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Joseph looked at the sun and turned to Lance, suddenly feeling closer to him.

In fact, when it came to playing, only Qing'er was playing. The two men, just accompanying each other, were basically Qing-er talking and sighing, while Joseph was busy taking pictures of Qing-er.

One day, he went to Windsor Castle, and Qing'er seemed to be very interested in it.

Joseph did not know much about this. He only knew that this was a king who loved beauties but not mountains.

"Lance, have you been living in London?"

Qing'er asked Lance while they were visiting Windsor Castle.

"Hardly ever."

He was not sure what Qing Er wanted to ask.

"Have you ever met the Duke of Windsor?"

Qing'er turned around and retreated while waiting for Lance's answer.

Lance was stunned for a moment.

Duke Windsor was known as the eighth generation of Dewar in history, and Lance had been very idle at that time. He had also been obsessed with the life of a noble. But he knew that if he told Ching that he had known Edward VIII well, there would be endless questions.

"Maybe I've seen it before. It's been too long, I can't really remember."

Lance thought for a while and said.

"Then what about his character? Is private life really so debauchery, as history has it? Do you really have a lot of mistresses? Since his private life is so dissolute, how could he not want mountains and rivers, want beauties? "

Qing'er, who was nine years old, couldn't answer all of these questions.

Although he knew a lot, but since history had made a judgment, he should not be 'lustful' of history anymore.

"Qing'er, even if Duke Wen Sha abdicates, he is still a member of the royal family, we should believe in history."

Joseph looked at Lance gloomily. He felt that he came to the wrong place today, but he didn't know why Qing Er chose to visit Windsor Castle.

During the whole day, they only went to Windsor Castle, which was filled with questions from Qing'er. This made Lance and Joseph very upset. They decided to bring the local details the next time they went there.

On the way back, Ying'er fell asleep in the car. Joseph looked at Lance and finally spoke.

"Are you really a vampire?"

Looking at how Lance was no different from a human, Joseph could not believe it.

"Is it important?"

Lance did not ignore him but responded to Joseph.

"Yes. Qing'er seems to like you. Am I measuring the gap between us?"

Joseph was very frank and seemed to regard Lance as a love rival in his heart.

"You mean I'll be your rival?"

A faint smile appeared on Lance's face.

"Are we rivals in love?"

Joseph looked at Lance with a conflicted expression.

"You're thinking too much. I'm already 300 years old. What about you? A love rival? Don't you think that's ridiculous? "

Lance's smile widened. He knew that this boy had enmity towards him, but he didn't expect to be treated as a love rival. Was this considered an honor? Or was it unfortunate?

"But you look young."

Joseph said paradoxically.

To them, three hundred years was a long time ago, and impossible.

"I will still be this young after three hundred years, so please allow me to call you little friend, don't take me as your rival in love. If it wasn't for Nell, I wouldn't have known about this little thing, then you probably wouldn't think like that."

Lance knew Joseph's identity. As of now, many members of their race had joined into the human society. Lance did not want any conflict with this child, and he did not want it to be because of his boring 'love rival'.

"Even if ten or twenty years later, when Qing'er grows up to be an adult, do you have any thoughts?"

Hearing Lance mention Nell, Joseph was even more worried. A five hundred year old vampire and a thirty year old human, since they could be together, then Lance and Qing'er were not absolute.

"Little friend, since you like her, you should let her know that chasing her earlier isn't wrong."

Lance said the same words as Kyle.

"But Qing Er is still too young, she won't understand."

Joseph said in distress.

"You're underestimating her. She's a little demoness. Do you think there's anything she doesn't understand?"

Lance stretched out his arm and patted Joseph's shoulder as if in encouragement.

"I want to take Qing Er away, do you have a way?"

Joseph finally put down the hostility and said to Lance.

Lance shook his head at Joseph's question. There was nothing he could do about this little thing.

However, he was very generous with his' little friend ', Joseph. He actually agreed to let Joseph stay in the castle as a guest.

But Joseph hesitated, the castle oppressed him, and he didn't want his to think he wanted to supervise her or control her.

In the end, Joseph decided not to stay at the castle.

Although he did not live there, Joseph would go to the castle every day.

Qing'er still wanted to go out and play, but Lance was no longer with her.

Joseph's meaning was very clear. If he were to become a light bulb again, it would be called insensible.

That day, Qing'er played with Joseph until very late to return to the castle. Because of Qing'er's insistence, Joseph stayed in the castle for the night.

It was also at this moment that Joseph realized that Qing Er was sleeping in the same bed as Lance. He felt as if he had swallowed hundreds of flies and was extremely uncomfortable.

"Qing'er, I have something to take care of tonight. If you are afraid then go to Joseph's room to sleep."

Lance also seemed to know that Joseph was in a bad mood so he took the initiative to give way.

"Ah, where are you going?"

Qing'er was slightly surprised. She had lived in the castle for many days now, but Lance had never gone out, especially at night.

