Gaston looked toward the entrance and said in a low voice, "Who is it?"

A guard replied respectfully, "Sir, it is me."

Gaston said coldly, "Come in."

At once, his personal guard stepped inside, bringing someone with him.

Gaston's gray eyes swept over the newcomer. "Who are you?"

The one brought in was Petyr. He pressed a hand to his chest and bowed respectfully. "Sir, I am Petyr Gillen."

Gaston replied flatly, "There does not seem to be someone like you in my camp."

Petyr explained, "I wasn't originally one of your servants, nor am I part of the Blood Sacred Hall. But when the Progenitor awakened, he summoned me, so I came here specifically to serve."

Gaston snorted. "Our vampire clan is spread across the entire world, so it's not surprising you found your way here. Now tell me, what do you want?"

Petyr said, "I just came from Abyss City. Your Highness, you should know that place."

Gaston's eyes narrowed, a cold gleam flashing through them. "You came from Andrew's territory?