Chapter 190

This attitude, Francis was completely disregarding the royal family.

Chloe recalled the balding middle-aged uncle she had seen when she was little and found it hard to believe that he would actually do something that undermined the dignity of the royal family.

Tsk, people do change after all.

Thinking this, Chloe pushed open the door of one of the rooms in the hallway.

Compared to Chloe's room, this one was noticeably smaller and cramped.

The furnishings inside were also quite old and worn, as if they had been there for a long time, with the wallpaper turning yellowish.

Daniel wandered around, his expression unchanged, though he did sigh deeply for a while.

Finally, he patted Anderson's shoulder:

"It's alright, my brother's room is even worse than yours, with no furniture at all, just a stone bed."

Daniel was afraid Anderson would be upset, so he began incessantly complaining about the dilapidated cave he lived in.

Anderson remained silent, just listening quietly, occasionally nodding in seeming approval.

While listening, he ate the food that had been served.

Those past days were mostly spent like this.

The food made in the servants' small kitchen wasn't tasty at all, completely lacking in nutrition for a growing youngster.

But no one cared whether a Death Warrior ate well or not, except for Chloe.

It was as if she had picked up an injured stray dog from the streets; Chloe had brought him back and naturally taken on the role of his caretaker.

Like this food that was always intentionally packed up for him.

Chloe yawned and sat in a soft chair, brushing her hair.

After Anderson finished eating, Chloe urged him:

"Do you still remember where the Francis Family is? Take us there."

Hearing this, Anderson paused for a moment, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the grease from the corners of his mouth and said a simple "Okay."

After washing his face, Anderson led the group out.

The five of them, quite a crowd, yet they didn't alarm anyone unrelated.

Occasionally, a few servants sweeping the grounds would ask the young lady where she was going.

Chloe would uniformly reply that they were going out to play.

They didn't suspect anything, just nodded and continued sweeping.

In this way, Chloe smoothly left the estate.

On the top floor, Xavier leaned by the window, his suit impeccable, not a speck of dust on his sleeves.

He calmly watched his child brazenly leave the estate gates before slowly turning his gaze away.

"Francis went to find this child?"

His voice was deep and mellow, carrying the authority of one in a high position.

Not far away, Kewen shed his rough demeanor and said seriously:

Enough ants could eat an elephant, let alone those petty Vampire nobles.

It was about time, so Anderson got out of the car and went down.

The others immediately followed.

At the entrance, a few knights stopped them and searched their bodies for prohibited items.

Such as swords and firearms.

They had originally thought the youngsters wouldn't be carrying anything, until one knight pulled a jeweled dagger from Chloe's boot.

The knight: "..."

"Hand it over."

Chloe arched her brow: "Are you sure?"

The knight hesitated in taking the dagger: "...Is there a problem?"

Chloe crossed her arms and looked at him:

"Haven't you seen the mark on the dagger? Francis has some nerve, confiscating other people's belongings."

Hearing this, the knight's lips tightened slightly as he carefully examined the dagger.

After noticing the rose emblem on the hilt, he immediately became respectful.

He returned the jeweled dagger to Chloe with both hands:

"This way, young lady."

Chloe raised her chin slightly, giving a haughty "hmph," and headed straight for the Francis Family manor.

The full bearing of a noble young lady.

The knight blushed, quickly calling someone to go inform the household, then walked over to the group of youngsters to lead them inside.

At this moment, Chloe seemed like a different person, her unruly demeanor completely gone, leaving only the arrogance of an old noble.

She walked around the manor with her arms crossed, occasionally offering her opinions.

"Who hung this ugly painting?"

The knight touched his forehead: "It's... the old family master."

Chloe rolled her eyes: "I knew it, the old man's taste couldn't be any better."

She walked along, finding fault with everything.

On one hand, she complained that the carpet was not soft enough and hurt her feet, on the other hand, she said the lights were too bright and dazzled her eyes.

In short, from the lobby to the inner chambers, there was no flaw that Chloe could not find.

She outright denigrated the Francis Family as worthless.

Yet the knight dared not pass wind.

"Yes, yes, whatever the young lady says is right."

He kept wiping his sweat, fearing to offend this most honored seedling of the pureblooded Vampires.

The child of the Ancestor was bound to be somewhat pampered.

Could she live up to her exalted status without such pampering?