"I am going to deal with some matters concerning the Strigoi. You can let Joseph accompany you tonight. But I think you should get used to being alone. It's been so long, if the team doesn't send for you, you should be fine."

Lance changed his clothes and said.

"How soon will you be back?"

"Not necessarily. This time it will be more difficult. Maybe three or five days, maybe longer. These days just let Joseph accompany you."

Lance paused and thought for a while before answering.

"Then I …"

"No, this is a matter of our blood clan. If you go, they will treat you as a feast."

Lance said before she finished.

"Alright then, I won't stay here any longer. I'm going to the hotel."

Qing'er seemed to be a little angry as she said.

"Alright, then I'll take my leave."

Lance went downstairs.

Joseph also went downstairs. He thought Lance seemed to be doing it on purpose, but he was looking forward to it. Perhaps tomorrow Qing Er would want to leave.

After Lance left, Joseph and Qing'er stood on the stairs, looking at each other.

"Qing Er, will you be afraid alone?"

Joseph did not want to think about unhealthy things, so he asked with a gentle smile.

"One thing, Joseph. If Lance doesn't come back, can we move to a hotel tomorrow?"

Qing'er said gloomily.

She wasn't stupid. She had the feeling that Lance was avoiding her, that he had been like that ever since Joseph arrived.

"Qing'er, why don't I go with you? Auntie and Uncle, this should be in Denmark. Why don't I go with you?"

Josef asked softly, stepping forward and holding her hand.

"No, it's boring, Josef. Why don't we go to the Middle East? There's a war going on there. It should be fun."

Suddenly she took Joseph's hand and ran into the room.

"Not good, that place is not safe. It's very easy to get hurt by stray bullets."

"That's not it, Joseph. Look, I saw a list of names. The leaders of more than 20 countries in the Middle East will become the target of assassinations. Should we join in the fun too?"

Qing'er turned on her computer and pulled out a top-secret file.

Joseph saw the red, top secret seal and his mind went blank.

"Qing Er, where did you get this?"

Joseph asked in panic.

"I think it's some country's intelligence agency, but I can't remember if it's the FBI or the CIA."

Qing'er pretended to be confused. These days she had nothing to do in the castle, so she could only do something challenging.

"You, Qing'er, you're in big trouble."

Joseph was really angry. It was more dangerous than blowing up the team.

This time, he was afraid that Qing Er would become the target of the black and white duo.

"That won't happen, they won't know that it's mine. I've installed an anti-tracking program. It's been a week already, and it's not like no one has come to look for me yet."

Qing'er was a bit ignorant. She was not the only genius in this world, and she was also not the only expert. How could she not be able to find out?

"Qing Er, don't say anymore. We'll leave tonight."

Josef took out the phone. A week, then.

Qing'er was really too reckless. She was getting bolder and bolder. Sooner or later, her little life would be over.

"Father, Qing'er is in trouble. We must return to Sicily through the night."

Joseph informed his father that if there was anywhere else that was safe enough to protect Ching, all he could think of was Sicily, which was out of reach for most people.

"What did that girl do?"

On the other end of the phone, Kyle was still smiling, seemingly unconcerned.

"Father, I'll tell you in detail when we get back. Anyways, Qing Er has caused a lot of trouble this time. It's even more serious than blowing up the team. I'll hang up first."

Joseph had made his father mentally prepared. Since they were going to protect Qing Er, they had to be prepared to fight against the righteous path.

"No, Josef, don't be surprised. No, no, it's not that big of a deal. It's their own stupidity."

Qing'er didn't have the slightest sense of danger, and stubbornly refused to leave.

"Qing Er, although you are only nine years old, you should understand what this top-secret document means. If this document were to be spread online, what kind of situation would that be? Have you thought about it?"

Joseph didn't want to sound serious, but that was the truth. In the past month, the leaders of two countries in the Middle East had been assassinated, and according to the top secret information, even more assassinations would be involved. It was possible that a serious matter could lead to the Third World War.

"It's because they're in the wrong and everyone has the right to live. For the sake of endless desire, they would kill someone else. Stealing from someone else is not right."

Qing'er said angrily.

"Qing'er, we are not God, nor are we a judge. These things are not things that we can meddle in … "Damn it …"

Joseph stopped mid-sentence and immediately carried Qing'er to the bottom of the bed.

What did he say? There was still a mountain to be found, and it was impossible to not find it. It was just a matter of time.

"Bang …" "Bang …"

The sound of bullets hitting the bed made Qing'er cover her ears.

"If we get out of here alive tonight, you can come back to Sicily with me immediately."

He knows how ruthless those people are.

These candidates must have come prepared after Lance left.

Qing'er took Joseph's phone and was about to dial it when Joseph snatched it away.

"They will expose their target."

Joseph whispered in her ear, holding Qing'er.

"Don't make a sound. If you hear my gunshot, leave. First, find a place to hide."

Joseph clenched his teeth as he saw the shadow outside the window.

It looks like they didn't come in through the front door, but through the window.