Dracula's body stopped cold in midair as he caught sight of Urien and Krassu approaching the restaurant. He immediately landed at the end of one of the lines, and squeezed out a smile as he said, "A regal vampire like me wouldn't stoop to something like jumping a line. Master Urien, Master Krassu, it's a pleasure meeting you two here."
Dracula turned away, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared as cold sweat poured down his face. Even though it was very humiliating for a 9th-tier vampire like him to concede in such a spineless manner, there was no way that he could stand against the Lord of Ice and the Lord of Fire.
What's happening with this world? Thank heavens I stopped just in time. Otherwise, I would be receiving a brutal beating right now. These two are the ones who drove all of the ogres into extinction! With that in mind, more cold sweat materialized on Dracula's forehead.