As mind-boggling as the conversation between the blonde driver and the “master” was, everyone did not seem to understood what they were talking about, because they were speaking in pure Greek. The only comprehensible word was “Baidu”, but that did not mean a thing though.
The blonde driver appeared calm as if he had been numb to his master’s reprimand, or maybe he was simply sadomasochistic. Either way, he took a step back to make way for his master. “My head notwithstanding, I’m still taller than you,” he said.
“I can’t believe I have brought such a jerk.”
The young woman in the car croaked, and finally bent over and climbed out. She had waist-length long hair, fair complexion, and beautiful, sharp facial features of the Eurasian. Wearing a black dress of the finest fabrics, she was obviously very wealthy.
Following that, the door on the other side swung open. Another young woman climbed out. This one had high nose and distinctive European facial features. She was even more attractive than the ‘master’ was. She was seductive, with almost perfect body wearing a gown-like black corset. A laced petal was on the chest, which was originally a symbol of gaudiness, but somehow it just looked so right on this peculiar woman.
She was so seductive that she seemed like a medieval noble woman straight out of a movie, her every gesture had a distinctive but unpretentious noble aura; she was simply irresistible.
Expensive car was a rare scene in Southern Suburb. The moment it rolled into the town, it instantly turned heads. But the spotlight shifted quickly when the seductive woman emerged, all eyes were fixated on her. Somehow, people were more wondering where these strangers came from. Were they here for a movie set? Their attires seemed so much out of place in this little town.
“Kassandra,” said the long, straight-haired ‘master’, turning to look at the seductive woman who was walking up to her reverently. “How did you manage to steal the limelight away from me every time?”
The woman named Kassandra folded her hands across her tummy, her body bowed slight as a sign of respect and said, “Because my boobs are bigger than yours.”
The ‘master’ smacked herself on the forehead. “Having you here is a real kick in the pants,” she mumbled to herself.
The blonde driver said, “Master, it was Hesperides; she kicked you out of the door when you were adamant to pass through the sixth shadowy crack.”
The ‘master’ became furious. She shouted, “Turcan!”
Just as she was about to lash out, someone suddenly came out of a nearby restaurant. It was Nangong Wudi coming to check out outside when he heard the ruckus. He saw a car parked in front of the restaurant, and three persons with out-of-this-world appearances standing next to the car. He did not know model the car was because he was not interested at all. But he did recognise the girl with black, straight hair. “Vivian, you’re here! Are the two of them your friends?”
The unexpected visitors were none other than Hessiana and her two sidekicks—Turcan, the higher vampire, and Kassandra from the sanctuary in Athens.
Hessiana was lifting her leg about to boot Turcan out of the way. She froze when she heard the name ‘Vivian’. Her two sidekicks turned and looked at Nangong Wudi. “You know Vivian Ancestor?” Turcan asked in surprise with his half-baked Chinese accent.
Nangong Wudi did a double take. Then he noticed this ‘Vivian’ was different. Though they looked almost identical at first glance, the real Vivian could never afford such expensive clothes.
The deep-rooted image of the poor vampire was so unmistakable, but Wudi did not notice Hessiana was actually a size smaller than Vivian was.
Hessiana was just as suspicious as Nangong Wudi was. They began to size up each other. Hessiana spotted something hidden under the cloak of Nangong Wudi; it was a silver-plated buckling belt—a signature of demon hunters!
A demon hunter she had never met!
Hessiana tensed. She did not even notice the friendly tone of Nangong Wudi’s voice when he mentioned Vivian. Turcan and Kassandra were no slowpokes; they were senior Blood Clans with real skills though at times they were a little hilarious. The three vampires swiftly formed an indistinct formation of a triangle covering each other’s back. Their move seemed so casual but it allowed them to launch attack or flee easily. The temperature in the air suddenly plunged. The cold air was carrying a spiritual power that imperceptible to ordinary humans but powerful enough to disturb their minds. The onlookers felt the inexplicable uneasiness and left the scene.
Nangong Wudi had wanted to ask the Vivian-lookalike girl, but he too sensed a magical power in the air. His demon hunter’s instinct told him that he should draw out his rune cards and sacred silver daggers.
So a battle was imminent.
A voice suddenly came from the other side of the road. “Hey! What’s going on there?”
Nangong Wudi and Hessiana looked into the direction of the sound and were gobsmacked to see Hao Ren trotting over.
Hao Ren was just as confused. He was taking Lil Pea out for a stroll, while on their way home he suddenly remembered Vivian had asked him to buy some food and soy sauce. For convenience’s sake, since he had come to this part of the town, he decided to head to Nangong’s restaurant to get what Vivian wanted. As he came before a junction just around the restaurant, he felt a familiar chill and followed it. Then he found Nangong Wudi was in a standoff with the three who seemed to be non-humans.
When looking from behind, he found the three looked rather familiar. When Hessiana turned her head around, he thought it was Vivian but stopped short of calling out her name. He quickly recognised her; she was not Vivian, the poor vampire could never afford such an expensive outfit, he thought.
Whoever that girl was, the first thought came to his mind was Vivian, the poor vampire.
“Hessiana?” Hao Ren looked at the rare visitor in surprise. “What led you here?” He looked at the two beside her. “They are…”
Hao Ren looked at the blonde and the seductive woman. The two had the perfect look and unique temperament of the higher Blood Clan; they could survive in anywhere by just showing their looks like flashing credit card, as long as the place there were in had a normal perception of aesthetics. Theoretically, they were recognisable easily. But it was a pity that when Hao Ren was in the Athens sanctuary, the sheer number of handsome Blood Clans had confused his perception. Hao Ren felt they look familiar but not managed to identify them at first glance.
“Turcan,” the blonde man said as he bowed graciously. “This is Kassandra. I would like to send you regards on behalf of the Hessiana family.”
Hessiana immediately glared at Turcan. “Shut up! I haven’t spoken yet, stop being be la-di-da!”
The ‘mini Vivian’ had a deep-rooted dislike about Hao Ren, like the disapproval of a rebellious teenager towards her stepfather. Hao Ren did not know why Hessiana behaved in the way she was behaving, he could only returned a forced smile.
“This is Hessiana, Vivian’s… mini version,” Hao Ren said, pointing to the Vivian-lookalike who had an opposite temperament. “We met at the Athens sanctuary. She was the patriarch of a family.”
Then he pointed to Nangong Wudi. “This is father of Nangong Wuyue.”
Hessiana said in surprise. “Oh, she finally found them?”
Yeah,” Hao Ren replied, sounding effortlessly. “It wasn’t easy though. All the way from the otherworld.”
“Oh, come on,” said Hessiana, rolling her eyes. “Sound like it was you who accomplished all that.”
Hao Ren just smiled and said nothing, thinking what her expression would be like if he brought her for a tour on his spaceship—as long as he did not reveal the information about the Space Administration and the Macro World. But judging from Hessiana’s clinginess to Vivian, she might eventually find out the truth that her ‘mother’ was a frequent traveller to the otherworlds.
The standoff was just a small misunderstanding. When Nangong Wudi knew they were friends, he was all smile and invited them into his restaurant. Hessiana was very friendly with everyone except Hao Ren.