The Great Lord ran back with a few fish, knelt in front of the Dracula statue, and respectfully said: "O great King, please enjoy the offering from your most devout follower!"
The Great Lord had to catch fish for Dracula every day, to feed Dracula. Every time he said this, Dracula would nod in agreement. However, this time, Dracula had no response. He raised his head, staring blankly into the distance, his eyes somewhat confused, as if he was contemplating something.
Seeing Dracula in this state, the Great Lord was understandably surprised. He watched for a while before carefully asking, "O great King, do you... do you have something on your mind?"
Dracula did not acknowledge the Great Lord; he was silent for a moment and muttered to himself: "The power of the Three-winged God, the aura of the Five-winged God. Interesting, interesting. Which old friend is it?"
