It is said to be a dungeon, but it is actually just a cellar for storing wine, with a barrier set up to temporarily lock people inside. As soon as Wen Ying walked in, the gloomy air immediately surrounded, trying to invade the luxurious long dress she was wearing.
Freno was still dressed like a homeless man. He was sitting next to a big round wooden barrel, with his hand casually resting on the raised leg, his hair loose, and he looked extraordinarily uninhibited.
When he realized that someone was coming in, he raised his eyes. The dark blue eyes made it hard to see to the bottom, as if nothing could be reflected in his eyes.
"Does it hurt?" The girl's soft and cautious voice sounded in the cellar.
She walked up to him and bent down, trying to touch the torn hole in his clothes. Then she found that most of the wounds had scabbed over, and had to cluck her tongue again at the vampire's healing powers. It seems that even a low-level vampire can heal himself very quickly.
She opened her hands awkwardly.
He asked indifferently, "Do you have any cigarettes?"
"I didn't mean to say that... No, I did it on purpose." She sat down beside him, let the hem of Huamei's skirt touch the dirty ground intimately, and explained to him in a small voice, "If you don't Do it, you are going to leave. You can't... You can't just come and bully me, if I am destined to be locked up here, then you don't even think about leaving. "
"It's your fault for stealing things. Even if you're not bad for me, I can't count it as revenge, right?"
Freno: "... smoke, is there any?"
Facing his persistent question, she could only shake her head and ask, "Do vampires also smoke?"
"We've spent a lot of time mixing with humans."
"Oh." She hugged her legs and rested her chin on her knees. After a long pause, she suddenly looked at him with watery black eyes and said, "...you must be upset, you feel like you have never seen I'm such a hateful human being, aren't I?"
Freno: "... just forget about the smoke."
She looked like she was about to cry again.
People can't understand, how can there be so much water in the human body, or is she special
He couldn't forget his wet clothes from crying, and felt that the wetness on his back didn't fade away now. At that time, her tears fell down one by one, with scalding heat, which made his cold back suddenly up the temperature.
Very wonderful feeling.
In fact, as she said, she was just a thief, but even so, she was still feeling uneasy about a thief, just because he was nice to her on the way to take her away. What a pitifully low requirement.
"I hear Duke William treats women well."
"… Um?"
It's really good. He decorated her room luxuriously. Every small item he took out at random is an antique with a long history, which is priceless. There is also a wardrobe full of clothes, but the room as a whole is dark green and almost black, as if depressing the spirit of the people.
"It should be better than the two brothers Setet." Freno said.
He remembered the time when he came to Setet Castle, she was sitting on the cold ground, with her upper body leaning against the bedpost, her head tilted on the feather quilt, her eyes were empty. Even seeing him suddenly appearing from the window, she didn't mean to scream in the slightest. She was intact from top to bottom, but she looked as if she had been severely injured, as if she had lost her soul.
"Maybe."
She responded in a trance, and suddenly asked him, "Is this your comfort?"
As soon as she got out of the dungeon, Wen Ying was surrounded by Duke William's group of yingyingyanyans. She took a closer look and found that these were all human women, and the skin colors of all countries could be seen. They were dressed like noble ladies in the European Middle Ages. People, smeared with makeup and covered their faces with fans, surrounded her and smiled sweetly.
"Isn't this a girl newly recruited by the Duke? She is not very old, can she satisfy the Lord?"
One of them said something, and the rest covered their mouths and laughed. Seeing that Ying didn't respond, it was just because she was afraid of strangers. Immediately afterwards, someone told her the rules, and even took her to recognize her sisters and called her by name. Apart from being overly enthusiastic, there were also a few sentences of jealousy and verbal strife. It was rare for them to see the Duke being so interested in a certain human being.
Duke William has a habit of collecting. He believes that there are subtle differences in the blood of women from different countries, so after collecting new nationalities, he can always have great enthusiasm for that person. However, there have long been people from country Z among them, which makes this group of seemingly united women feel vaguely wary of Wen Ying.
Wen Ying finally felt the weirdness from their conversation, and asked them: "Are you voluntary?"
"Aren't you?" They were more surprised than she was, and they smiled again, "Even if they weren't in the beginning, they will be in the future. The men outside are either raised by women, cheating on them, or they don't have much ability to pay back. Those who dare to shout at women, compared to those, the Duke is handsome and rich, chic and knowledgeable, it is really a rare home, even if it is to share with others, we are willing."
