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Chapter 710 The escaped blood slave

Demit and Paul were dragged into the first class cabin almost in embarrassment.

There was a look of fear visible to the naked eye on their faces, but unexpectedly they did not put up any resistance... Instead, their faces were ashen and their bodies were stiff.

——This is the first time they have entered first class.

Compared with their cabin, which had more than a dozen people sharing a room and was filled with all kinds of complex odors... this first-class cabin was like a luxuriously decorated hotel. The soft dark red carpet was expensive and easily damaged by moisture at sea.

There is a wooden desk, and a large row of various books. There is also a luxurious sofa that can accommodate at least five people at the same time, and a built-in independent bathroom and toilet. This is just the outer hall, and the bedroom is in a room further inside.

The butler glanced at them with a stern gaze, and then pronounced his verdict indifferently:

"You just stay here."

Then the housekeeper turned and walked towards the back room.

After he left, Dimit turned to Paul for help.

He lowered his voice and whispered in a very low voice: "What should we do now... should we run?"

"run?"

Paul glanced at him and replied in his usual voice - even slightly louder than speaking: "You can't run away."

"Keep your voice down——"

Dimit was startled and begged hurriedly.

But Paul was still minding his own business and said: "That extraordinary being who is at least the fourth level... do you want to escape in front of that kind of existence?

"Let me remind you, this ship is a closed space - or do you want to jump into the sea to feed the fish?"

"——Why are you running?"

At this moment, a young but slightly hoarse voice sounded.

That hoarse voice was like a demon whispering in the ear, possessing a bone-chilling magical charm.

The two of them trembled subconsciously, then raised their heads and looked towards the inner hall.

I saw that the eldest lady changed into a pair of regular clothes that looked equally expensive, but were much more comfortable - it was a goose yellow dress with a home style, and the black silk and leather boots were also replaced by socksless ones.

Sandals. She was approaching the two of them with a smile...but the taciturn and imposing housekeeper did not appear.

Demit subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

——Facing the beautiful and lovely noble lady and facing the cold and scary butler, he would rather choose the former.

Because it was the first time he faced an unfamiliar nobleman in this position, he subconsciously wanted to lower his head. But a lingering magical charm made the face of the young lady seem to be engraved in his mind.

Normally - even though he had lowered his head, the beautiful pair of ruby-like scarlet pupils appeared in his mind.

Dimit couldn't restrain his instinct, and subconsciously glanced up, then continued to lower his head.

...but for some reason, he always felt a sense of disharmony.

When I saw her on the street before, the young lady's temperament didn't seem to be like this... but softer and more restrained.

Dimitri thought this and suddenly realized that his companion Paul had quieted down at some point and made no sound at all.

...could he have been killed?

His heart tightened, and random conjectures appeared in his mind. Then he quickly looked up at his companions.

--fear.

But for the first time, he saw such extreme and ferocious fear in the eyes of Paul, who was always calm and reliable, as if he knew everything. Just tasting his expression made Dimit's heart tremble uncontrollably...

…It’s like immersing your brain in ice water, and your whole body shudders.

And the eldest lady just looked at Paul with deep meaning.

"Not bad," she said lightly, "it seems you know something...can you tell me?"

The tone is different from previous appearances.

The noble lady's tone at this moment was suddenly filled with a touch of arrogance that Dimitri instinctively hated.

...That kind of sudden change is like an actor with good acting skills suddenly entering the state.

This strange thought suddenly appeared in Dimit's mind.

His mother works as a cleaner in a theater troupe. Sometimes the theater troupe will issue some free "practice tickets" to the staff, and you can enter with the tickets. You can enter when the actors are rehearsing and watch this kind of incoherent performance.

drama.

The main purpose is to test the audience's reaction to different sections and performances under the condition of confidentiality. For Dimit, who comes from an ordinary family, this is the only way he can watch the opera. And only in this way, it is enough

It allowed him to brag to his classmates and friends.

Because of this, Dimitar always looked at things very seriously when he was a child.

He clearly remembered that actors who had received training from the director would suddenly undergo such extremely severe changes when the "start" command was issued after a pause.

...But why does she want to act?

A doubt appeared in Dimit's mind, but he temporarily put it aside and saved it.

"Paul—what's wrong?"

He forced himself to be brave and asked in a trembling voice.

Although he was worried about his friend, he did not dare to question such a nobleman who exuded evil spirits. He could only avert his gaze, look at the open space, and use less sharp language to question.

Dimitar realized that his words could easily be understood as a question to Paul, so he quickly added in a low voice: "What did you do to him...?"

"I didn't do anything."

The noble lady whose name is still unknown turned her head slightly and smiled contemptuously: "You might as well ask him - who is he?"

"--Owner."

Suddenly, Paul fell to his knees without warning, and his forehead banged loudly on the floor.

He was lying on the ground, his pupils suddenly hollowed out. His expression became painful, and he curled up like a shrimp: "Master...please suck my blood, master...please suck Paul's blood..."

——There is no doubt that that is the function of the Charm Lock.

When the Moonchild hunts, it will mark its prey with its own body fluids through kisses, licks, bites, etc.

This kind of mark is called "enchantment". Its essence is a curse.

Because the child of the moon is very fragile when eating - not only does he have to expose his neck and get close enough to fully embrace him, but he also has to pierce his hollow teeth into the other person's body.

Once it enters the enchanted state, the prey does not want to believe that what the other person tells is a lie, nor can it see through the other person's true intentions... It is like crazy that it wants to do something for the other person to make him happy, and it may even pay a huge amount for this.

The price of most.

For example, let the person you meet for the first time enter your home, prepare a sumptuous dinner for the person with all your heart, or lend the person some money, or help him lie, saying that you have never seen him when facing trackers and hunters.

...just like he is his best friend, or the lover he most wants to pursue.

She raised her eyebrows, feeling that things were gradually becoming interesting.

(End of chapter)




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