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The two middle aged men outside had the typical Caucasian look. Tall nose and a pronounced eye, their grey-blue eyes carried with them an unspoken sense of pride. Their hair was a shade of greyish-brown and they were at least 185cm. Their build was strong and martial, and they were clad in fitting black suits. The suits were supposed to make them look smart and dignified, but instead they look more like goons from the underworld. It's hard not to imagine them having tattoos all over their body, and a few more battle scars here and there.
Both of them look almost alike, both in physique and appearance, almost like a pair of twins. One of them had a scar near his eyebrows that could probably serve as a differentiation. As they saw Hao Ren open the door, both of them spoke, almost at the same time. "Does the Baroness live here?"
Hao Ren was perplexed for a moment, and was wondering why were there so many foreigners in this ungodly part of the Southern Suburbs. The word 'Baroness' did not immediately clicked and he asked, "Perhaps you've gotten the wrong address? We only have nor... Wait! Are you looking for Vivian?"
He suddenly recalled that there was indeed a 'Baroness' at home, but her current situation does not even come close to dignify the title.
"Seems like following the bats was the right choice." The two strangers took a glance at each other. The one with the scar then smiled at Hao Ren, baring his fangs. "Seems that you are the owner of this shelter. We heard from our younglings about you. We are the Ebbens, you could say, an old 'friend' of the Baroness. By chance is she home to meet us? She may yet still recognise us. Oh and of course, we come in peace today. Please do relay our message to her."
The Ebbens! Hao Ren had almost forgotten about them. When Casar and Ewan left, they did mention that they would be reporting what had happened here and that the Elders would be visiting if possible. But he never thought that they would pay a visit this soon, and the Elders of the tribe are these two middle-aged foreigners?
"Mr. Landlord, who's at the door?" Vivian asked as she saw Hao Ren had standing by the gate for a good while and walked up to see what's going on. "Is it for the utility bills... Uh... You two... why do you look so familiar?"
"Forgetful as always, Baroness." The scarred stranger said as Vivian showed up. A flash of alarm appeared on his face as the vampire spoke, but he quickly hid it behind a hearty laugh, as though as he was just visiting an old friend. "You really don't remember us? The Ebben twins, the ones that you had taken care so much of."
Something slowly dawned on Vivian as she wiped her hands on the apron. "Ohhh... Ohhhhhhh... You two! We fought before. I remember now. What are you two doing here? To get beaten up again?"
The two Ebbens looked at each other with a slightly dumbfounded look. The one without the scar then spoke, " Some time back the younglings of our tribe did say to you that the Ebbens would be sending the Elders to visit the Baroness, so here we are. No plans to fight this time."
Vivian furrowed her brow, "you two are elders now? Both of you're barely a thousand year old right? Where had those ancients went? Jaeger and uh... Akry if I'm not wrong?"
The scarred one's face turned dark in an instant, "Elder Jaeger was assassinated by demon hunters five hundred years ago. The other one is Ackeriy not Akry... Elder Ackeriy had tried to look for the Sirens a hundred years ago and have disappeared without a trace. So now, both of us are the ranking members of the tribe... Sigh... well you are indeed an old acquintance of the Ebbens, no harm telling you that."
"Things got that bad?" Vivian was surprised, she softly nudged Hao Ren by the shoulder and said, "Mr Landlord, let them in. They are guests after all."
As the Ebbens stepped into the house, Hao Ren locked the gate and door shut. He was conflicted. This scene of the elders of the strongest werewolf tribe visiting one of the oldest living vampire... it was so without rituals or pomp, not even a letter. The werewolves even dressed up like businessmen to keep their cover, the clothes totally at odds with their feral self. They even took an illegal taxi to their place. As they walked in Hao Ren caught sight of a rickety junk at the far end of the street. This was supposed to be a monumental event, but it was so... unceremonious, so unlike a meeting of two titans of their kind. From this scene alone one could tell how far the supernaturals on Earth had fallen.
The two strangers caught Lily's utmost attention. As she stared at the duo, she started jabbering with a slanted head, "I heard that, you two are werewolves from the Ebbens? We are distant relatives then~"
She was still insisting that she was a special type of werewolf.
"This is..." the scarred werewolf gave Lily who was in a funny pose a weird look. Seeing that, she quickly popped out her ears and tails, "I'm a werewolf too! A special type!"
"Oh, so you are the one that Casar talked about. Funny how they almost lost their lives for you. Lily right?" The scarred one had a slightly surprised look on his face. He then whispered to his partner, "I remember Casar only mentioning that she's an idiot, I never heard that she had issues with her neck?"
"Perhaps he missed it that time?"
