Once, years ago, in the police station of Nightwind City.

It's a snowy night, the cold wind is howling, the cold people are shivering, the cold wind is through the cracks in the window, and the slightest chill that penetrates in makes people can't help but shrink their necks, and they can't wait to stay in the quilt or by the stove all the time.

Fortunately, there is a fireplace in the police station, and the official expenses of Nightwind are sufficient, enough for every guard to wear a plush fur coat, and the police station is full of good dry firewood and charcoal, and the fireplace exudes heat at all times, and the warm straight man wants to doze off with a teacup.

Especially in winter, the patrol officers are too lazy to go out, and they all hold hot cocoa and stand in the room to interrogate the prisoners they have just caught.

The prisoner was a little girl who looked to be only seven or eight years old.

"Name."

"Krona."

"Your tattoos? Are you a sinner? How old are you? ”

"Yes, I'm fifteen."

"Why go to jail? What about criminal experience? ”

"Theft, robbery, organizing gangs."

The girl of about seven or eight years old was handcuffed to the wall and squatted on the ground, while the guards scattered around the room, two were playing cards, and three were eating together, eating fragrant meat pies, steaming hot in their hands, and the little girl who watched couldn't stop stirring in her throat, and only one seemed to have lost playing cards, so she was sent over to make a record.

"No prostitution?" The guards who were recording seemed surprised.

"......No," the little girl replied sullenly.

"It's a real surprise for people like you." The guard was amazed, and then wrote the word "young prostitute" on the transcript.

"Okay, the transcript is done, then I'll take her to prison, you guys wait! Don't come by then, I'm done! He beckoned to the two card players, took the little girl, and led her straight to the dungeon.

In fact, there are not so many swords and swords in the rivers and lakes, more of them are just trivial, those gangsters, thieves unions, gangsters, in fact, most of them are eating, sleeping, fighting, and stealing, and after being caught, they are locked up for two days, pay a sum of money, and then be released.

Cycle.

In fact, the guards were reluctant to kill these gangsters, and every time they went out to sweep around, they would have a net income, which was the bulk of their income.

As for the usual things like gangsters collecting protection money, robbing, stealing, and oppressing civilians, is that a matter?

Civilians don't give them money.

The little girl was taken down, and unlike the warm room above, the dungeon used for temporary detention was very cold, and the guard exhaled a breath of white air, which seemed to be very difficult, and hurriedly locked people in, and then hurried back to the warm room above.

The little girl is locked up in a magical prison deep in the depths, where all professionals are kept to prevent escape.

It's not people, it's money.

The dungeon has vents to prevent the air from accumulating too much and the prisoners can't breathe, but there is no heating equipment, so the vents are cold and the wind blows in, and most of the prisoners stay alone in their cells, huddled and waiting for the gang to take them out.

But the girl was different, she put her hands on her head, showed a painful expression, and wanted to move her body, but her hands and feet were shackled, and an iron collar was tied around her neck, and it was a cold winter, and there was only a dirty rag on her thin body, which could barely be called clothing, but it was certainly not enough to keep out the cold.

She looked gloomy, because this time she knew that no one would come to ransom her.

About a month later.

The little girl was lying in a cage, dirty, and the food here was barely enough for the prisoners to survive, but in the winter, it was still too little, but she still survived, probably because of her blood.

No one would come to ransom her, but no one cared about her either, there were plenty of cells, and she didn't look like she would live long, and she wouldn't be dragged out until she died.

Just as she was dying, there was a sudden clattering sound outside, as if she was banging on the railing with a short stick.

Bang, bang! The long-bearded middle-aged man with a steel rod knocked the cage, and the sound came again, making the little girl raise her head with difficulty and see who was outside.

Outside was a middle-aged man, like a professional guard, and behind him was a richly dressed teenager, looking at the little girl with a light smile.

Seeing the little girl's direct gaze, the middle-aged man pushed the door and walked in, picked up a short stick and knocked a few sticks on the girl who was lying on the ground and was dying, and his voice was so muffled that he couldn't even moan.

After making sure that the girl didn't look up again, he turned his head to the young man and sneered: "Young master, this person is really not very good, why don't we change it?" Some are prettier and more docile than her. ”

The boy was noncommittal, did not speak, took a step forward, squatted in front of the little girl, and asked, "I heard from them, you are very powerful?" One man destroyed a small gang? ”

The girl wanted to raise her head, but the middle-aged man pulled the chain around her neck, making a clicking sound, and was forced to bury her head.

