Chapter 98: Impossible Nightmare

Two of the Vampire Slaves observing Max from the six story building had a light-hearted conversation, further analyzing Max's miserable situation. As they chatted, they watched without a sense of urgency.

"In my opinion," the one speaking paused for some time, like he was thinking. "This young man is meant for bigger challenges than having Wild Vampires to surround him." His naturally deep red eyes showed no sense of humor, his voice also humorless, casually throwing and catching back a little pebble in his palm.

Slightly confused, "You are confusing not me alone, eh... including yourself." The young one said as he scratched his hair. "He doesn't have Vampire Melanin covering him at all, eh? Just a pathetic sword in his hand." He said, observing a strand of his hair that he pricked out.

"So in my opinion, he's nothing big and there isn't anything special about. And just like that, weee.... heheh, he is going to die like the few ones that have come and died."