"Seems pretty obvious to me..."
"What are you two mumbling about?" Vivian muttered as she looked on at the two werewolves whispering to each other, her displeasure written on her face. She placed a pot of tea on the table, "Here, drink it. This is my first time serving tea to a werewolf. Take it as my sincerity to talk business."
Lily perked up instantly, "You always make tea for me though..."
"Quiet, that's milk tea, you milk tea drinking simpleton."
The two werewolves were expectedly surprised by the scene, they would never thought that the ruthless Baroness would be treating them with any courtesy at all. Vivian then pointed towards her companions, "This is the landlord, Hao Ren, the one there is Lily, an oddball werewolf, this is Nangong Wuyue, a Siren. The one sitting by the window with the papers is Y'zaks, a demon. This are the people living in this place.
"Wait up!" Hao Ren said as he ran into the room and brought out a pot. Lil Pea was draped on the side of the pot looking a the two strangers curiously. Hao Ren pointed at the little mermaid using his chin, "This is Lil Pea, a mermaid."
"A mermaid? Isn't she a siren?" The scarred werewolves looked on in surprise. There were no pure-blooded mermaids on Earth, and the stories of mermaids actually came from the Sirens, hence the question. He then pointed to himself, "Let me introduce myself, I'm one of the Elders in the Ebbens tribe Elder Council, you can call me Bluphlei Ebbens..."
Hao Ren had just placed Lil Pea on the table and almost dropped the pot he was holding as he heard the name, "Blu-what?!"
"Bluphlei Ebbens," the scarred werewolf said seriously. "What's wrong with the name?"
It took Hao Ren a lot of effort to not go Pffft, he guessed only the Chinese would actually know what Bluefly actually meant. It was probably a very common name overseas, and so he quickly recomposed himself, "Ugh, nothing.. and the one guy there?"
"Blushedt Ebbens" the unscarred one answered.
"..."
Bloody hell, after a Bluefly, comes a Blueshit?
Years later Hao Ren could still remember how much effort he expended to keep a straight face. If it wasn't for the fact that these two werewolves was almost a thousand years old, he really thought that the two were just testing him for laughs. Who the bloody heck names their child shit?
Then again, these werewolves are already ancient by human standards, and there's even on named Farquer... Hao Ren decided that it would be better if he didn't ask any more questions about their names.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The two middle aged men outside had the typical Caucasian look. Tall nose and a pronounced eye, their grey-blue eyes carried with them an unspoken sense of pride. Their hair was a shade of greyish-brown and they were at least 185cm. Their build was strong and martial, and they were clad in fitting black suits. The suits were supposed to make them look smart and dignified, but instead they look more like goons from the underworld. It's hard not to imagine them having tattoos all over their body, and a few more battle scars here and there.
Both of them look almost alike, both in physique and appearance, almost like a pair of twins. One of them had a scar near his eyebrows that could probably serve as a differentiation. As they saw Hao Ren open the door, both of them spoke, almost at the same time. "Does the Baroness live here?"
Hao Ren was perplexed for a moment, and was wondering why were there so many foreigners in this ungodly part of the Southern Suburbs. The word 'Baroness' did not immediately clicked and he asked, "Perhaps you've gotten the wrong address? We only have nor... Wait! Are you looking for Vivian?"
He suddenly recalled that there was indeed a 'Baroness' at home, but her current situation does not even come close to dignify the title.
"Seems like following the bats was the right choice." The two strangers took a glance at each other. The one with the scar then smiled at Hao Ren, baring his fangs. "Seems that you are the owner of this shelter. We heard from our younglings about you. We are the Ebbens, you could say, an old 'friend' of the Baroness. By chance is she home to meet us? She may yet still recognise us. Oh and of course, we come in peace today. Please do relay our message to her."
The Ebbens! Hao Ren had almost forgotten about them. When Casar and Ewan left, they did mention that they would be reporting what had happened here and that the Elders would be visiting if possible. But he never thought that they would pay a visit this soon, and the Elders of the tribe are these two middle-aged foreigners?
"Mr. Landlord, who's at the door?" Vivian asked as she saw Hao Ren had standing by the gate for a good while and walked up to see what's going on. "Is it for the utility bills... Uh... You two... why do you look so familiar?"
"Forgetful as always, Baroness." The scarred stranger said as Vivian showed up. A flash of alarm appeared on his face as the vampire spoke, but he quickly hid it behind a hearty laugh, as though as he was just visiting an old friend. "You really don't remember us? The Ebben twins, the ones that you had taken care so much of."
