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The slight wolf-man might have encountered too much frustration today. Coupled with the shock of being confronted by a "wolf" junior who insisted on partnering with a vampire no matter what, he couldn't help but vent all his complaints at this moment. Lin Feng listened with a bewildered expression and could only conclude, "...You speak Chinese quite well."

Casa Eben, observing his companion's embarrassing behavior, finally snorted, "Enough, Eun, isn't it shameful enough to be defeated by a vampire?"

It turned out that the slight wolf-man's name was Eun. He sighed, glanced at Casa Eben, then turned his gaze to Vivian. "I admit defeat. Fight or kill as you please; werewolves don't negotiate with vampires. But I want to know who you really are. The two of us combined are rarely matched in the clan, but you alone defeated us. It's truly shameful."

Lin Feng really wanted to slap the other party: How can he not stick to the facts! What do you mean defeated by Vivian alone? He, Lin Feng, also took action—although he only threw one punch, and it landed on the face of an unlucky guy who was already at his wit's end...

"The Countess who summoned the Red Moon, she's the one in front of you." Casa Eben coughed, his tone a bit grudging. "Although not as powerful as the records say, it seems she's still unbeatable..."

"The bizarre Countess?!" Eun suddenly jumped up from the ground, no longer displaying the nonchalant demeanor he had just moments ago. He looked at Vivian with suspicion and incredulity, "One of the oldest vampires... you're still alive?!"

"Why does everyone wish for my death?" Vivian frowned, "Also, how exactly do you record me? I didn't even know I had this title... Did I leave such a strong impression when I fought with the Eben clan before?"

Eun gave Vivian a strange look, "Do you really want to know?" 

Vivian nodded firmly, prompting Eun to continue, "Alright, listen up. Your record goes like this: The Countess who summoned the Red Moon, specific family unknown, lifespan unknown, an ancient vampire who keeps to herself, a strange character who mingles with humans. I go my own way, my actions are erratic, I've fought with almost every race but also formed alliances with them. I'm not afraid of sunlight, garlic, holy water, or anything else harmful to vampires. Based on this, it is speculated that I may be one of the original aristocrats of the blood race. Possibly due to my advanced age, I suffer from severe forgetfulness, intermittent sleepiness, neurosis, and manic episodes, to the point where I can't even remember my own title. Additionally, for unknown reasons—extremely poor, with records of attacking a werewolf village out of hunger and only managing to steal a chicken. I've said my piece, now let's settle this."

Lin Feng: "...Vivian probably wouldn't have killed you originally, but now she might really give you what you asked for."

Vivian's temples throbbed, a cold aura emanating from her. She gritted her teeth and looked at the wolf-men before her, "Is your clan all insane!? Is it necessary to record such boring details in a diary?"

Lin Feng hurriedly patted Vivian's shoulder to calm her, "Don't mind, don't mind. If your behavior were a bit more normal, you wouldn't have left such a deep impression."

Vivian felt she might never be able to teach this man how to comfort someone.

Muyun squatted on the ground, studying a small stone. She suddenly stood up and said to Casa Eben, "You can leave now. I should go home."

Casa Eben still couldn't believe that a werewolf would willingly associate with a vampire, as it seriously violated his worldview. He looked at Muyun with confusion, as if trying to see the shadow of being controlled by magic in her, before finally forcing out, "Are you really going to be with these people? And there's even a vampire among them... Are you sure you're not being controlled?"

"I don't think bats are that bad," Muyun nodded, "She even cooks for me every day. I don't know what deep-seated hatred there is between other werewolves and other vampires. I've grown up alone since I was a child. The bat is the first and only vampire I've ever met in my life. I feel... she's okay. Also, there are very complex reasons why I live in my landlord's house. He is... In short, I can't leave casually, otherwise, it will be very troublesome."

Muyun had already performed exceptionally by this point. You couldn't expect a husky to have too many thoughts and to engage in word games with others. So, she could only gloss over many things that couldn't be clearly stated, and in the end, Lin Feng added a few words, "I see that you two don't seem like pure villains. You probably just came to gather your clan members. If you don't continue to cause trouble here, can't we just coexist peacefully? I'll tell you, I actually have more high-end combat power than you think. Vivian is just a secondary fighter. The strongest one in our family hasn't even come yet..."

Vivian coughed lightly, "Why are you telling them this?"

Casa Eben and Eun exchanged glances, seeing their own embarrassed appearance reflected in each other's eyes. The two werewolves, covered in blood, tattered clothes, with hair singed and emitting a burnt smell, felt a wave of annoyance. Facing a strange situation they had never encountered before, encountering strange vampires and strange werewolves, oh, and also a strange human, they felt it was meaningless to continue wasting time here.

"I thought it was just a regular recruitment mission," Casa Eben shook his head, "Okay, let's go. But we will report today's events to the clan. To put it plainly, our elders in the Eben clan will be very interested in the strange situation here, especially with the reappearance of this strange Countess. The elders in the clan should be interested in coming over to say hello."

"Okay, I haven't seen old acquaintances for a long time anyway." Vivian shrugged indifferently, "I've fought with them eight times out of ten when I've met them, but this time it's on the landlord's turf. If those old folks are willing to talk nicely... I can have a good chat with you. By the way, how many of your old folks are still alive?"

"Not many," Casa Eben smiled bitterly, "The taller the tree, the more it attracts the wind. The Eben clan is the last werewolf clan, attracting the attention of many demon hunters. Over the years, as we've struggled and developed in seclusion, we've basically worn out our elders..."

Lin Feng looked in astonishment at the two who had just fought to the death, both from races with deep-seated enmity, now chatting like ordinary people. He felt a wave of dissonance washing over him. But upon hearing the hint of helplessness in Casa Eben's words, he also had

 some realization: Werewolves and vampires do have their conflicts, but even in such a hostile state, they are still rational beings. Nobody likes meaningless fights. In this turbulent era brought about by demon hunters, even vampires and werewolves can find common ground and curse the world together.

Lin Feng's view might not be entirely accurate, as it's difficult for an ordinary person to understand how these "old monsters" who live for hundreds or even thousands of years think. But he at least vaguely understood one thing: Even those with deep-seated enmity are not simply in a state of conflict. The grievances between these creatures are not as simple as "you hit me, I hit you." This world is more complex than imagined.

"Speaking of which, why did you expand your activities to this area?" Vivian suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "I remember you've always been active in Europe and Latin America. There are very few wild werewolves in Asia, so it shouldn't be worth your while to come here, right? Look at you two, you've gone to such lengths just to find a half-baked werewolf, and in the end, you didn't even take her away. Isn't that a waste?"

Muyun wrinkled her nose at Vivian's words, clearly displeased with the term "half-baked."

"It's not just us in action," Eun Eben looked at Vivian, "You've been isolated for too long. How long has it been since you last contacted your own kind? Many 'abnormals' are active now, gathering their scattered kin. The Eben clan is just one of them."

Vivian was suddenly stunned, "Gathering their kin? Many clans are doing this? What are you planning? To counterattack the demon hunters?"

"That's unclear," Casa Eben grinned, "I've only heard that a big day is coming, and many are preparing for it... Perhaps they really intend to counterattack."