Chapter 494
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Dracula stopped abruptly in mid-air under the gaze of all the customers. He looked at Julian and Crassus who were walking towards the restaurant, and his expression changed slightly. He jumped back nimbly and landed on the ground. He forced a smile, and said, "Why would I do that? As a noble Vampire, I, Dracula, would never do something like cutting the queue. Julian, Lord Crassus, please do as you please. I'll go to the back of the line first."
As soon as Dracula turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, and a few drops of cold sweat trickled down his cheeks. Although admitting defeat was a shameful thing for a level-nine Vampire Ancestor, it was obviously a wise choice to admit defeat in front of two level-ten great mages, the God of Fire and the Lord of Ice.
What's wrong with this world? I almost got into trouble when I cut the queue. Luckily, I stopped in time. Otherwise, I would have been hung up and beaten. These two are the ferocious people who annihilated the man-eating demons. Dracula sighed in his heart, and quickened his pace, afraid that Julian and Crassus would stop him.
"Today, little Amy defeated a 4th-tier Mage with melee magic in the challenge against the Mage Tower. It turns out that melee magic is still far stronger than long-range magic," Crassus said to Julian proudly. He could not be bothered with Dracula at all.
"A 4th-tier Mage!"
"Is Little Boss's strength already so terrifying?"
"A 4th-tier Mage at the age of four! Such talent is simply a peerless genius. Even Princess Irina back then could not become a 4th-tier Mage at the age of four, right? "
The customers at the entrance of the restaurant were in an uproar when they heard Crassus' words. They saw Amy acting cute every day, and subconsciously thought of her as a harmless little girl. Now that they suddenly heard that she had defeated a 4th-tier Mage, the shock in their hearts was indescribable.
A 4th-tier magician would be a mid-tier magician. In the castellan's castle and the Gray Temple, a magician would be able to hold the position of a small team leader.
"Looks like Little Amy is Mamy's hidden expert. She wasn't trying to act cute when she said she was super fierce. She really is super fierce!" Harrison sighed. It looked like he couldn't underestimate Little Amy anymore.
Gjerj nodded with a smile, and said, "That's right. When Parmer came home today, he told me that Little Boss had become Chaos School's little hero. He defeated two powerful magic casters from the Magus Tower on his own, and forced the Magus Tower to admit defeat."
"A four-year-old magician of the fourth rank? It seems that the little girl is indeed a super genius. It is necessary to let the clan know about this. Those juniors must not provoke this little girl who has two terrifying masters. "Count thought to himself when he heard everyone's conversation.
"He's just a 4th-tier magic caster. In a few days, even a 5th-tier magic caster will be defeated by Amy's ice magic." Julian pursed his lips. He wasn't angry at Crassus' words at all. Instead, he appeared to be very confident.
His words created quite a stir among the customers. How long had it been since Julian and Crassus had accepted a disciple? Ai Mi's strength had improved so quickly that she was most likely going to break one record after another in the magic world. As expected of someone whom the Lord of Ice and the Lord of Fire were fighting over to take in as their disciple, even going as far as to set aside their century-old grudge to take in.
"When that time comes, 6th-tier magic casters will already be trembling under Little Amy's magic caster's staff." Crassus also didn't back down. He walked to the front of the sweet team.
"Who knows?" Julian chuckled coldly. He stood in front of the savory team. His icy aura clashed with the fiery aura of the sweet and savory team, and the atmosphere between the sweet and savory teams became tense again.
"An elven brat?" Dracula was quite relieved that Crassus and Julian weren't targeting him. He glanced at Blour as he passed by him, and murmured to himself with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"It sure is rare to see a self-proclaimed demon." Blour looked at Dracula with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Are you talking about me, little brat?" Dracula stopped in his tracks and raised his chin to look at Blour with a disdainful expression as he said, "Do vampires have noble bloodlines? Among demons, we only drink blood, and our actions are noble and graceful. "
"Is that so? I heard that there was a vampire who was forced by the elven princess to eat grass for several days on Demon Island. That must be one of the elven gentlemen vampires who only drink fresh blood, right? "Blour asked Dracula with a curious expression.
All of the customers around them were trying to suppress their laughter. Even though they didn't know whether Blour was telling the truth, they couldn't help but burst into laughter at the thought of a vampire being forced to eat grass.
That little brat even knows about something like that?! Dracula glared at Blour. However, if he were to admit to this at a time like this, he would be too ashamed to eat in this restaurant in the future. As such, his expression quickly returned to normal, and he cleared his throat as he said, "How could something like that happen? Even if it did happen, it definitely wouldn't be a vampire, and it definitely wouldn't be me."
"Is that so?" Blour looked at Dracula with a skeptical expression. Why was this guy in such a hurry to draw a line between himself and him?
"Of course it's true! Us vampires have extremely strong self-esteem and character. We definitely wouldn't eat grass, "Dracula replied with a firm expression.
"Then what flavor do you eat for tofu pudding?" Constantine suddenly asked.
"Of course it's salty …" Dracula looked at the smiles on everyone's faces, and suddenly felt as if he had been completely humiliated. He glared at Constantine as he turned to walk toward the back of the line.
"That's a good question." Blour turned to Constantine with a hint of approval in his eyes. He didn't think that Constantine would be able to ask such a profound question. It was quite a pleasant feeling to be able to see a demon embarrass himself.
"You're far too kind. May I know your name, brother?" Constantine turned to Blour with a smile. He was initially feeling a little flustered after being glared at by Dracula, but Blour's praise filled him with energy again.
"Blour," Blour replied in an indifferent manner before turning away from Constantine.
Blour … At the very least, knowing his name is a form of improvement. Young Mistress Shirley won't be able to make any progress, so perhaps I can find a breakthrough from her brother. Constantine's eyes lit up with elation.
"Why aren't you arguing today?"
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