"Mr. Montgomery, may I ask if you are joking?" Vanas asked with an awkward smile that didn't lose its elegance.
Randall responded with a smile, "Of course, you are an important partner of my master. I naturally wouldn't play such an impolite joke on you."
After speaking, Randall said with a hint of reminiscence, "That was about two hundred years ago. I lived here for almost thirty years. It's truly a beautiful place with picturesque mountains and clear waters. At that time, His Majesty Charles was a wise emperor, and Guinness was arguably the strongest among all the northern kingdoms."
Looking at Randall's appearance, Vanas was immediately very surprised. "Two hundred years? And my great-grandfather?"
Elaina sized him up carefully. "You look to be only in your thirties. How could you possibly live for two hundred years?"
Virginia squinted at Randall, sniffed, and then said with a look of disgust, "A corrupt, bloody stench."
Mir interrupted their doubts and said bluntly, "He's not wrong. For a high-level vampire, two hundred years is but a fleeting moment."
"High… High-level vampire!?" Hearing this, Vanas and Elaina simultaneously widened their eyes, their expressions shocked.
Virginia was also very surprised upon hearing this. She sized up Randall confidently, her eyes shining. "This is the first time I've seen a high-level vampire."
Vampires were a special form. They did not belong to humans, nor to kin, monsters, demons, or ancient beasts. There was no clear positioning for them in the entire mystical system.
In the end, scholars had no choice but to separate this race and form a new category: Vampiridae.
Vampiridae included many. The blood bats Silas had encountered before were one type within Vampiridae. It also included bird-headed mosquitoes, bloodthirsty beasts, low-level vampires, female vampires, mid-level vampires, and finally, high-level vampires.
The strength of vampires was mainly related to age, and their actual combat effectiveness was difficult to judge.
However, there were two most dangerous types among them: female vampires and high-level vampires.
Female vampires could transform into human form, were afraid of light and mercury, could not fly, had agile bodies, could become invisible, and possessed extraordinary strength.
This type of vampire was once known as the witcher killer because their invisibility ability, before the invention of silver-grey powder, was the nightmare of all monster hunters.
Female vampires had an extreme craving for blood, capable of draining an adult's entire blood supply in an average week. They could also survive by drinking animal blood, but human blood was like a drug; once tasted, they became addicted.
Therefore, female vampires were very aggressive towards humans and could transform into human form. On the mystical circle's danger index, she was 90 out of 100, belonging to the extremely dangerous category.
Apart from female vampires, the second type was high-level vampires.
High-level vampires were an existence that all mystics would find troublesome. Because high-level vampires themselves were not creatures, but rather a condensation of mystical phenomena, belonging to high-level beings.
They possessed near-eternal life and could not be killed by any means.
Yes, by any means. Even if you burned them to ashes, leaving not even a speck, they would split off from their other kin a hundred years later, forming a new individual.
Additionally, high-level vampires were not afraid of sunlight or mercury and had almost no weaknesses. They could transform into black mist, fly as bats, easily convert humans into their servants, and possessed super strong self-healing and strength, arguably a nearly perfect form.
They were even close to overcoming their dependence on blood.
Once, a human sage fell in love with a high-level vampire. During the three hundred years that the sage lived, that vampire did not drink a single drop of blood and still lived vivaciously.
Randall smiled slightly and bowed. "Yes, Your Majesty. This master witcher is correct. I am a high-level vampire, already 573 years old this year."
Vanas and Elaina looked at each other, both seeing the shock in the other's eyes.
Then Elaina suddenly turned her head and asked Silas tentatively, "This is the person you were talking about?"
Silas put down his leg and stood up. "Yes, this is the person I was talking about."
"He's your attendant!?" Elaina asked, her eyes wide.
Silas slightly raised his chin and said with a proud smile, "I suppose so."
"Not 'I suppose so,' but 'it is so.' Master is our leader, my elder, our enlightener," Randall said with a serious expression.
Hearing the personal admission, Elaina turned to look at Silas, blinking, speechless.
Vanas, beside them, leaned back in her chair, raised her hand to support her forehead, her wide sleeve concealing her expression.
And behind the sleeve, Vanas revealed an expression of worship like that of a fanatic, her red lips stretched wide, her face flushed, like a yandere young girl, her facial expression looking somewhat terrifying.
Pfft!
Due to some excitement, she couldn't hold back her laughter.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Maria asked hurriedly.
Vanas quickly said, "It's nothing, I just sneezed. You all continue chatting."
Everyone "oh"-ed. After all, the Queen's gaffe was not something ordinary people could see.
However, they didn't know that Vanas's eyes were wide open at this moment, her mouth stretched wide, smiling with an exaggerated facial expression.
As everyone's attention was focused on Randall, they didn't pay too much attention to Vanas's abnormality.
Helles walked over here and saluted respectfully. "Teacher, long time no see."
Randall smiled and nodded. "It can be seen that your growth is very rapid. Master should be very pleased."
Silas said with satisfaction, "Not bad, a bit earlier than I expected."
"Your will is the Lord's will; not a moment can be delayed," Randall replied seriously.
Virginia also walked over. "Although I greatly dislike the corrupt, bloody smell on you, since you are the guide for the awakening of the Barren Evil Dragon Envoy, you can also earn my respect. Moreover, you believe in that existence. I believe He will definitely heal you, Noble of Blood."
These words made even an old hand like Randall somewhat confused. He turned to look at Silas.
"She is not a believer. Let Helles tell you," Silas directly pushed it to Helles.
Afterward, Helles explained in a low voice, and Randall understood. "Since she has already left the Radiant Church, then she is one of us."
Elaina looked at Randall's respectful attitude towards Silas and became even more puzzled. "What exactly is the reason that makes such a powerful vampire so respectful to this unremarkable fellow?"
Silas turned and introduced Elaina and Mir to Randall respectively.
After mutual introductions and getting acquainted, Mir's rating of Silas directly rose by at least five grades!
He knew very well that he was no match for this high-level vampire. Not in his prime, and even less so in his current state.
He might have been able to suppress Silas before, but this fellow's arrival had completely overturned the status of who was the host and who was the guest.
"I must remind Her Majesty of the seriousness of the situation," Mir said, turning to look at Vanas.
At this moment, Vanas was looking down, supporting her forehead, her head trembling slightly, as if she had a headache.
"Your Majesty!?" Mir asked tentatively.
Vanas hurriedly lowered her arm and said calmly, "What is it, Grandpa Mir?"
Mir, with his keen insight, squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Since we have this helper, we should discuss the next step of the plan."