Leo gently picked up the poor woman and placed her on the bed, tucking her in.
Suddenly, Leo’s expression turned icy, and his voice carried a deadly edge: “Come out, how long are you planning to keep watching?”
Poof!
A cloud of black mist appeared in the room, and Prince Devon and a group of vampires awkwardly materialized behind Leo.
It seemed they had been cramped in the luggage for too long; every vampire looked tired and in pain.
Vampires, being aristocrats who enjoyed luxury, rarely experienced such a grueling journey.
Of course, they didn’t dare complain to Leo.
“Master, we didn’t mean to,” Prince Devon said cautiously, noticing Leo’s displeased expression.
Leo merely snorted coldly without saying a word.
“Master, since you don’t want this girl, why not give her to us?” Duke Angus licked his lips, greedily eyeing the sleeping Deanna on the bed. “We’re all a bit tired and could use some fresh blood to rejuvenate.”
Leo’s face twisted with rage, his eyes shooting out a murderous glare. “Say that again, I dare you!”
The air in the room suddenly became scorching hot, and the vampires felt an overwhelming sense of danger, their bodies trembling slightly.
Prince Devon quickly tried to smooth things over. “Master, please forgive Angus. He… he…”
Under Leo’s growing fury, Prince Devon’s voice began to stutter.
As for Angus himself, his face turned deathly pale as if he could smell the scent of hell.
The vampires could hardly believe the extent of Leo’s power; his mere presence was enough to suppress them completely!
Leo’s killing intent suddenly receded. He spoke coldly: “It seems I need to set some rules for you. First, no bloodsucking in front of me; I don’t like it. Second, no feeding on Atrarians. The penalty for breaking these rules is death!”
The vampires shivered and quickly responded respectfully, “Yes, Master.”
“Also, it’s best not to target women and children. There are plenty of bad people in this world whose evil blood should be your favorite. Of course, this is just a suggestion, not an order.” Leo relaxed his stance slightly; he couldn’t let the vampires starve.
“Understood, Master.” The vampires sighed in relief; it wasn’t too bad.
“Alright then, you have one hour to find your own food outside the hotel. In a place like Petra, there shouldn’t be a shortage of scoundrels. But remember to be clean and efficient.” Leo said coldly.
“Yes, Master.” The vampires perked up, bowed together, and vanished into a cloud of black mist.
Late at night, the streets were deserted. The desert nights were harsh, so hardly anyone wandered outside.
An hour later, Leo jumped out of the window of his room.
Black bats silently circled above Leo’s head.
Leo’s destination was Kazni Temple.
The temple was closed, and its guards were essentially decorations to Leo and the vampires.
Leo wasn’t bloodthirsty; before entering the temple, he instructed the vampires not to kill unless absolutely necessary-just knock the guards out.
After successfully entering Kazni Temple, Leo curiously looked around.
Like most religious sanctuaries, the temple hall was lit by numerous eternal lamps burning faithfully, illuminating the hall.
The walls and ceiling were adorned with exquisite religious frescoes that had weathered the ages.
Although Leo wasn’t familiar with Islam, he could tell that none of the figures in the paintings were ordinary people.
On either side of the hall stood many intricately carved giant pillars, housing numerous sculptures.
There were graceful water-bearing maidens, imposing warriors, roaring lions, and gentle white lambs…
At the front of the hall stood a giant altar.
The altar also had a sculpture-a haloed Arab man standing on clouds, gazing at the sky with a winged horse beside him.
Leo recognized this as the founder of Islam-the Prophet Muhammad.
Behind the sculpture was a large colorful mural.
It seemed this was a typical Islamic temple.
After surveying the hall, Leo turned to the learned Archibald and asked, “Elder Archibald, tell me about Kazni Temple.”
“Yes, Master,” Archibald responded. After a moment of thought, he began: “Old Petra was established long ago by its masters, The Nabateans.”
“Around the 2nd century BC, Petra began to flourish because it controlled trade routes from the Middle East to the Mediterranean. This led to the rise of The Nabatean Kingdom.”
“Around 27 BC, King Altas III of The Nabatean Kingdom built the magnificent Kazni Temple as his future tomb and treasure house.”
“Later on, due to wars, changes in trade routes, and environmental shifts, The Nabatean Kingdom fell, and Old Petra disappeared into history and was gradually forgotten.”
“In 1812, Petra was rediscovered by Swiss explorer John Burke. Since then, Petra has re-emerged and quickly became a pilgrimage site for travelers worldwide.”
“Naturally, the legendary treasure hidden in Kazni Temple attracted many explorers and archaeologists. They came in droves hoping to find King Altas III’s treasure. Unfortunately, no one has found it.”
“As for other details, I’m not sure. Petra’s history is too ancient and lacks written records; many things will likely remain mysteries forever.”
After listening to Archibald’s account, Leo nodded slowly and pondered for a moment before asking: “Elder Archibald, do you think Petra could be the final resting place of King Solomon’s treasure?”
“It’s very possible,” Archibald replied cautiously.
Leo thought for a moment and then said: “Prince Devon, have two people guard the entrance while the rest search inside with me.”
“Yes, Master,” Devon nodded and turned to say: “Aubrey, Barlow, you two guard the entrance.”
“Yes, Prince,” Aubrey and Barlow nodded and went to guard the temple entrance.
Leo led Devon and others to search around the temple hall.
However, after searching for a long time, they found nothing-not even a reaction from the Star of West Asia in their hands.