Chapter 528: Two Vampires have No Blood to Drink XXXVIII

Chapter 528: Two Vampires have No Blood to Drink XXXVIII

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 gathered around her, attempting to invade the luxurious long dress she was wearing.

Frenaud still dressed like a homeless man, sitting next to a round wooden bucket, his hand casually resting on the supported leg, his hair falling out, looking particularly bold and unrestrained.

He raised his eyes when he noticed someone coming in. His deep blue eyes were so hard to see, as if nothing could be reflected in his eyes.

“Do you feel any pain? “The girl’s gentle and careful voice rang out in the cellar.

She walked up to him and bent down, trying to touch the tear on his clothes. Then she found that most of the wounds had already scabbed, and had to once again marvel at the vampire’s healing power. It seems that even vampires with low levels can heal themselves at a speed that no one can match.

She started talking at a conversational pace.

He asked nonchalantly, “Do you have any cigarettes?”

“I didn’t mean to say that.......no, I meant it. “She sat next to him, letting her beautiful skirt come into close contact with the dirty ground and explained in a small voice,” If I don’t do this, you’re going to leave. You can’t...... anyone can bully me, and if I’m destined to be locked up here, then you shouldn’t think about leaving either.”

“Stealing things is inherently your fault. Even if you treat me well, I can’t be considered as biting the hand that feeds me, can I?”

Frenaud: “......cigarettes, do you have any?”

It’s really quite well, he decorated her room with luxurious decorations. He casually took out a small item that was all ancient antiques, priceless, and had a wardrobe filled with clothing. Only the overall color of the room was dark green and nearly black, as if suppressing people’s spirits.

“It should be better than those Setite brothers,” Frenaud declared.

He remembered the situation when he arrived at the Chateau Sertet. She was sitting on the icy ground, her upper body leaning against the bedpost, her head tilted on the duvet, and her gaze empty. Even when he suddenly appeared from the window, there was no hint of alarm. She was completely undamaged, but she looked as if she had been severely injured, as if she had lost her soul.

“Perhaps.”

She responded in a daze and suddenly asked him, “Is this your comfort?”

As soon as she left the dungeon, Wen Ying was surrounded by Duke William’s group of warblers, birds, and swallows. Upon closer inspection, she realized that these were all human women, with skin tones visible from all over the world. They dressed like medieval noblewomen in Europe, covered in makeup and fans, and surrounded her with charming smiles.

“Isn’t this a new girl the Duke received? She’s not very old, can she satisfy master?”

One of them spoke out, while the others covered their mouths and laughed. Seeing Wen Ying not react, they only assumed that she was afraid of strangers. Then someone told her the rules, and took her to recognize sisters and name her. While being overly enthusiastic, there were also a few words of jealousy and verbal abuse. They have rarely seen a Duke so interested in a particular human being.

Duke William has a habit of collecting, believing that there are subtle differences in the blood of women from different countries, so he always develops great enthusiasm for that person after collecting a new nationality. However, among them, there were already people from Z country, which made this group of seemingly united women somewhat wary of Wen Ying.

Wen Ying finally felt strange from their conversation and asked them, “Are you all here voluntarily?”