Looking at the vampire warrior standing over three meters tall, Charlotte couldn't help but sigh.
But as soon as she sighed, she froze.
A subtle emotion spread from the depths of her heart, and a look of suspicion flickered in her eyes.
"Hehe, Savior, his father was a half-elf, and his mother had giant lineage, which is why he's taller than most. Among the vampire warriors who passed the selection, I think his strength should rank in the top ten!"
Seeing Charlotte lost in thought, Badak chuckled and said.
Rank in the top ten?
Charlotte thought to herself.
She glanced at the clearly nervous tall warrior, took a deep breath, and asked:
"You... what's your name?"
The vampire warrior scratched his head, feeling a mix of nervousness, excitement, and anxiety, and replied:
"Replying... replying to Lady Lilith, I... I don't have a name, but back when I was in the arena, those elven lords used to call me Femarol."
Boom...
Charlotte's mind was in turmoil.