Speaking of which, it sounds to people that they are the mistresses of Duke William, maybe he will have a relationship with them, but it is really weird to define himself in this position.
Wen Ying said calmly: "We are all just food."
This remark aroused public outrage, "What nonsense! Although the Duke will drink our blood, we can also feel happy from it, can't we? Your Excellency needs blood for a living, and this is not harmful to us. This is an equal mutual relationship." Help each other!"
"Then no one has ever died here?"
This sentence is like pressing a certain switch, the air becomes stagnant in an instant, and the crowd does not know whose breath is at home.
The women fell silent for a moment.
At this moment, the attendant in the castle walked up to Wen Ying and said, "Your Excellency, please come over." He made a gesture of invitation without refusing, and Wen Ying lifted her skirt slightly, not knowing who was waiting for her. A very small voice reminded her from behind.
"Be obedient and don't resist."
Duke William is quite gentle and amiable, but his feminine face will add an indescribable sense of disobedience to this kindness.
"My oriental baby is here." He gave Wen Ying a big hug, "Are you still used to living here? Remember to treat this place as your own home."
He took her to visit the paintings in the old castle. His title of Duke is different from that of the two brothers, who were bestowed by human society, and they are revered in vampire society because of their blood and abilities. And Duke William really has the duke rank in the society of vampires, which means that he has lived for a long time. Therefore, the paintings in his corridor all have traces of ancient history, attracting people to linger.
Until he brought Wen Ying to a painting, which showed a very cute little European girl with baby fat. She made a flowering gesture with her hands, pursed her lips, and the arms above her head were full of gorgeous flowers , red flowers and white stamens, bright and extravagant that does not match her age, which makes the painting feel incongruous. Her eyes are weird red pupils, looking directly at the person looking at the painting in front, Wen Ying seems to feel a little illusion, the light is flowing in her eyes, as if alive.
Was it a spell cast
Duke William stroked the painting in admiration, "What do you think? This is a work of art I made with my own hands. I like this one the most. Maybe your taste is the same as mine?"
Facing his expectant gaze, Wen Ying whispered, "Her eyes..."
"Um?"
"It seems to be moving."
"Of course." He winked at her mysteriously, with a strange smile on his lips, "That's why I call them works of art, my most unique creations. All the red colors are from human blood. made."
He pointed to the endless corridor, "It's not just this one..." The wall lamps were lit one by one, making the corridor more and more deep, and the people in the paintings were sitting or standing, crying or laughing, Both had a pair of blood-red eyes emitting a faint light.
It was like thousands of people whose lives had been deprived of him were watching him in this way.
And the skin on those paintings looks more and more like a real person's skin...
Wen Ying felt the hairs on her arms stand on end, she took a breath of air and stepped back, but happened to bump into Duke William's arms.
"Do not be afraid."
His hand held her shoulder, cold and sticky, like a snake crawling up to the touch.
The day after seeing the painting was uneventful, but at night, in a daze of sleep, Wen Ying suddenly felt that her body was being pressed by a heavy object, and she couldn't breathe, and then there was a clammy breath on her skin, causing skin irritation. Little shudder.
She woke up trembling, and was facing a pair of faint green eyes.
The scream had already rushed to her throat, but was covered by a big hand that was stretched out unexpectedly, making her cry become a muffled sound in her throat.
"Don't bark, save your strength." Seeing her waking up, he was more than happy, and said with a low smile, "I'm different from those brothers. They are only young and don't know how to make a lady happy. Believe me, you It will be an unprecedented experience.”
He is indeed different. Both Oswald and Osmond like to suck blood directly, without any warning.
But his hands are like touching thousands of women, familiar with every part of them, kneading, stroking, teasing, his breathing, his lips and tongue on her skin, when he feels her trembling , he thought that represented her emotional reaction. He chuckled softly, "Relax..." The tip of his nose lightly pressed against her skin, fascinated by the aroma of blood under the veins.
However, when he was intoxicated, the position of his left shoulder was suddenly pierced by a sharp object!
His pupils shrank suddenly, and only then did he realize that the woman under him was piercing a cross into his left chest, just as he was moving, she inadvertently slipped the cross.
