It was getting dark, and Draenor's arms were purple from being hung from a tree for so long. But as if he didn't feel pain, he just lowered his head and stared blankly at the word "truth" on the sign of the carriage.

Could it be that this was the truth he had been longing to know? Yourself is nothing more than food kept in captivity by vampires? No, that's ridiculous.

Witch? Immortal? Demon? Although Draenor had thought of countless bizarre possibilities about Vicilico's identity, he was devastated when he learned that she was the nemesis, the vampire, of humanity.

But even so, he is at least sure to deny the notion that Vickyli could keep him as food in captivity. If this was true, there was no need for her to go to great lengths to bring him back to her room, let alone to save him by all means.

a body that barely grows and never ages; Possess the power to defeat five strong men in an instant; Damage caused can also be recovered at a rate that is visible to the naked eye; Blood-colored eyes that can see through the horror of the soul; Movement is restricted by silverware.

While it fits most of the legendary descriptions of vampires, one thing that surprised everyone is that Vikiriko doesn't seem to have an active motive to hurt people, preferring instead to eat normal food. There are also puzzling facts:

She can live like a normal person in the sun.

"You're still thinking about what she said, aren't you?" Vicky broke the silence between the two first, and she offered to Draenor.

And Draenor didn't dare to move his gaze to Viklico, he used his afterglow to reluctantly sketch the girl's thin figure.

In fact, what he feared was not the fact that Vickily was a vampire, and it was fair to him that whatever she was, because she had tried so hard to save her life. No matter what the identity of your savior is, you have to accept it, and you can't do nothing and turn around and leave before you repay this kindness, which is the moral bottom line that the people of Aichenryde pay the most attention to.

What really made it hard for him to accept was that Viklily had been hiding so many secrets from herself, and all that Draenor could know about herself was her name, or even her exact age.

As for his own past, although I don't know if it was an illusion or reality, from the first meeting with him, Vicilly would often enter his dreams and read his past life like a book. He was even more sure of this when he heard Vicheric refer to him with words like "soldier" several times - Vicheric was secretly reading about his past.

This made him feel that Vickyly could not trust him. Moreover, in less than a week, he learned that the only person he could trust in the land was a bloodthirsty devil, and that even he himself had become a terrible beast.

"Whatever you're thinking right now, I hope you remember what I said – seeing is not necessarily believing." Vickyli could say in a deep tone, "I don't know what happened to you these days, but I'm sorry. I actually have a chance to stop them and save you, but you see, I really can't do anything in front of the silver. ”

Vicky said, pressing her arm against the silver thorns of the cage, and she pulled her arm to make a gap. But this time, her wound did not heal as quickly as before, and remained as it was, slowly bleeding from it.

"Just like in the carriage at that time, at the moment of the crash I hit my head on the window frame, which I thought was a minor injury, but I didn't expect it to be made of silver. I can't remember the rest, but when I opened my eyes again, I found myself tied up, and you were taken away by another carriage. ”

Draenor turned his gaze to her this time, yes, even though she was a monster and her skirt was stained with blood, she was still so beautiful.

"Don't talk about it." Draenor interrupted Vikli and said, "Do you know what's going on with the changes in my body? ”

Vicilico seemed to think of something, she stood up and approached the edge of the cage and looked at Draenor hanging from the tree, "Has it already happened once?" ”

Draenor knew what Vickyli was talking about, and he nodded in the affirmative.

"I didn't expect the reaction to happen so quickly." Vickyrie paced in the cage, "I told you that everything comes at a price. It is the law of nature that human beings are born and die. But your resurrection upsets this balance, and accordingly, you will gradually lose your rights as a human being, starting with a beast that has become half human and half beast. ”

Vickyrico did say things about the "cost" and the "after-effects", and the most feared truth in Delaenau's heart was now in front of him - he was gradually becoming a beast without reason.

"It was I who intervened to change your fate, just so that I could leave this continent with me with your strength. But I will not expect your forgiveness either, and from now on I will understand all the decisions you make. Vickily bowed her head in disappointment, she knew in her heart that Draenor might not trust her as much as she used to when she found out the truth, but it had come to this point, and she didn't have any right to ask for it.

"So, what will they do with you?" Draenor asked.

"Hmm... Maybe keep me in a cage like an animal all the time, and then bring it back to your world, Canaan, and let me appear as some vampire devil in various places. Well, the process is not quite the same as the scene I expected to leave with you, but my wish to go to Canaan has come true. In this way, you are also free. "With your strength, you can break free from the rope and run back to Hecheng to live a different life." Or find a random ship to return to your world, and your fate is up to you. ”

Draenor looked up at the sky and thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and tore off the rope that bound him. He fell to the ground and slowly straightened his tall body.

Vikirico stared at Draenor's body, and she knew it might be the last time she was with him.

She raised her hand to say a final goodbye to Draenor, but the tall man strode to the edge of the cage, grabbed a crowbar and thrust it between the cage's steel pipes covered in silver thorns.

With a hard push, he pried open a nearly 50-centimeter opening in the two steel pipes.

"What are you?" Puzzled, Vickyli approached Draenor, who knew that he had pulled her injured arm in front of her

Draenor tore a piece of fabric from the corner of Vickilic's skirt to bandage her arm, then lifted her out of the cage and carried her on her shoulders.

"Stop pretending, as a devil, isn't it sad to be imprisoned by humans?" Draenor said toughly.

"It's a little, but aren't you afraid ......?"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Before Vickyly could finish, Delano interrupted her, "Have you ever heard of the Devil's Beast?" ”

Draenor said, picking up the crowbar and holding it in his hand, turning to walk towards the villains' camp.

"Now, I'm going to pry something out of the mouth of that girl named Balespin."