The Return Of The Lord God [Quick Travel]

Western Fantasy World [Arc 6.7- 6.8]

Arc 6.7 [Chapter 107]

The graceful sea-swallow arrived in front of Yaphisor in no time at all, holding him by the chin and pinning him to the tree.

"Kittens are so cute when they're angry," Curtisno grinned, leaning down and sniffing Yaphisor's neck, "My kitten smells good too."

Curtisno was pushed several steps away as Yaphisor threw out an advanced light spell, and with a helpless chuckle, Curtisno continued, unafraid, "My kitten is not only cute but also a little scary."

Giving him a glare filled with daggers, Yaphisor put the hood of his cloak on his head, his face instantly hidden. "So much nonsense. Why don't we just go?"

"Heh, so shy." Running his hand along the outer edge of the hood and patting Yaphisor's cheek, Curtisno snapped his fingers and a spatial rift appeared in front of them.

Opening the door to the space, Curtisno's hand reached out and cupped Yaphisor's chin to lift his head to meet his own, "Are you coming with me into the territory of the Blood clan? It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out. "

Yaphisor cursed his hypocrisy and said with a purse, "If I say I don't want to, will you let me go?"

Curtisno laughed at that and said, "Of course not."

"Then what the hell are you talking about." Rolling his eyes, Yaphisor took the lead and stepped into the world of vampires.

Curtisno, who had followed, put his hand on his chin and rubbed it while saying, "Brave boy," before following suit.

The Bloods love the night, and most of the vampire territory is dark as the night. The entrance was guarded by a team of 13th generations.

As soon as Curtisno and Yaphisor crossed into the territory, they were spotted and questioned by the guards.

The guards were only a group of lowly civilians of the thirteenth generation, and the tenth generation vampires could already take their breath away, not to mention the pure and strong second-generation vampires.

Several of the guards felt the powerful aura emanating from Curtisno and half-kneeled to the ground in unison and said respectfully, "Greetings, my lord."

The leader of the guards, a 10th generation, boldly asked, "I wonder which family you are, my lord. I don't seem to have seen you before."

In a low voice, Curtisno said, "I am Count Curtisno, a 6th generation Blood of the fallen noble house of Vander in the western belt. I have been living in the human world, so, normally, you have not seen me before. "

A string of memories flooded into the minds of the group of guards, and the leader of the guards hurriedly said, "O, I remember, there is indeed a slightly forlorn castle in the west belonging to the Vander family. Please don't take offence if I have offended much, Count. "

Curtisno smiled slightly and said, "No matter, you are also doing your job impartially. May I go then?"

The guards hurriedly rose to make way for the two men and said, "Please take your time, my lord count."

When they left the guard's visible range, the surroundings were still dark.

Seeing the unfamiliar landscape around him, Yaphisor asked Curtisno, "How do we go about this? Did you bring me to the Bloods because Prince Wales is in Blood territory?"

Curtisno looked around and shook his head, "He may or may not be there. Come on, first accompany me back to my home."

Yaphisor raised an eyebrow, "You weren't just lying to the guards? Is it true that your castle is in the West? "