It's painful, it's scary.

The cold, damp air, the darkness that does not see the light of day, the dripping droplets of water, the long, still dead silence...... There is nothing more painful and fearful than these.

Skin trembling, limb weakness, sluggish thinking, and rigid functioning...... It can even feel itself getting weaker, losing its strength little by little... It doesn't get much scarier or more terrifying than that.

He wanted to move his head, but the hinges that locked his neck and forehead were firmly fixed to the wall;

want to change positions, but the joints of the limbs are penetrated and firmly locked;

Even if all the restraints are freed, the metal cage is still perfect and has no holes, ensuring that it will never escape from here, and can only curl up obediently in a child-sized space.

Although it is true that it is only a newborn cub in terms of age.

It doesn't understand why the people who created it had to create this cage that imprisons itself at the same time... He could only open his mouth and let out a meaningless howl with his weakened chest and throat.

It's painful, it's scary... Scared enough to count time with droplets, to use darkness as an illusion, to touch with cold memories, to see silence as indulgence—when pain and fear become commonplace, the beauty of the past becomes incomparably precious.

I really want to experience the warmth and softness again......

But it could only look forward to it, expecting the footsteps to approach again, lying on the cage, unshackling itself, and then lying in its ear with extreme tenderness, whispering to itself... It's time to eat again.

"Smack!"

Familiar footsteps... It suddenly raised its head, and its neck and skull, which were almost hinged off, could not be stopped, and its trembling mood instantly warmed its heart.

Can you tear that soft and comfortable little thing and suck that warm and sweet liquid again?!

The footsteps were getting closer, and in its excitement it screamed desperately outside the cage, trying to make the other person feel its kindness, opening its bloody mouth full of fangs and grinning at each other with a happy and welcoming smile.

Yes, be patient, be patient... A noisy child is not a good child; No toys and goodies.

To the master... Serve with loyalty.

The bloodthirsty roar died down, and the trembling Overseer Nilton was already sifting through chaff, his forehead and the cold sweat behind him almost soaking his clothes.

"Useless idiot!"

A cold, hoarse voice rang out in the darkness, and Governor Gaspar glanced behind him, looking contemptuously at his loyal dogleg.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had a bit of prestige among the wandering knights of Byrne, and that he was one of the few people under his command who could lead the army, he would have kicked him out of the gate of the Doge's Palace.

Although Byrne's knights are the most powerful in the Empire, there are also many famous knight families... But they all have one characteristic, which is absolute loyalty, and an overemphasis on reputation.

It's not that they don't betray, the desire for profit and the human nature to seek profit and avoid harm are the same everywhere, but in Byrne, if a knight betrays the object of his allegiance for no reason, he is considered a traitor, and the price is very heavy!

It can be as small as expelling from the family and becoming a wandering knight with mercenaries, to becoming a roadside water dog as everyone knows, and even being hunted down by the entire Byrne knight class, and being rewarded with a lot of money if you flee.

It's not a single count who is offering a bounty, but all of Byrne's people will raise money, and even if the lord levies a tax for it, no one will complain in the slightest - Gaspar once saw it with his own eyes, 50 million silver coins, plus a two-hundred-year-old cellar and manor with a bounty on a head, and the winner was given the title of "Knight of the Champion".

And this knight is now in Stormwind Castle in Byrne, and is the right-hand man of the Earl of Grenwell.

At the moment, I still need this waste, and I will wait until the Red Blood Castle is completely solved before I clean him up... With a cold snort, Governor Byrne no longer looked at the wretched wreckage behind him, and strode forward with a solemn expression.

"Smack. ”

There was another soft thud, and the cage lock was opened, and the wriggling monster shuddered and howled with excitement.

Instinctive fear tells Gaspar that it's dangerous to do so... But he has no chance now, and there is only one choice he can do.

It was only at the moment he left the palace of the Red Blood Castle that he realized that he had probably fallen into the trap of the black-haired wizard... What the other party wants is not a ten-day deadline at all, but to take back control of the Red Blood Castle!

Once these ten days of the Red Blood Castle are spent unharmed, then there is no need for ironclad evidence and vampire heads, and his end is coming!

It must be before he finds the evidence and everything is back to normal, to plunge the Crimson back into chaos and the fear of death......

Grabbing the hinges roughly, the Governor of Gaspar, with a hideous expression, put half of his face on the monster, and a small piece of linen was placed in the monster's mouth, and his voice trembled a little:

"This time your food is... Turin!"

After a sticky creep, a deafening roar sounded again!

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"Oops, meet again. ”

In the room of the president of the Wizarding Association, Loren, who was sitting at the coffee table, took out his friendliest smile and looked at the boy who was being carried in by two wizard apprentices.

That is, the one who tried to "blackmail" him outside the gates of the Red Blood Castle.

Dirty clothes, wounded arms and a young face, and a pair of large shrewd eyes, fearful and restless looking left and right, never left the black-haired wizard's face.

Well... It's really like a hat.

"When they told me there was a witness, I really didn't think it would be you... It's a small surprise. Smiling slightly, Loren picked up the flask lightly: "How is it, do you want to drink something?"

But when this smile fell into the eyes of the young man, it was no different from a devil with fangs bared!

"That, that... That adult, sir, sir, I was wrong, I promise I will never dare again!" shrewd eyes rolled up and down, and the young man's face showed a frightened expression for a second:

"Really, I don't know anything! It was the wizard master who told me that there was a reward for me to try my luck, and I won't dare to do it next time, so you can spare me!"

As he spoke, his tears flowed out as if he didn't want money, and a handful of snot and tears almost covered his entire face.

"It doesn't matter if you really don't know, I'm a good talker - don't worry about the wizards outside the door, they won't do anything to you. The black-haired wizard with a calm expression said indifferently, pouring a full glass of wine: "Come, drink a little." ”

"Thank you, thank you, sir!"

Taking the glass with both hands, the grateful young man took it and took a sip, but his throat did not move.

Are you afraid I'm going to be poisoned? This little ghost, the vigilance is not ordinarily strong.

Loren, who saw through him, didn't say anything, and poured himself a glass: "Let's introduce myself first... My name is Loren and I'm a wizard. ”

"I don't have a name, but they all call me Boots. The young man covered his face with a wine glass, and glanced at Loren very vigilantly: "I know all the little ghosts that no one wants in the lower city!"

"What a name... Boots, can you answer me a question?"

"Huh?"

"Why lie?"

"Huh?!"

"Actually... Before you came in, I had a guess. Spreading his hands, Loren smiled and shook his head: "Why can an ordinary, street-wide child find traces of vampires?"

"Uh... This, I just said it was just a lie......"

"No, you do, but instead of vampires, you see living people... Same with me. Loren said calmly, "He entrusted you with a job to tell me a clue that I would never find." ”

"But he's so secret, I didn't expect you to be so smart... Even if I didn't go, you could excuse yourself by saying I didn't believe you, and you were smart enough to guess that it wasn't as simple as it seemed, and you didn't want to get into trouble. ”

“......”

"Come, let's play a game, the name of the game is called I say you answer, and you can only shake your head or nod your head - for example, is he someone you know?"

“......”

"Has he already traded with you more than once?"

"Does he often blackmail you and snatch the copper plates you have stolen with great difficulty?"

"Did he threaten that someone would get hurt if he didn't finish the mission?"

"He... Is it from the Governor's Palace?"