Chapter 527: Two Vampires have No Blood to Drink XXXVII

Chapter 527: Two Vampires have No Blood to Drink XXXVII

Frénaud didn’t expect the person who he was about to steal to behave so cooperatively, not crying or making noise during the process, which caused him to not use the means he had already prepared. she also gave him a familiar feeling, and the day he passed by the entrance of the banquet hall, he discovered it.

He stuffed a small prop into her pocket at the time for easy positioning. You should know that the castle of the Setits brothers is easy to find, but difficult to enter, and it is highly likely to be confused by the fog around the castle, but she really kept the thing until today, which still made him feel very happy.

Just as he was secretly celebrating, he suddenly realized that he might have been too happy too early.

The person on his back cried, and she cried silently until he realized it.

“Are you okay?”

During his rapid jump of over ten kilometers, she did not stop crying, and he had to ask her humanely. Her tears wet his back, and strangely, he usually resists prey, except for her.

He is still far away from the destination. He has no ability to teleport. He has no sympathy for his prey, but he can’t regard her as nothing.

“I have a friend who passed away......”

“Mourning.”

“There are also thieves who don’t have long eyes, who keep jewelry full of castles and don’t steal, who steal a useless person.”

“......because someone gave money.” Her blood is enough to lure any prince level vampire, even if the person who owns her is already in power, but there is always someone who pays for desire.

Frenaud gave her an expressionless look.

“No wonder.”

Duke William’s gloomy gaze revealed a white tooth smile.

Although he also stole it from others and entrusted it to the blessing of the person in front of him, when it comes to him, he no longer allows others to covet any of his possessions.

Frénaud was beaten half to death by his orders and temporarily imprisoned in the dungeon of Wilhelm Castle.

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Small Theater:

Frénaud: It’s really not a thing.

Wen Ying: (pinching his face)

Frénaud: (choked)

Wen Ying: (Touching his head) Good good.