But she nodded anyway and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes......"

"Why? If you hadn't gone, you wouldn't be here right now. The boy asked.

"They...... Killed my family. The girl replied quietly.

"You call people who are in a gang with you family? Interesting, by the way, I can ransom you so that you don't have to die in it, but you're going to be my guard, how about that? The boy said.

“…… I still have a few people who haven't been killed. The girl whispered.

"You can do whatever you want, as long as you're loyal to me." The boy stroked the girl's hair, which was covered with dust because it hadn't been washed for a long time, and it mixed with the hair oil and turned into dirt.

"I promise you."

In the dungeon, the faint moonlight shone through the vents on the ground, and the girl let out a faint roar aimlessly, and her voice gradually became dull until it stopped completely.

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"Nana, Nana! Get up! Still sleeping, the horses are up, and you haven't gotten up yet! You little lazy, the porridge will be cold in a while! ”

The winter sun shone on the wagons, warm, and the carriages were crowded and full of goods, the things to be transported from Larante to Nightwind, and they were now outside Nightwind.

"Hmm......" Nana rubbed her eyes, jet lag was really unpleasant for a high-level vampire who was used to being active at night.

"Get up...... Don't rush! She barely rolled over and stretched.

The girl's slender waist, slender legs, and the skin that only a high-ranking vampire can have, which can be called white to transparent, are unfortunately hidden in the cargo compartment and cannot be admired by others.

The fly in the ointment is that half of the originally pretty face is tattooed with tattoos.

But she didn't feel anything, skillfully untied her hair, covered half of her face, and then quickly got up and got dressed.

A traveler's outfit, including platform leather boots, woolen pants, a tough belt, a shirt and coat, and a cape with a hood, is very suitable for long journeys outside, keeping out the cold and warm, and the cloak can also be used to keep out the rain, or take it off and turn it into a package at a critical time, or cover the body at night to prevent cold, wrap yourself tightly, and make yourself 300% ugly.

She still doesn't look big, only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she's already a twenty-year-old girl, and vampires have a much longer lifespan than humans, which makes them develop a little slower.

ran all the way out, and she greeted outside with a smile: "Uncle Tower!" I'm up, shall we go? Into town today? ”

A burly craftsman carrying a hammer, he was the only one in the entire convoy who had mastered the method of making cement, and he was a level 3 craftsman: "The convoy can't enter the city, today you and those young men go in, sell everything, and then let's make some purchases, we can buy more meat, and set off for Wangcheng immediately, everyone should eat better." ”

"Okay, buy more meat, sell everything, anything else?" Nana was packing her things, and the convoy couldn't enter the city, so they had to use their hands and shoulders to move the big boxes in, which had to be prepared early.

"Orgen, Log, San'e, Morus! I'll go first, you carry the box, I can't carry this thing, I have to go in to find a buyer from the Chamber of Commerce, you guys quickly carry the things in. But Nana packed up her things and ran to the city.

The few people who were called by her name were all relatively young craftsmen, the older one was in his thirties, and the younger one was the same age as Nana, and when these people heard it, they put down their things and went to chase: "Dog thing!" Running away again! You run every time you do physical work! Come back! ”

"Don't run!"

"Chase! Don't let her run! Otherwise, we have to resist it! ”

It's a pity, how did these craftsmen have skills, how to catch up with the Night Clan 3, Nana hid in the shadow realm and there was no shadow, faster than the flash technique.

What are you kidding, those boxes are so heavy that she won't move them! Those craftsmen are full of muscles when they hammer and hammer all day, and of course they have to do the manual work.

Whistling and paying the entrance fee, she returned to the familiar city.

After the bloodline was purified, she looked different from before, and she had grown a lot, at least ten centimeters taller than before, and her chest was also a lot stronger.

She knew that it just hadn't grown before, and the nutrition had grown up like before!

Nightwind City, is a small city, there are not many chambers of commerce here, except for the glow hall spread everywhere, only one local silver bell chamber of commerce can be regarded as powerful, this chamber of commerce started with the timber business, and now it includes all aspects of the nightwind city, unlike the United Chamber of Commerce of Larante, they did not compete with the glow hall, but the two joined hands to control the commercial operation of the entire city.

Walking on the street, humming a song easily, Nana said to herself, "Hmm~, I have to go to the people of the Silver Bell Chamber of Commerce to sell things, then let's contact first, I'll take a look...... The entrance to the Chamber of Commerce is in ......"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind her: "Nana? ”

This voice is very familiar.