The room in the Blood Vulture Tower used to belong to Sarokdal, lavishly adorned and, not to mention, the collections within the room were worth a fortune. Previously, there was no hope, so these expensive items were even lesser than a wonderful feast of blood, but now that they were about to return, these collections and the room itself gained value.
The Elder plans to tidy it up again.
When the Duke of the New Blood Vulture and Sir Murphy come to the city for inspection, this will be the place where they stay.
However, there is an even more important matter awaiting the Elder's orchestration.
He carefully closed the door, striding to a small shrine situated before the fireplace in the room, he knelt down like the most sincere devotee with his vampire body, crossing his hands over his chest, he softly murmured with closed eyes as he did in the past:
