Pure blooded vampires; Part 2
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The man named Moritz fumed in anger as he felt like strangling the boy who just insulted him and his daughter. He had a son too, but the boy was useless and only cared about food and toys. He couldn't do anything but swallow his rage and force a smile on his face while silently glaring at the boy. "Hahaha, Moritz, your daughter must have left quite an impression on the boy, and I must say it doesn't seem to be a very good one," the man next to Moritz said, using his hand to cover his laugh. His name was Collins. He didn't have a daughter, just two sons who were 14 and 16. They weren't 'witch hunters,' but they were already working hard and intelligent. He knew they'd be able to run his business one day. He wasn't at a loss, but he still wished he had a son like Damien.
The third man with the green coat quietly watched the scene unfold. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak: "Ronald, your son has a sharp tongue, but it is disrespectful to talk to his elders in such manner. He should apologize." Mr. Voss didn't bother to correct his son, as he didn't care about the men nor their feelings, and saw useless children as insignificant. To him, his son was the best and nothing he did was wrong. "Lawrence, I don't believe my son said anything that is not true. If the girl sounds like a witch when she laughs, then I believe she does," he replied to the man with a cane. He didn't feel intimidated by the men; after all, they wouldn't be here if they didn't need his help and favour.
In the world they lived in, it was the people with money that ruled, and in the world of the vampires, only the pure blooded vampires with power really mattered, the rest were just there to serve. And he wouldn't teach his son to apologise to people who wanted to curry favour from him. That wasn't the way of a pure-blooded vampire or a witch hunter.
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