Yuan Tong

Chapter 162 Blue What's-His-Name

Chapter 1056 Bluefly and Blueshit

The two middle-aged men at the door had typical European features: high nose bridges, deep-set eyes, and grey-blue irises that carried a commanding presence. They both had cropped, brownish-grey hair, stood over six feet tall, and possessed powerful, well-built physiques. They wore impeccably tailored black suits, but this attire, which would normally lend an air of refinement, only made them look more like gangsters on these two hulking figures. Their presence was more suited for bare chests adorned with tattooed ribbonfish and seven cigarette burns…

The two not only looked remarkably alike, but their physiques and attire were nearly identical. They looked like twins, distinguished only by a long scar near one of their eyebrows. When they saw Hao Ren open the door, they spoke in unison, "Does the Countess live here?" Their voices were perfectly synchronized.

Hao Ren was initially taken aback, wondering why there were so many foreigners in this small southern suburb. When he heard "Countess," his first thought was that it had nothing to do with him. "You must have the wrong place. This is just an ordinary… Wait! Are you looking for Vivian?"

He suddenly remembered that he did indeed have a "Countess" living in his house, albeit one who had recently been so impoverished that she couldn't even afford instant noodles.

"It seems following the bat was the right choice," the two strangers exchanged a glance, and the one with the scar on his face gave Hao Ren a toothy grin. "Then you must be the master of this sanctuary. We've heard about you from the younger members of our family. We're from the Iben family, old 'friends' of the Countess. We were wondering if she's available to see us? She should recognize us. Oh, and of course, we come in peace today. We hope you can convey that."

The Iben family! Hao Ren had almost forgotten about them. Before Casa and Yuen left, they had mentioned that they would report what happened here, and the family elders might come to visit Vivian. He didn't expect them to actually arrive so soon. These two foreigners who looked to be only in their thirties or forties were the Iben family's "elders"?

"Landlord, who is it?" Vivian, curious as to why Hao Ren had been standing at the door for so long, came over to investigate. "Collecting the water bill… Hmm, you two are… Why do I feel like I've seen you before?"

"The Countess is as forgetful as ever," the stranger with the scar on his face flashed a wary look when Vivian appeared, but quickly concealed it. He chuckled, as if visiting an old friend. "You really don't remember? The Iben twins? You 'took care' of us the most back then."

Vivian wiped her hands on her apron, then slowly realized, "Oh… oh! It's you two! We fought back then. I remember now. What are you doing here? Delivering yourselves?"

The two Iben werewolves exchanged an odd look, a bit amused and exasperated. The one without the scar spread his hands. "The younger members of our family should have told you a few days ago that the Iben family would send elders to visit the Countess. That's us—we're not here to fight this time."

Vivian frowned. "How did you two become family elders? You're not even a thousand years old yet, are you? Where are those old monsters who are several thousand years old? Yoggell and that… uh, I think his name was Ackley?"

The Iben werewolf with the scar on his face darkened. "Elder Yoggell was assassinated by hunters five hundred years ago. As for… it's Eckley, not Ackley. Elder Eckley tried to find the sirens in the deep sea over a hundred years ago and never returned. Now, the two of us are the highest-ranking elders in the family… Well, you're considered an 'old acquaintance' of the Iben family anyway, so there's no harm in telling you this."

"Things have deteriorated that much?" Vivian looked surprised, then gently nudged Hao Ren's arm. "Landlord, let them in. Guests from afar are always welcome."

The two Iben werewolves were ushered into the house, and Hao Ren closed the door behind them. He couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. This was a meeting between the elders of the most powerful werewolf family and the oldest vampire. There were no grand ceremonies, no heralds, not even a proper written invitation or visiting card. To remain inconspicuous, the two werewolves had even changed into business suits that clashed with their auras and had taken a black cab—he had just seen a beat-up van driving away into the distance. This scene, which should have been an epic visit, was so shabby that it was hard to believe it was a summit between the higher echelons of the supernatural world. Just from this, one could see how far the supernatural beings on Earth had fallen.

The arrival of the two strangers attracted Lily's attention. She tilted her head, eyeing the two werewolves, and exclaimed loudly, "I heard you! You're werewolves from the Iben family? Then we're distant relatives!"

She still insisted that she was a special kind of werewolf.

"This is…" The werewolf with the scar on his face looked curiously at the small girl who was always in a strange posture. Lily quickly transformed her tail and ears. "I'm a werewolf too! A special kind of werewolf!"

"Oh, I remember now. Casa mentioned that they almost lost half their lives because of this strange child. You're Lily, right?" The werewolf with the scar on his face looked enlightened, then lowered his voice and whispered to his companion, "Casa only said this girl was crazy. He didn't say her neck was broken too?"

"Maybe he didn't notice at the time?"

"But I think it's pretty obvious that it's crooked."

"What are you two whispering about?" Vivian looked displeased at her two "old friends" whispering to each other. She put a pot of tea on the coffee table. "Here, drink up. This is the first time in my life I've made tea for werewolves. Consider it a sign of sincerity for this negotiation."

Lily immediately protested, "You always make tea for me…"

"Don't be silly. That's milk tea. You're a good-for-nothing who only drinks milk tea."

The two Iben werewolves were stunned by the scene before them. They had never imagined that the Countess, who had always stirred up trouble, would be standing so calmly in front of them. Vivian pointed to the people around her and said to the two werewolves, "This is the person in charge here, Hao Ren. This is Lily, a non-mainstream werewolf. This is Nangong Wuyue, a siren. And that one reading the newspaper by the window is Izaax, a demon. Let me introduce you to our people first."

"There's one more coming!" Hao Ren quickly ran to the kitchen and brought out the pot. Doudou clung to the edge of the pot, curiously looking at the two strange uncles in front of her. Hao Ren pointed to the little girl with his chin and introduced her. "This is Doudou, a mermaid."

"A mermaid? Isn't that just a siren?" The middle-aged man with the scar on his face muttered strangely. There were no true purebred mermaids on Earth. All stories about mermaids actually originated from sirens, so he asked this question. Then he pointed to himself. "Let me introduce myself. I am a member of the Iben werewolf family's council. You can call me Bluefly Iben…"

Hao Ren had just put Doudou on the table and nearly dropped the pot on the ground when he heard this. "What?"

"Bluefly Iben," the middle-aged man with the scar on his face said seriously. "Is there something wrong with that name?"

Hao Ren twitched at the corner of his mouth and swallowed the "Pfft" back down. He thought that only Chinese people would know the meaning of the Bluefly meme. To foreigners, it was just a normal name. So he straightened his attitude and looked at the werewolf uncle named Lan Xiang Iben. "Uh, no problem… And this gentleman next to you?"

"Blueshit Iben," the middle-aged man without the scar said with a solemn expression.

Hao Ren: "…"

After Bluefly, there's also someone named Blueshit!

Years later, Hao Ren would still remember how much effort he had put in today to keep his expression under control. If he didn't know that these two werewolves were already a thousand years old, he would really think that they were here specifically to test his lung capacity! Seriously, how open-minded were the parents of these two to name their children "Shit"?

But thinking that these two werewolves were already a thousand years old, and that even today there were people actually named Faker… Hao Ren decided not to pursue the issue of their names.

(Asking for monthly tickets! So close, almost missed this month!)