The cross was a necklace, but she wrapped it around her wrist a few times as a bracelet, which happened to be convenient for her to hold in her palm.
Duke William smiled, "Cross? Don't you know that vampires are already immune to it? Even if I let you stab your heart, there won't be..."
Wen Ying knows.
This is the cross that Aussie gave her. When he knew that she faced their insecurity, he bought this necklace with the cross at her request. Of course, he also told her that modern vampires have gradually developed the ability to resist crosses, which is not very effective.
Not big, but not none.
At least the wound on his stabbed shoulder showed no signs of healing, which was difficult to achieve with other items.
Before Duke William finished speaking, she suddenly pulled out the cross, and once again stabbed the tip into his heart fiercely!
Blood gushed from the wound.
The severe pain caused his body to convulse, and his eyes suddenly fixed on Wen Ying, like a poisonous snake aiming at its prey. His right hand tore her clothes, and in her struggle of resistance, he strangled her neck!
During this process, Wen Ying pulled out the cross again, and the blood splashed out onto her face, and she slowly and persistently wanted to stab it into his body for the third time.
The girl's desperate resistance finally angered him. Duke William's eyes were gloomy and furious, "Why? Since they are all vampires, why don't you fight those two people to death or life, and refuse to let me get close? Is it because of the ridiculousness? Chastity?!"
The thin oxygen made her face flush, but she refused to answer his question.
He smiled coldly, the strength in his hands increased suddenly, and his voice was like a snake hissing close to his ears, "Don't think that I am reluctant to do it, your blood is precious, that's all. I hate it most when people resist me, if you If you are not obedient, I will turn you into those paintings on the wall."
When mentioning his artwork, the color in Duke William's eyes became strange.
As if he was moved by his proposal, he stroked her cheek with the other hand, gently wiped the blood on it, and exclaimed: "Young, beautiful, and the blood is so unique and sweet, it will definitely become an outstanding work of art …”
He made a cut in an inconspicuous place on her body, and fresh thick blood flowed out, as if to pick up paint for painting.
And Wen Ying made a difficult gasp under his restraint.
"Os... Vader..."
In Setet Castle, the atmosphere became tense like never before, and they couldn't get a good night's sleep during the day. Because of the sunshine, I couldn't go out, so I tried every means to find out about Sakura through relationship channels.
"It must be someone from the banquet." After finding no useful information, Osmond analyzed with a cold expression, "Ordinary vampires don't have such courage, let alone the ability to steal. At the risk of offending us, even low-level vampires can be ruled out, counting from the earl, including the elders, how many people attended the banquet?"
Winston did not follow them, but he had a banquet list in his hand. He excluded most of the people as requested by the host, but the number of names on the list was still considerable.
Osmond glanced at it and shook his head, "It's too slow."
It is obviously useless to contact with communication tools. Vampires above the earl have a certain status. There must be a barrier at the door of the residence that is difficult to enter. They have to visit one by one, and this speed is obviously too slow.
While pondering, Osmond suddenly noticed that his brother's eyes were different, as if he had thought of something, but he was not sure whether the other party wanted Wen Ying to come back alive, maybe her disappearance didn't matter to him at all
However, he still couldn't help asking curiously, "Oswald, what are you thinking?"
"… nothing."
Oswald frowned and replied. He was sitting lazily on the window sill, from where he could see the flower bed downstairs, he waved his hand, and a rose flew up. A scene suddenly flashed in his mind, she was caught off guard and fell from upstairs, and he appeared in time to catch her.
Winston's voice came from behind, "I remember that Master Oswald cast a name spell on Miss Sakura. If you are in danger, as long as Miss Sakura calls your name, you will be able to sense her location. Maybe... "
Osmond shook his head quickly, "No, I think, even if she is in danger now, she won't be called that name."
His decisive words made Oswald's hand caressing the rose heavy and cut off the stem.
Just when Osmond began to screen the visiting list again, Oswald's heart beat slightly as if he had been hit. He heard a call from afar, and it sounded from the bottom of his heart. It was a weak and helpless girl calling for help.
Os... Vader...
Oswald…
He just felt his heart beating again.
"William's Castle." He jumped off the windowsill, and under the surprised eyes of his younger brother and the housekeeper, he said in a very sure tone, "She's in William's Castle."