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In a private room above a bar...

Damon sat with a few men and women in strange clothes. A young witch with gray hair, who looked a little old, but had strange flesh on her skin, sat quietly in her seat. Only her face, and

Judging from the color of her body, she is about thirty years old, but the temperament revealed in her body, as well as the sense of vicissitudes and wisdom that can only be formed by experiencing many worldly experiences, make people unconscious.

They regard her as an older person.

"You'd better make sure your news is true." The old witch raised her eyes and stared at Damon across from her. Her tone was slow, but like her gaze, it carried an oppressive force.

"I don't like lying." Damon smiled calmly and shook his head: "As long as you can let me meet Catherine, I will tell you everything."

"Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with the witch?" As if she couldn't stand Damon's cynical attitude, the witch had a cold face: "If you want to find out the deepest secrets in a person's heart, the witch has many methods.

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"Unfortunately, I am a vampire, and hypnosis is of no use to me. It seems that an organization of witches mixes with vampires. This kind of thing seems to be more and more common. I'm sorry that I didn't let you play your due role." Damon disagreed.

He replied with concern, and then as if he remembered something, he continued in a longer tone: "Oh, I forgot, you can also torture me and force me to say it. Do you want to give it a try?"

"Many of the secrets in this world are in the hands of a few people and organizations. Obviously, from you, I don't see how knowledgeable you are." The witch sarcastically said.

"Come on, I have survived much longer than the organization you belong to." Damon waved his hand mockingly.

"So what? I don't deny that people who have a long life always know more things than most people. But you are not the only one who has lived a long time. You are just a vampire who is more than a hundred years old." Witch

He fought back unceremoniously.

"Just a vampire who is over a hundred years old?" Damon's lips curved into a bewitching smile. He turned his face to the female vampire standing behind the witch, and asked with a bit of teasing: "I

Can I ask how old you are now?"

"Exactly fifty years old, you're welcome." The female vampire who was asked, with beautiful silver-white shawl long hair, delicate facial features, and a calm temperament, replied.

"A very young lady, how many years have you lived?" Damon turned his gaze back to the witch, obviously wanting to mock the witch in front of him who always looked arrogant.

Witches who grow up and persevere in this world's witchcraft system always seem to have a short life. The more powerful they are, the shorter their life is. Perhaps it is because they borrow too much natural power, which leads to a complete collapse of the body, or due to some natural insufficiency.

kind of balance.

Whether it is a good rule or a bad rule, the so-called natural will of this world is always imposed on all living beings without distinction between friend and foe, good or evil. There are not many long-lived wizards, but they can live as well as Damon.

Witches over a hundred years old are somewhat rare.

Even though the witch in front of him looks a little weird, her temperament and eyes make her age seem to be inconsistent with the youth shown by her face. But is she over a hundred years old? Damon expressed doubts.

"I think you should show me a little respect." The witch's eyes suddenly became sharp, and two knives stabbed directly at Damon Salvatore opposite. Damon, who was stared at by the witch,

Suddenly, there was a wave of continuous and severe pain in his head. He lowered his head subconsciously and hugged it with both hands, as if doing so could alleviate the pain a little.

"Okay Winter, don't torture him anymore. Don't forget our purpose." The speaker was a female vampire with long silver hair.

The witch who seemed to be the leader of this group, after the female vampire spoke, even reluctantly, sent back the released mana and paused the spell.

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generous help, which prevented me from being tortured to death by her." Damon shook the pain and the pain subsided, and his numb head greeted him. A pair of eyes weakly followed the head lift, glanced and spoke for him.

The female vampire glanced at him and said thank you.

Although Damon's tone of thanking him didn't sound very sincere, it was obvious that the person being thanked didn't have any expectations.

"You're welcome! Allow me to say one more thing, you're totally asking for it." The female vampire first simply brushed off Damon's insincere thank you, and with the last sentence, she faced Damon mercilessly.

Stabbed it.

"I thought you had a crush on me." Damon tilted his head and chuckled.

"It seems that you are indeed as narcissistic as the legend says." The corner of the female vampire's mouth twitched.

"I'm in a bad mood right now. I thought you could make my bad mood a little better. It seems like it was a luxury." Damon grabbed a bottle of wine on the table with one hand and lifted it straight up.

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"Why are you not allowed to use Veritaserum or Legilimency on him?" Witch Winter complained.

"This is an acquaintance of my mother." The female vampire replied to the witch Winter.

"Mother?" Damon, who had been in a state of turmoil and depression from beginning to end, suddenly cleared his mind and looked at the female vampire who was speaking as if he was thinking of something.

"Anna. Annabelle! You should also know my grandmother, Pearl." The female vampire looked at Damon who looked serious and replied. "My name is Angie."

"Is it really okay to casually reveal to an outsider the name of a senior member of the witch guild?" Witch Winter glanced at Anji strangely.

"Sooner or later, he will know anyway. Catherine is here." Angie waved her hand carelessly, her delicate earlobes moved slightly along with the almost translucent auricles, and she said aloud.

Vampires in this world don't pay attention to seniority, and they don't even judge their status based on the length of their lifespan. Even if Catherine and Pearl are friends, no matter in terms of age or relationship, they are completely enough to be the elders of Anna and Angie, but regardless of

It was Anna and Angie. They always called Catherine by her first name, and Catherine didn't care.

Damon, who had always been a little depressed and worried, suddenly stood up from his seat and stared at the door of the room.

Within a moment, the door of the room was opened from the outside. Katherine, who was wearing a simple long dress and had a beautiful face, quietly walked in and met Damon's gaze. (To be continued.)