Something slowly dawned on Vivian as she wiped her hands on the apron. "Ohhh... Ohhhhhhh... You two! We fought before. I remember now. What are you two doing here? To get beaten up again?"
The two Ebbens looked at each other with a slightly dumbfounded look. The one without the scar then spoke, " Some time back the younglings of our tribe did say to you that the Ebbens would be sending the Elders to visit the Baroness, so here we are. No plans to fight this time."
Vivian furrowed her brow, "you two are elders now? Both of you're barely a thousand year old right? Where had those ancients went? Jaeger and uh... Akry if I'm not wrong?"
The scarred one's face turned dark in an instant, "Elder Jaeger was assassinated by demon hunters five hundred years ago. The other one is Ackeriy not Akry... Elder Ackeriy had tried to look for the Sirens a hundred years ago and have disappeared without a trace. So now, both of us are the ranking members of the tribe... Sigh... well you are indeed an old acquintance of the Ebbens, no harm telling you that."
"Things got that bad?" Vivian was surprised, she softly nudged Hao Ren by the shoulder and said, "Mr Landlord, let them in. They are guests after all."
As the Ebbens stepped into the house, Hao Ren locked the gate and door shut. He was conflicted. This scene of the elders of the strongest werewolf tribe visiting one of the oldest living vampire... it was so without rituals or pomp, not even a letter. The werewolves even dressed up like businessmen to keep their cover, the clothes totally at odds with their feral self. They even took an illegal taxi to their place. As they walked in Hao Ren caught sight of a rickety junk at the far end of the street. This was supposed to be a monumental event, but it was so... unceremonious, so unlike a meeting of two titans of their kind. From this scene alone one could tell how far the supernaturals on Earth had fallen.
The two strangers caught Lily's utmost attention. As she stared at the duo, she started jabbering with a slanted head, "I heard that, you two are werewolves from the Ebbens? We are distant relatives then~"
She was still insisting that she was a special type of werewolf.
"This is..." the scarred werewolf gave Lily who was in a funny pose a weird look. Seeing that, she quickly popped out her ears and tails, "I'm a werewolf too! A special type!"
"Oh, so you are the one that Casar talked about. Funny how they almost lost their lives for you. Lily right?" The scarred one had a slightly surprised look on his face. He then whispered to his partner, "I remember Casar only mentioning that she's an idiot, I never heard that she had issues with her neck?"
"Perhaps he missed it that time?"
"Seems pretty obvious to me..."
"What are you two mumbling about?" Vivian muttered as she looked on at the two werewolves whispering to each other, her displeasure written on her face. She placed a pot of tea on the table, "Here, drink it. This is my first time serving tea to a werewolf. Take it as my sincerity to talk business."
Lily perked up instantly, "You always make tea for me though..."
"Quiet, that's milk tea, you milk tea drinking simpleton."
The two werewolves were expectedly surprised by the scene, they would never thought that the ruthless Baroness would be treating them with any courtesy at all. Vivian then pointed towards her companions, "This is the landlord, Hao Ren, the one there is Lily, an oddball werewolf, this is Nangong Wuyue, a Siren. The one sitting by the window with the papers is Y'zaks, a demon. This are the people living in this place.
"Wait up!" Hao Ren said as he ran into the room and brought out a pot. Lil Pea was draped on the side of the pot looking a the two strangers curiously. Hao Ren pointed at the little mermaid using his chin, "This is Lil Pea, a mermaid."
"A mermaid? Isn't she a siren?" The scarred werewolves looked on in surprise. There were no pure-blooded mermaids on Earth, and the stories of mermaids actually came from the Sirens, hence the question. He then pointed to himself, "Let me introduce myself, I'm one of the Elders in the Ebbens tribe Elder Council, you can call me Bluphlei Ebbens..."
Hao Ren had just placed Lil Pea on the table and almost dropped the pot he was holding as he heard the name, "Blu-what?!"
"Bluphlei Ebbens," the scarred werewolf said seriously. "What's wrong with the name?"
It took Hao Ren a lot of effort to not go Pffft, he guessed only the Chinese would actually know what Bluefly actually meant. It was probably a very common name overseas, and so he quickly recomposed himself, "Ugh, nothing.. and the one guy there?"
"Blushedt Ebbens" the unscarred one answered.
"..."
Bloody hell, after a Bluefly, comes a Blueshit?
Years later Hao Ren could still remember how much effort he expended to keep a straight face. If it wasn't for the fact that these two werewolves was almost a thousand years old, he really thought that the two were just testing him for laughs. Who the bloody heck names their child shit?
Then again, these werewolves are already ancient by human standards, and there's even on named Farquer... Hao Ren decided that it would be better if he didn't ask any more questions about their names.
