297: Chapter 297 Vispera's First Bloom! Ritual Completed! Talent Exchange!

Black Rock Castle, top floor bedroom.

The door gently closed behind the two of them.

As soon as Vespera entered the bedroom, she began to look around with great interest.

Finally, her gaze lingered for a moment on the large bed draped with light-colored curtains, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corners of her lips.

Rowan walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window on his own, pulled open the curtains, and let the daylight from outside spill into the room.

Then he sat down in the chair by the window, picked up the teapot, poured two cups of black tea, placed one of the cups in the opposite position, picked up his own cup, took a gentle sip, and waited quietly.

After finishing her tour of the bedroom, Vespera leisurely walked over and sat down opposite Rowan.

She reached out and picked up the cup of black tea. Instead of drinking it in a hurry, she first sniffed it near the tip of her nose, then took a gentle sip, put down the cup, and looked at Rowan.

Rowan put down the teacup in his hand, looked calmly at the woman opposite him, and said:

"Please introduce yourself, Madam."

"Since you have already found me, you should at least let me know how to address you."

Hearing this, Vespera's gaze deepened slightly.

She was silent for a moment, and then a charming smile appeared at the corners of her lips, her voice soft and intimate:

"Very well, my Lord Rowan."

She leaned back against the chair lazily, with an ambiguous arc at the corners of her lips, and said:

"I am Vespera Ventrue, a member of the Supreme Council of the Night Federation, the Vampire Prince of the Ventrue Clan, and currently the Netherhunt Warlord of the Night Federation's Northern Army..."

She paused and looked intently at Rowan:

"As for why I came to find you, I think, Lord, you have already guessed it."

Hearing this, Rowan did not answer immediately.

He lowered his eyelids, his fingertips gently sliding across the rim of the teacup, while his mind raced.

Earlier, when he fought Movis, the priest of the Great Snow Mountain from the Snowfield Kingdom, he did indeed feel some ethereal and elusive prying gazes, as if several lines of sight had pierced through the barriers of space and fallen upon him.

It was just that back then, he did not know enough about many things in the legendary domain, thinking it was just an illusion generated during the collision of laws, so he did not delve deeper.

But looking at it now, the one prying in the dark back then was probably the woman before him.

Even the Night Saintess, Lisel, might have been quietly watching as well.

But compared to these, he could now confirm a more important matter—

His identity as a [Mimicry] Vampire Prince had probably unknowingly been exposed to the eyes of the woman before him.

It was just unclear how the other party had confirmed it.

Or was the other party just testing him?

Thus, he thought for a moment and said:

"Oh, people of the Night Federation?"

"Are you here to confirm the scheduled meeting time between me and the Saintess?"

Hearing this, Vespera suddenly smiled, her smile brimming with a hint of brisk pleasure.

She did not answer his words, but instead put down the teacup in her hand and stood up.

She walked around the table, step by step, to the front of Rowan, and then leaned down.

The distance between the two suddenly became extremely close, their breaths intertwining and melting together strand by strand.

She slightly tilted her head, leaned close to Rowan's ear, her voice as soft and fiery as a murmur:

"My Vampire Prince, you made me search so bitterly for you. As for the affairs of the Night Federation, that fellow Lisel can worry about them herself; I don't care about those at all."

She paused, her voice becoming even lower and softer, carrying a trace of undisguised desire:

"I only care about you, my [Mimicry] Vampire Prince. That unique, brand-new vampire talent, please give it to me quickly..."

Hearing this, Rowan took a light breath.

The rich, sweet, and soft floral fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

He looked at the extremely gorgeous face close at hand, his figure reflected in those slender phoenix eyes with a sense of extreme certainty.

From this, he also confirmed that the other party had truly ascertained his identity, rather than just testing him.

He was silent for a moment, then reached out, wrapped his arms around her plump waist in reverse, pulled her into his arms, and slowly said:

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!" Vespera met his gaze without the slightest hesitation.

She slightly tilted her head, revealing the two pale cyan blood vessels on the side of her neck, her voice low and soft with a hint of bewitchment:

"Come on, my Vampire Prince. Let me see just how wondrous your Mimicry talent is."

Rowan looked down at the burning eyes in his arms and smiled, a trace of ignited interest also carrying in his tone as he chuckled softly:

"Then, let's begin..."

As his voice fell, he said no more, leaned down, fangs bared, and directly bit into her fair neck.

Warm blood surged into his mouth, carrying a rich and sweet aura, like rose honey mixed with aged red wine, spreading through his mouth.

This was the blood belonging to a Vampire Prince who had lived for an unknown number of years.

The power contained within it was pure and majestic, like a warm river sliding down his throat into his body, blending into all his limbs and bones.

At the same time.

Vespera's body trembled slightly.

She also raised her head slightly, her similarly slender and glossy fangs appearing. Looking at the exposed neck on Rowan's side, she also bit directly onto it...

She began to suck his blood.

Two streams of Vampire Prince-level blood began to circulate within their bodies, like two rivers converging at a certain intersection and then splitting again.

Each of them took away a part of the other's traits while leaving behind a part of their own imprint.

Rowan felt a brand-new force flowing into his body through the exchange of blood.

That was Vespera's talent, a stealth and perception ability related to shadows and moonlight.

And he also felt that the [Mimicry] talent within his body was slowly flowing into the blood core within the other party's body through the same path.

The breathing of the two gradually became rapid and synchronized, and the frequency of their blood cores vibrating also began to converge.

Time passed minute by minute.

The ritual slowly came to an end.

A faint and sweet-salty aura of blood permeated the room, mixed with the intertwined body temperature and breath of the two, slowly dissipating in the quiet air.

A heap of clothes had already fallen to the ground.

The gorgeous long dress, light red belt, and black lace collar ornament overlapped with Rowan's outer robe and inner garment, scattered on the carpet...

Rowan horizontally carried Vespera in his arms and walked toward the eight-columned large bed in the center of the room.

He gently placed her on the bed.

The bed curtains fell accordingly, shrouding the figures of the two in a hazy shadow.

...

I don't know how much time had passed.

The storm had cleared.

The light outside the window had changed from bright to the orange-red of dusk.

Rowan leaned against the head of the bed.

A trace of residual warmth still lingered on the sheets beside him, but the person was no longer there.

He looked at that bright red plum blossom and slightly frowned.

As a legendary powerhouse who had lived for an unknown number of years, Vespera's control over her own body had reached an extremely meticulous realm.

As long as she didn't want to, no aura of life could gestate within her body.

So, this was his first time coming up empty.

Refusing to believe it, he tried three times, but each time he was exquisitely intercepted by the other party.

He let out a slight sigh, feeling somewhat helpless.

Legendary powerhouses are truly terrifying.