"Listen, Uncle Dracula."
Victor stood with his hands on his hips, looking like a grandmaster of romance.
"Those sonnets of yours like 'Your eyes intoxicate me like the blood moon' might have worked a hundred years ago, but now? Too old-fashioned!"
Dracula frowned and elegantly adjusted his cuffs, with the stubbornness unique to vampire nobility: "The expression of emotion is valuable for its sincerity; sincere feelings themselves are what move people most."
Victor shook his head, looking like a 'you just don't get it' expert.
"Emotions are important, of course! But the packaging has to keep up with the times!"
Victor snapped his fingers, his eyes darting as he decided to give a live demonstration.
He turned to Wednesday, his cynical expression instantly becoming incredibly focused, his deep gaze almost pulling one in.
"Wednesday, do you know? Every time I see you, it's like seeing the deepest midnight, allowing my restless heart to find its only peaceful sanctuary."
"I would rather be lost in your darkness forever than bathe in the dull sunlight."
Wednesday, who had been watching coldly with her arms crossed, paused slightly, a nearly imperceptible blush flashing across her pale cheeks.
She shifted her gaze somewhat unnaturally and gave a soft huff: "Smooth-talker."
But the tight corners of her mouth softened by a single pixel.
Victor immediately turned to Enid, his smile becoming bright and warm, with undisguised attachment.
"Enid, my Little Wolf Girl, your smile is more dazzling than the roundest full moon."
"Every time you get close, I feel like I'm surrounded by tranquil moonlight, wishing I could turn into a little puppy rolling around and acting spoiled in your arms, never wanting to leave."
Enid's face turned red instantly, her blue eyes rippling with shyness and sweetness. She lightly punched Victor's shoulder, her voice soft and sweet.
"Victor! Don't... don't say that so suddenly!"
But her body honestly moved a little closer to him.
Dracula watched, dumbfounded.
Not because the techniques were so brilliant, but because he could clearly feel that every word Victor said came from the heart.
That intense and pure emotion almost took physical form, overflowing from his astonishingly bright eyes, so sincere it was irresistible.
Victor wondered if they really thought the copy of 'the succubus cultivation guide' Mavis had gotten back then was some bootleg street-stall junk?
That was a genuine Han version!
Care to learn about a Han Succubus?
The focus was on "sincere feelings hitting the soul directly."
Although Victor had only learned the basics, mainly using it to act cute and flirt with his girlfriends.
But with this kind of talent bred into his bones, the effect was naturally outstanding.
"Do you understand now, Uncle Dracula?"
Victor winked at Dracula triumphantly.
"Emotion is the core, but expression needs a bit of skill and sincere packaging. To handle a modern independent woman like Captain Erica, you have to change your routine!"
Beside them, Jade's eyes sparkled. She pulled out a small notebook and a pencil stub from somewhere, frantically scribbling while muttering:
"Keywords: midnight, tranquility, lost... Target is the cold type... Keywords: full moon, sunlight, puppy... Target is the cute type... Oh my god, these are all key knowledge points!"
Dracula looked at Victor's textbook-like practical results, then at his own parchment filled with classical poetry, falling into deep thought.
Perhaps... what this kid said makes a little bit of sense? Have the times really changed?
After Victor urgently drilled in a few more points like "listen more, talk less," "smile at the right time," and "be specific with praise," he checked the time and, without a word, pushed the nervous, stiff-limbed Dracula toward the meeting place.
"You can do it, Uncle Dracula! Remember, you are an elegant Vampire Count!"
Victor patted his back hard to encourage him.
"I... yes, I can do it, I can do it..."
Dracula took a deep breath, a stiff smile forced onto his pale face, his mouth repeating the words in a low voice like a mantra.
Victor quickly pulled Enid and Wednesday, clutching Jade, and hid behind a thick coral pillar, poking his head out to observe in secret.
At first, the scene was perfect.
Captain Erica walked over, the soft moonlight spilling onto her silver-white hair, outlining her elegant profile.
She saw Dracula and gave a bright smile.
Dracula walked over with steady steps and pulled out a chair for her, his movements showing the poise of a thousand-year-old noble. His pale, handsome features held a mysterious charm under the lights.
Captain Erica's eyes also held admiration.
"It's working!" Victor whispered, high-fiving Enid.
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