Chapter 012: Dracula

Wang Bo, however, did not conceal this, for he had no intention of usurping the throne at all, so he stated his identity quite frankly: 'I am merely a third-rate wizard.'

"You never said you were a wizard," Princess Moli insisted.

"I've already said, I'm just a third-rate wizard, nothing to boast about."

“But you are a wizard,” Princess Molly insisted.

"So what?" Wang Bo retorted. "Can't a wizard be a minister?"

Princess Jasmine was momentarily speechless; there was no such clause in the laws of Agrabah. After a moment's thought, she said, "But you shouldn't have concealed the fact that you are a wizard."

"So I'm telling you now."

Princess Jasmine: ...

Wang Bo glanced at the speechless Princess Jasmine and reminded her, "What you should be concerned about now is not me, but the queen."

Princess Jasmine suddenly realized and continued to observe the movements in the queen's bedchamber.

Suddenly, she saw a shadow flicker and vanish in a corner of the palace.

Princess Jasmine's spirits lifted, and she quickly said to Wang Bo, "Look, that fellow is coming."

Wang Bo turned his head, his gaze locking onto the direction Jasmine pointed. Darkness posed no obstacle for Wang Bo; he could see through it with ease.

In Wang Bo's world, a pale man moved quickly along the shadows of the palace.

Judging by the target of the other party's movements, it was clearly the queen's bedchamber.

Princess Jasmine became agitated at once. "We should go catch him!" she said, and made as if to act.

Wang Bo grabbed her arm and said, “You should go to the Sultan now, Princess Jasmine. Only if the Sultan sees with his own eyes the Queen colluding with the murderer will he believe what we say.”

"If we catch them, we can also make the Sultan believe us." Princess Jasmine was eager to act.

"What if the queen insists that the murderer came to kill her?" Wang Bo retorted. "Who do you think the Sultan would believe?"

Princess Jasmine was momentarily speechless. She was no fool; these days, the Queen had so bewitched the Sultan that he was almost entirely at her beck and call. Without sufficient evidence, the Sultan would never depose this Queen.

"I understand." Princess Jasmine decided to go to the Sultan, and she ordered Wang Bo, "You must keep an eye on them. If that murderer tries to leave, you must stop him."

"On this point, please rest assured, Your Highness."

Princess Jasmine turned and walked away, her movements decisive.

After Wang Bo sent Princess Jasmine away, he leaped down from the observation platform, landing lightly on the ground, locked onto the pale-faced man, and swiftly gave chase.

Yet the guards patrolling inside the palace discovered nothing at all.

Wang Bo had to sigh again, a bunch of idiots.

Wang Bo followed behind the pale-faced man, clearly watching him enter the queen's bedchamber. He found a spot where, using his X-ray vision, he fixed his gaze on the two and pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on their conversation.

The queen did not seem surprised by his arrival; before he arrived, she had already dismissed the maids.

Now, only the two of them were in the bedchamber.

After the two met, the pale-faced man revealed a faint smile, took a flower from his bosom, and presented it to the queen.

The queen took the flower, unhesitatingly threw it to the ground, and stomped on it several times, crushing it into a pulp.

The pale-faced man, however, did not mind at all. "You have rejected my kindness once again, Anna."

The queen said, "Dracula, I will never accept your kindness, never."

Wang Bo raised an eyebrow. Although he had suspected it from the start, now it seemed his guess was correct: the pale-faced man was Dracula.

In legend, the progenitor of vampires.

However, to Wang Bo's surprise, this Dracula did not seem as powerful as imagined.

At least within his body, Wang Bo did not sense any vast magical power.

Moreover, Dracula addressed the queen as Anna, and Wang Bo couldn't immediately figure out who this Anna really was.

Inside the bedchamber, the conversation between the two continued.

Dracula said dismissively, "It's all right, Anna. Even if you trample on my goodwill, I won't be angry, because I still need you now."

The queen's face turned extremely ugly.

Dracula said, "Now, you can tell me, did you succeed, Anna? Did you find out the whereabouts of the magic lamp?"

The queen said, "I already told you yesterday, no!"

Dracula picked up a Portuguese egg tart from the fruit platter, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed as he said, “Yesterday is yesterday, today is today. Perhaps you’ll surprise me today.”

"Then I can tell you now that I still haven't found the magic lamp today," the queen said coldly.

"This disappoints me, Anna. I had high hopes for you, yet you let me down time and again." Dracula appeared before the queen like a phantom, one hand gripping her throat as he lifted her up.

"Are you trying to provoke me, Anna?!"

"Do you know the consequences of angering me, Anna Veleris?"

The queen, choked by the grip on her neck, struggled to breathe, her face flushed crimson as her limbs thrashed incessantly.

Just as she was about to suffocate, Dracula flung his hand and tossed the queen onto the bed with a thud.

The queen couldn't help but cough violently.

She glared at Dracula in anger, but made no move, as if she had no intention of resisting.

Dracula, as if suddenly enlightened, said, "Ah, I understand now. The reason you dare to defy my orders time and again is that I need you and cannot kill you, so you feel emboldened and unafraid, am I right?"

The queen said nothing.

Dracula nodded and said, "Yes, you guessed correctly. I cannot kill you; I do need you. But that doesn't mean I cannot kill others. Do you know, my patience is nearly exhausted by you."

"If the few guards I killed last night still haven't made you see reason, then today I will kill all the guards, and tomorrow I will kill everyone in the palace."

"Then I will kill everyone in Agrabah, and this city will be utterly destroyed because of your foolishness."

"You know I can do this!"

"Anna Veleris!"

"Now, tell me, where exactly is the magic lamp!"

The queen's pale face lost every trace of color; he knew all too well that Dracula was capable of this—in this era, no one could match this monster.

Faced with Dracula's threat, the queen finally yielded.

"Jia Fang!" she said.