Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!-Chapter 669: Green-haired vampire girl

Matthew turned to his left, where a beautiful woman was looking at the river while talking to him. Her hair was a peculiar green, and her red eyes reflected both the bright lights of the city and the fish in the river, in sync.

She was dressed casually, in short shorts, long socks, and knee-high boots, her blouse reaching above her navel, revealing a perfectly formed abdomen. Although she was thin, her muscles were very well-toned, and she had a fiery yet dangerous aura.

Although her voice was soft and beautiful, her fiery aura was sharp.

He quickly realized that she was a swordswoman, not only because of her aura, but also because she wore a sword hanging from her waist, just like him.

She turned to look at him when she realized he wasn’t responding. "Don’t you think the scene is magnificent?" she asked, curious about his silence.

Matthew smiled. "Oh, sorry. I was speechless," he said, and looked back at the river. "It really is a wonderful view. I was thinking, what would it look like if, instead of the moonlight at night, it were the sun shining on this river? Would it improve this landscape, or would it have a different kind of beauty?"

The woman was taken aback by his response. "Um..." She laughed embarrassedly. "I think we’d be dead before that happened. Right?"

"Hahaha." Matthew laughed. He had overlooked that. "You’re right, although it’s still intriguing to me."

Although, of course, it wasn’t intriguing to him. He had seen what both scenes looked like and had to say that, before being in a world without sun, he preferred the nighttime environment and how beautiful this place looked at night.

But maybe he was tired of so much darkness. Maybe he was missing what the sun looked like, even though he could never see it directly.

’After all, no matter how beautiful a landscape is, if you see it all the time, it becomes monotonous, doesn’t it?’ he thought, although he mocked himself because that sounded contradictory to his nature.

He considered his women to be beautiful landscapes, each in her own way. But no matter how much he spent looking at them every day, those beautiful faces and peculiar, enchanting movements would never become monotonous.

’I guess that doesn’t count when it comes to people’s beauty, does it? A selective saying.’

"I suppose you’re right." The woman beside him sighed after a moment. She had never asked him, but she spent a few seconds imagining what this place would look like in the sunshine and agreed that it was intriguing.

But as she thought about it, a question arose, and she turned to look at Matthew. "How was the sun destroyed?" she asked.

Matthew looked back at her. "Are you asking me as if I knew? Do I look like an old man who lived 10 million years ago?"

"Oh." She quickly realized her mistake and apologized. "I’m sorry. I meant..."

"Hahaha, I know. I understood you, I was just joking." Matthew interrupted her and then looked at the moon. "The sun..." For a brief moment, he frowned.

"It was destroyed with a single attack."

The tone of his voice changed dramatically at that moment, as if he were talking about something too amazing, as if the speaker were not a young man in his thirties, but someone thousands of years old.

In fact, he was so adamant that the woman, in shock, was forced to look at him closely.

For some strange reason, the air suddenly seemed to stop, and a feeling of oppression settled over the area. She felt as if a huge rock had been placed on her heart, for no apparent reason.

Suddenly...

"Or something like that." Matthew laughed to lighten the mood when he realized his mistake.

That allowed the air to continue flowing calmly and the stone she felt in her heart to be lifted without warning. She was in shock, but then she realized it had only been a joke by an unknown young man.

"Hahaha, although that might be impossible. History books say that the sun was so big that this world was a miniature next to it," she replied. "Although the Great Dietrich was powerful... I don’t know if he could destroy a world as big as that with one attack."

She was being logical, and Matthew knew it.

But Matthew also knew very well how the sun was destroyed. What he had said was the truth. The sun was destroyed with a single attack, although obviously, there was a great war between them. But the amazing thing is that the sun and its god were destroyed at the same time —a feat that only his father could accomplish.

As Matthew was suddenly lost in thought, she spoke.

"You can call me Juliet. What’s your name?"

"I’m Matthew. Matt is fine." He nodded and looked at her. "Are you going to participate in the martial arts tournament?" he asked.

"Yes. And you?"

"Me too." Matthew nodded.

"Haha, very well. Then I hope to see you there, and if the opportunity arises, face you in combat, Matthew." She held out her hand, and he shook it.

"I’m sure the opportunity will arise." He smiled.

She turned around and said goodbye, shaking his hand with a particular joy. "I’m going back to my house. After the tournament, this little river will become even more beautiful because new fish will be released into it. Come see it."

Matthew could only smile as she walked further and further away.

’What a peculiar girl,’ he thought.

Although he knew of the existence of vampires with green hair, he had never seen one until now. And that was despite having conquered the kingdom with the greatest diversity of people on his own.

After she left, he continued to enjoy the atmosphere for a while longer. Since he didn’t need to return to his room anytime soon, he went sightseeing around the city, bought several local items, tried different regional flavors, and, while doing so, also listened to a variety of conversations.

Many of those conversations centered on what was currently happening in the world. The world in chaos and constant war was something that had not been seen in a very long time.

Although vampires had wars against humans and devourers, they were never of such magnitude that, in a few days, millions of people died as was happening lately.

Concern and instability were growing, as trade did not move much during wars. The economy practically came to a standstill during those times. Sooner or later, this would affect all cities around the world.

’The king’s duty is to give his people the pleasure of tranquility and stability. If I fail in that, what difference would there be between me and those traitorous kings?’ Matthew thought.

It seems he needed to formulate long-range plans to ensure adequate stability for those who are not traitors. At least until someone else takes his place.