As the high-pressure water gun flushed out the last remaining dragon blood from his body, the Vampire Earl's appearance became even more withered.
At this moment, only regret remained in his heart.
He shouldn't have provoked this little wizard of all people.
Beneath that harmless exterior was clearly a heart as cold as iron!
It was somewhat ironic that a vampire who lived by sucking blood was now on the verge of death from being bled dry.
He could even feel Death smiling at him.
But just then, the crisp sound of water droplets hitting the ground rang out, awakening the Vampire Earl's last desire for life.
He tremblingly pointed at the swimming pool, which had already begun to overflow with bloody water, and uttered a weak sound.
"Full, it's full..."
Charle also turned his head to look at the swimming pool and said with sudden realization.
"Oh, it's full."
"Okay, I got it."
"Then I won't spray water anymore. The thin stuff isn't good, feels like there really isn't much left."
Then, he released the high-pressure water gun.
A look of ecstatic relief appeared on the Vampire Earl's face.
But the next moment, Charle's wand was pointed at him.
Night's Edge erupted from the tip of the wand again, fiercely pinning him to the ground.
The Vampire Earl's eyes widened, staring intently at Charle.
"You..."
"You lied to me..."
Charle grinned and said.
"You're a centuries-old vampire, please, don't be so naive."
"Since I've already offended you to death, of course I have to kill you. That's the only way to be safe."
"Otherwise, what if you get some powerful magical item or master some powerful spell and come back for revenge?"
"I, Charle, have always been cautious in my actions."
Immediately, Charle's expression was indifferent as he collected the dragon blood he had extracted from the Vampire Earl.
Then he waved his wand.
A ball of light, visible only to Charle, floated towards the Vampire Earl.
As Charle walked to the alley entrance, the Sunless Sun Spell erupted, radiating endless light and heat within a dozen meters centered around the Vampire Earl.
Although Charle didn't unleash the full power of this Sunless Sun Spell to avoid causing too much commotion.
But for dark creatures, the Sunless Sun is inherently extremely restraining, and it also has the characteristic of breaking magic. The vampire's resistance to magic was like nothing in front of it.
Coupled with the fact that the Vampire Earl was now truly so weak that even a Muggle could kill him, a weakened version of the Sunless Sun Spell was more than enough to annihilate him.
The Vampire Earl's form was annihilated under the Sunless Sun like flying ash, not even a speck of residue was left.
Amidst the light and heat, only a roar filled with resentment came out.
"My master will not let you go."
"You devil, I'm waiting for you, you will die a hundred times more miserably than me!"
In the blink of an eye, the roar was also annihilated.
However, a sudden warning sign struck Charle's heart.
He turned his head and saw a faint blood-red light appear in his vision, accompanied by a sense of oppression far stronger than that of the Vampire Earl.
The source of the blood-red light was a blood-colored five-pointed star array, floating in mid-air, quite eerie.
Charle gripped his Mithril Wand tightly, his expression solemn.
Then, a phantom was projected from within the blood-colored five-pointed star array.
Within the phantom was a vast sea of blood, incredibly viscous, drowning everything in sight.
With Charle's familiarity with dragon blood, even though what appeared before him was merely a phantom, he could recognize that the blood in this sea of blood was all dragon blood!
Not only that, but in addition to the dragon blood in the sea of blood, complete dragon skeletons could be seen floating within it as the waves moved.
Roughly estimated, at least several thousand fire dragons had died here!
Gulp.
Charle couldn't help but swallow, his breathing also quickening slightly.
Just then, within the phantom, a coffin appeared.
Across the phantom, the sense of oppression grew even stronger.
A low, cold voice passed through the phantom and into Charle's ears.
"You killed my servant?"
"He served me for a long time and was quite capable. I paid a lot of dragon blood to cultivate him, and now he has died by your hand."
"Do you know what kind of mistake you've made?"
Charle lowered his head, breathing deeply, as if the phantom image before him and the oppressive feeling emanating from it had greatly shocked him.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Right, right, right."
Charle's lips moved with difficulty as he lowered his head and spoke these words.
