章 1211: Vampires

Bloodmoon Empire—inside the Royal Castle...

"Lord, Cassandra is dead..." Spoke a kneeling vampire in a respectful voice.

Alistair, who was sitting on a throne, tilted the vine glass—filled with blood-red liquid—in his hand and took a sip.

"Any information about the culprit?" He asked in a calm voice while savouring the taste of the fresh blood.

"There is no information for now, but we suspect that it is the work of the dragons..." The kneeling vampire responded and continued. "Before we lost contact with her, she had informed us that she was following a woman who was heading toward the dragon islands."

Alistair tapped his finger on the armrest of the chair, and after a moment of silence, he stood up.

"Bring me Cassandra's shattered life lamp."

The kneeling vampire immediately left the throne room upon hearing Alistair's order and came back in less than a minute.