Chapter 88 - 88 Lohart’s out of luck.

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Lohart's out of luck.

Dracula and Tesla, two vampires, emerged from the dark moon and appeared before a seemingly simple yet meticulously repaired wooden cabin.

Not far from the cabin was a lush lettuce field, half of the lettuce had been harvested, but the remaining lettuce was still vibrant and thriving under the moonlight.

Seeing the familiar lettuce, Tesla was deeply moved.

It was these lettuces that had sustained him through an entire week of desperate hunger! It was also thanks to these lettuces that he had managed to drag his weakened body from Serbia all the way to Romania, ultimately delivering crucial information back to Dracula's castle.

"Robert!"

Tesla couldn't control his emotions and stumbled toward the modest wooden cabin, calling out loudly.

"Robert, are you there? I've come to visit you!"

His calls echoed, but no one answered. Tesla's expression shifted from confusion to increasing sadness and despair.

Just as he was about to force open the door to check on his old friend, the cabin window suddenly opened.

"Who's there, making such a racket in the middle of the night?" Robert's elderly face appeared at the window, looking disgruntled. "It's quite odd. Even though I've secluded myself in such a remote place, there are still people here disturbing the peace!"

Tesla's emotional expression froze.

As a vampire, it was entirely normal for him to be active at night, so he had subconsciously assumed that Robert's sleeping hours would be during the day, thinking he would not be resting at this time...

Robert, lacking the exceptional night vision of vampires, peered out for a long while but failed to see the dark-clad Dracula and Tesla.

Seeing no response, Robert muttered a curse and promptly slammed the wooden window shut.

"Well, it seems Robert doesn't remember you, but at least we can see he's quite confident," Dracula patted Tesla on the shoulder to comfort him. "Clearly, the amnesia curse's side effects haven't manifested in him, so you needn't worry about your friend's safety."

Tesla, listening to Dracula's comforting words, nodded with a wry smile.

Yet, he found it hard to believe that a friend who had weathered hardships with him could so recklessly forget him.

Undeterred, Tesla approached the window outside Robert's room and gently tapped on the frame.

"Robert, it's me, Tesla," Tesla said softly, "I've come to visit you. Could you come out and talk with me for a while?"

After a moment, the window was swung open.

"Was that you shouting outside just now?" Robert, shirtless and clearly displeased, looked at Tesla from the window. "Why on earth would I be out here talking to you in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Who do you think you are?"

"You don't recognize me? I'm your old friend, Tesla, from the same boat journey!" Tesla said urgently.

Robert stared at him in silence, his eyes shifting as if trying to recall something.

Under the starry night sky, the Danube River appeared fragmented and delicate.

Countless starlights were shattered in the river's ripples, and a gentle breeze created layers of ripples, with a few leaves floating on the water's surface, adding a touch of trivial imperfection to the bright star points.

By this beautiful river lay a dirty, disheveled man wearing only a pair of shorts.

His face and hair were covered with dried, hard, yellowish dirt, and his entire body was covered in a dusty color, as if he had rolled in the dirty ground multiple times.

Nevertheless, if one looked closely, they might still recognize his distinctive facial features and golden hair coated with wax.

When Dracula and Tesla arrived at the Danube River's shore, this was the scene they saw—

Lothar lay on the ground, filthy, occasionally groaning in pain. However, since Dracula had forgotten to lift the silencing spell on him, his lips were still stuck together, making it impossible for him to cry out and adding to the sense of misery.

"Lord Dracula, I'm too dull to understand why you brought me here to find such a destitute wanderer," Tesla said hesitantly, unable to hold back his curiosity.

Even Dracula, despite his keen eyes, took a while to recognize this was Lothar and was now unsure how to start.

"Hmm..." he said with frustration. "Although I don't know how to explain it to you, this wanderer you're referring to is actually the wizard who erased Robert's memory..."

Seeing Lothar's disheveled state, not only Tesla but Dracula was also in a state of bewilderment.

He couldn't understand how Lothar could have ended up in such a pitiful state in just a few short hours...

"Ah?" Hearing Dracula's explanation, Tesla couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. "So Robert's memory was erased by such a wretched guy?"

The thought of Robert being affected by such a pitiable wanderer made Tesla feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, Lothar, reacting to Tesla's exclamation, raised his head and saw Dracula approaching.

"Uh-uh mm-mmm! Mmm-mm——"

His lips were stuck together, so he could only shout with his mouth closed, standing up with tears and snot streaming down, rushing toward Dracula.

Dracula, feeling disgusted, extended his hand to keep Lothar a foot away, and then lifted the silencing spell from his mouth.

"Mmm-mm... Wah——" Lothar finally opened his mouth and began to cry.

His sobs were heart-wrenching, deeply moving, and soul-piercing, making anyone who saw or heard it feel deeply saddened...

"Alright, alright, tell me what happened tonight. How did you end up like this?" Seeing his intense sorrow, Dracula softened his tone, speaking as if comforting a child.

After crying for a while, Lothar, through his sobs and trembling, recounted what had happened earlier.

"Where did you go earlier, and why did you leave me alone?!" He let tears and snot flow into his mouth as he loudly complained. "Not long after you left, I felt extremely hungry. But I didn't dare to go far, afraid you wouldn't find me when you returned. So I only dared to search for something to eat nearby..."

Lothar, being a renowned write