Chapter 135

"You claim she's Camellana's niece?" The ugly poet inquired in surprise.

"Yes!"

"The similarity was uncanny." They all laughed together again; if they only knew the truth, they could tremble, but it's better this way; all Camellana needed was a little youthful potion from Angela. Camellana pondered her thoughts before stepping away to get more of the dark wine flask.

They laughed again as she slapped the back of the younger man's head with a friendly slap.

"Aw, I'm only teasing you, Llana," he said. "Of course, you look more lovely than the ugly hug." One of the human barmaids was already sweeping up the broken flask on the floor.

"Do you know more about this vampire seer?" Camellana asked the others instead of him. "

"Ney, but I heard she mated someone powerful, an ancient vampire of some kind," the ugly, obese one explained, "but I have not seen her like that before. The word is that they were from the Prima Terra and wanderers of the ancient continent