Within the phantom, the being in the coffin seemed quite satisfied with Charle's bowed head, trembling, and apologetic attitude. Its tone softened slightly, and even the oppressive feeling it emitted lessened a bit.
"Little wizard, it seems you are quite sensible."
Charle kept his head down and continued.
"Yes, yes, yes."
The being in the coffin spoke again.
"I have to say, although my servant was weak, there aren't many beings in the magical world who could kill him."
"To be able to kill him at your age is rare, even in the distant ancient times."
"Just as Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort were the protagonists of the last era, it seems this era of the magical world should have you as its protagonist."
Facing this mysterious being's praise from afar, Charle, with trembling hands, rummaged through his bag for a book. He flipped through the pages shakily, holding a quill and circling and dotting, unsure if he was recording or searching for something.
"Right, right, right."
The being in the coffin let out a light chuckle, seemingly pleased that an "era's protagonist" was trembling and fearful before it.
"No need to be afraid. It was just an insignificant servant who died. Compared to you and the information you can bring me, he is not worth mentioning."
"I can smell it, even from this far away, I can smell the strong Ancient Dragon aura on you. You must know it."
"Tell me its information, and I will give you unimaginable gifts."
"There are some things that even Dumbledore cannot obtain, but I can give them to you!"
Charle was still nodding.
"Yes, yes, yes."
The being in the coffin seemed surprised that Charle agreed so readily.
It immediately asked eagerly.
"Then tell me quickly, where is the Ancient Dragon?"
"Bring it to me!"
Charle didn't even lift his head, continuously flipping through the book.
"Right, right, right."
The being in the coffin fell silent for a moment: "Are you really listening to me?"
Charle: "Yes, yes, yes."
The being in the coffin became even more silent, saying with a hint of uncertainty: "Are you listening to me, or are you just humoring me?"
Charle: "Right, right, right."
The next moment, the thing in the coffin broke down.
"Besides 'yes, yes, yes' and 'right, right, right', can you say anything else?"
"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?"
"Tell me the information about the Ancient Dragon!"
"Flipping through a book, why do you just keep flipping through a book? As long as you tell me the information about the Ancient Dragon, no matter what magic book you want, I can give it to you!"
At this moment, Charle's finger stopped on a certain page of the magic book, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes.
"Found it!"
Then, he answered the question the being in the coffin had just asked.
"The book I'm flipping through is quite obscure. It records some rarely used obscure spells."
"What I'm looking for is this marking spell. It can place a mark on an object or creature so it won't get lost."
The being in the coffin was stunned for a moment.
It really couldn't understand Charle's thought process.
What are young people thinking about these days?
Why do they seem so crazy?
Could it be that the era's protagonists born as the ancient ones are about to return are all affected and have gone mad?
After a moment, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked.
"Marking Spell?"
"What do you want to mark?"
At this moment, Charle suddenly looked up, gazing at the sea of dragon blood and the mountain of dragon bones in the phantom. He couldn't help but swallow another large gulp of saliva, and a greedy smile spread across the corner of his mouth as he said faintly.
"Who else could I mark?"
"Of course, I'm marking you!"
"A sea of dragon blood, a mountain of dragon bones, and such a large coffin made of various precious materials, even the chains binding the coffin are magical metal."
"Does the magical world actually have such a good place?!"
Charle licked his lips, his eyes filled with longing.
"I won't make the same mistake again. I've learned my lesson. When I encounter a delicious buffet restaurant, I must mark it immediately."
"Don't try to hide, don't try to run away, you can't escape. I will find you no matter where you are!"
The next moment, Charle had already scanned the Marking Spell in the spellbook.
In his mind, Deep Blue's prompt sounded.
"Host has acquired derivable knowledge - Marking Spell."
"Consume ten thousand derivation points to derive?"
Charle took a deep breath, looking at the scene in the phantom.
"I can't bear it anymore, I really can't bear it..."
"I won't let such a good place slip away from my eyes again. I want to possess you, I want to enjoy you exclusively, I want to brand my mark on you!"
"Deep Blue, derive for me!"
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