 gold coins along with it." Vladimir: ???

100,000 gold coins? Where had that come from?

"Actually, you know what, forget about the gold," Mike said magnanimously, waving his hand dismissively. "Consider it your Employee of the Year bonus."

With the radio incident settled, Mike turned his attention to more pressing matters.

Vladimir had informed him that the pigsty was indeed home to a significant number of Pig Monsters.

Including Dracula's long-lost son!

"Excuse me, ma'am," Mike said, addressing Remus's mother. "I was wondering if, perhaps, around ninety years ago, a middle-aged man happened to pass through this town?"

The woman's eyes widened in recognition. "Yes! Yes, he did!"

Apparently, after careful consideration, Dracula had decided to let his son live.

This wasn't due to any paternal instincts on Dracula's part. In his mind, his son was as good as

dead.

However, he was now at Thor's mercy.

A son, even a disappointing one, was still an asset.

Vladimir had already proven himself to be a liability, eager to throw Dracula under the bus at

any given opportunity.

Therefore, if Dracula wanted to curry favor with their new master, he needed to prove his

worth.

"This... is my former son, now a nameless Vampire Duke, stripped of his birthright."

Under Dracula's watchful eye, the bruised and battered Duke bowed low, his posture a display of subservience.

"Spare me the theatrics," Mike interrupted, cutting straight to the chase. "Why haven't you

killed him yet?"

Knowing Dracula as he did, Mike couldn't fathom why he would allow his son to live after

nearly a century of porcine existence.

Dracula hesitated, casting a wary glance at Vladimir. "He was the deputy leader of the Blood Ancestor's personal guard," he finally admitted. "He was present in the Blood Ancestor's divine kingdom during the attempt to ascend to Supreme Being."

That was a compelling argument.

Vladimir's face darkened.

Dracula, it seemed, was even more cunning than he had realized. To think he had managed to place his own son as a high-ranking member of the Blood Ancestor's guard...

The circumstances surrounding the Blood Ancestor's downfall remained shrouded in mystery.

However, now was not the time to dwell on ancient history.

There were more pressing matters at hand.

"He claims..." Dracula continued, his voice grave, "that he encountered Apollo."

"Oh?" Mike raised an eyebrow. "And what did Apollo have to say?"

The pale-faced Duke trembled, his voice a barely audible whisper.

"To break the cycle... journey east... dog devours the sun..." "When the moon is high... and the town empty...the cycle can be broken..."