Ignoring the bustle around him, Fitney made his way to the door. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Her pale hand rested on the door, and she could feel the chill coming in from outside the door—it was so cold outside. She thought to herself.

"Little girl, be careful on the road. The innkeeper saw her and said casually - though he cared, he seemed to be unconcerned.

"Thank you. Fitney's hand about to push the door open paused, and she nodded at the boss, her voice instantly swallowed up by a wave of excitement, she didn't know if the tavern owner heard her or not.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

She pushed the door open and melted into the cold night—the moment she did, she could barely see what was outside—only a few lamps hanging from the eaves that emitted a faint light, faintly tracing the outline of the house.

One foot was on the soaked ground, and at this moment, an umbrella was propped up on her head, protecting her.

"Vlad, you're going to get wet. Fitney looked at the tall man who suddenly appeared and said slowly.

"It's okay, miss. Vlad said respectfully.

They had apparently had had spoken like this countless times, and had become accustomed to it, and the girl sighed slowly, then her expression changed back to its original coldness, and she stepped into the rain.

Walking on a rainy night is not a very interesting thing - neither of them has a description of it.

"Lovely season, lovely world - I love it so much!" Fitney saw a brisk figure appear in the street - a tall woman with long red hair and red eyes, and such a brisk pace could easily be infected by her excitement.

"Lovely girl, pay attention to your words and deeds, and don't disturb the young lady's thoughts. Vlad reminded her.

"Ahh

Seeing this, Fitney didn't participate in their interaction, and walked straight forward, she was really thinking at this point.

"Oh, Ronnay, don't ignore me—if you ignore me, I'll go play with someone else?" the woman blinked, she followed Fitney forward, the rain piercing through her body, she seemed to be a ghost, unable to touch everything around her.

"I'm thinking about something, sorry. Fitney stopped, she stood still, exhaled slightly, white air masses emanating from her mouth and slowly dissipating.

It's another month of trekking.

"Think, think, think!" the woman repeated three times.

"Dracula, you're too noisy. Vlad said, his handsome, pale face with a sense of seriousness, "Noise is not in accordance with God's will." ”

"God?!I don't believe in God!The most hateful thing a believer can do is to think that everyone has the same faith as him!" Dracula said in a loud voice, and then she glared at Vlad, "and besides, I am here because of you! If you hate me, please hate yourself!"

"I certainly don't want a spin-off like you if I could. Fred was expressionless.

"Oh my God, you're so cruel. Dracula muttered discontentedly, and then she floated around in frustration, like a phantom in an opera house, dramatic, emotional, and unclear what she was thinking—but these things didn't necessarily need to be explored.

Ignoring them, Fitnair continued on until he came to the place where he had settled—an inn, much quieter than a tavern.

"Lonnay prefers a lonely and quiet place as Vlad prefers an old castle - ah, what a damn strange character!" Dracula sighed when she saw the inn, and then she looked forward to it, "but there are humans here? Sleeping humans - blood to taste." ”

"Now is not the time. "Fitney finally spoke to her.

"Are you serious? Oh, you're serious, it really saddens me. Frustrated, Dracula followed Fitney into the hotel.

Fitney had been living here for some time, and they returned to their room with ease—there was nothing to be said about the simple ornaments.

"Miss, do you need a shower, or do you just rest?" asked Vlad, closing the door to his room.

"Hahahahaha!" Vlad seems to have become addicted to the role of a butler!" Dracula laughed loudly, her body slowly floating in the air, and she trembled with laughter - some believe that she had a young girl's mind, but she did look tall and beautiful, and could be called a beauty.

"You seem to be too rampant?" Vlad said.

"That's enough, so be it. Fettnay interrupted Vlad, she slowly unfastened her cloak and hung it on the hanger by the door, she was no different from three years ago, but she had grown a lot taller, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"Not really. Vlad said.

"I'm not doing anything—when I want to kill and do, praise me, my dear. Dragu smiled.

Fitney did not speak again, but walked over to his desk, unfolded a scroll, picked up the quill on the table, and began to write and draw on it.

Vlad and Dracula were clearly summoners, but they weren't summoning "two people", and Fitney looked at them with clenched fists - as if to signal what she wanted to grasp.

Fitnair was silent, she only looked at the two of them for a moment before she began to think, and when she finally recovered from her thoughts, she found Dracula looking at her intently.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Fitney.

"Speaking of which, Lonnay, can't I really kill someone?" Dracula thought for a moment - it would be a mistake to really think that she would say something important or comfort someone.

"Not right now. ”

"I don't like the guy today - he's not a good guy, you know it, don't you. Dracula was dissatisfied.

"No, at least, not until he delivers it. ”

At this moment, the wind beat on the window, making a crisp sound.

"Ah, what a poor boy - a pathetic future. Dracula was still letting out a strange sigh, but this time her voice was much quieter.

The important reason why Fitnair was able to tolerate her was that her exaggeration was always within the acceptable range of people.