The two of them rushed into the garden one after the other, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, but fortunately, the witcher's facial features were sharp, and this darkness did not affect her much.

She squinted, followed the sound of noise in her ears, and quickly pursued her, unconsciously rushing out of the fence and into the street outside.

At this time, it is night, there are no pedestrians on either side of the street, and there are no pedestrians on it, so it seems very quiet.

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the luxurious carriage with lights on and no horses not far away, patted the door, and asked the coachman who was dozing off the carriage,

"Excuse me, did a young man pass by here just now?"

The coachman opened his eyes in a daze, glanced at her and turned his head away, his expression cold and haughty.

"You ......"

Gretel was furious, and was about to speak, when her eyes inadvertently swept to the ruby ring engraved with strange patterns on the coachman's middle finger, which glowed blood-colored in the moonlight, and froze.

"This pattern, this style ......"

Her eyes widened, and there was a flash of shock and disbelief in her eyes.

"Crimson Ring!"

She exclaimed, and immediately retreated a few meters away, her eyes fixed on the coachman, and her expression was extremely ugly,

It is recorded in the Hunting Code that only vampires who have been recognized by the Blood Council and given the title of Duke are eligible for the Crimson Ring.

In other words, this inconspicuous coachman is actually a vampire who has lived for a thousand years.

Why?

Why does a creature of this level appear here, or as a coachman, he is a coachman, and who is the person in the car?

For a moment, Gretel's mind was a little confused, her heart was surrounded by great fear, and her body slowly stiffened.

The coachman with the Crimson Ring didn't take the nervous little witcher to heart, and still leaned half against the door, squinting his eyes, and fell into a fugue state that seemed to be asleep and awake.

He didn't move, and Gretel naturally didn't dare to move, and the situation became more and more tense, and gradually, her forehead began to sweat, and her limbs trembled lightly as if she were not called.

Not long after, the bell rang at eight o'clock, and the coachman opened his eyes, straightened his clothes, knocked on the door, and whispered,

"Master, the time is up."

"Hmm!"

A lazy moan came from inside the carriage, as soft as a girl who had just woken up and was snoring,

The car door opened, and a peerless, celestial-like woman appeared in the silver-gray moonlight.

With long black hair like ink, a pair of eyes as bright as rubies, and a perfect and impeccable face,

The bumpy body wears a purple dress with black trim, black gloves on both hands, and a piece of white skin like jade at the junction between the gloves and the sleeves.

She stood in the carriage and stroked her hair casually, and the breeze blew, and suddenly there was a refreshing fragrance in the air.

Gretel was completely stunned, she had never seen such a perfect woman, even as a woman, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn, her heart pounding, and the blood boiling all over her body, as if it was about to burst out, gathering at her feet like a lowly servant.

Finica beckoned, and the witch's body suddenly lost control, and she crawled to her side in an eerie position, kneeling on one knee with her hands raised in the air, and offering her revolver like a subject who paid sacrifices to the monarch in ancient times.

Finika picked up the pistol, looked at it casually, and asked with a smile,

"Abel, is this the weapon used by modern witchers?"

"Not all, some still like to use swords!" The coachman bowed and said,

"You... You... Who is it? ”

Gretel looked up with difficulty, her face extremely bloodshot and a little dark.

"Little one, the will is not bad."

Finica handed her back, "You can call me Mistress Finica." ”

When the words fell, Gretel felt her body loosen, and instantly collapsed to the ground, her weak limbs seemed to have undergone extremely cruel torture, and she couldn't lift up the slightest strength.

"You're a vampire?"

"No, I am God!"

The corners of Finica's mouth were upturned, her perfect face was indescribably extravagant, her left hand was behind her waist, her right hand was on the left hand of the coachman, and under the service of the coachman, like the queen of old, she strolled towards the villa.

Looking at their quickly departing figures, Gretel was a little blind, this woman gave her such a strange feeling, one moment like a demon in the abyss, a moment to the king who was high above, no matter which, in front of her, she couldn't raise the courage to fight.

And, even more strangely, she had a thousand years of vampires as a servant, and she didn't perceive the rotten aura inherent in vampires from her.

"Who the hell are you?"

Gretel pondered, thinking of John and the Francis family at the ball, gritted her teeth, stood up, and stood far behind them.

"Master, do you want to deal with her?" The coachman whispered,

"No, you don't! It's been a long time since I've been to a dinner party, so don't spoil my spirit. ”

Finika said with a smile, and when she reached the main entrance, she waved at him and asked him to stay outside the door, while she raised the corner of her skirt, ignored the guard in front of the door, and walked directly into the manor.

Seeing this scene, Gretel was stunned for a moment, and her heart was full of confusion,

Without the permission of their master, the vampire demon is not allowed to enter the human dwelling, a sacred law that has existed since ancient times, and the woman in front of her violates or even ignores this law.

"Isn't she really a vampire?"

Gretel muttered to herself, and when she walked to the gate, she subconsciously glanced at the coachman next to her, her dark golden vertical pupils were like devouring beasts in the light of the fire, flashing with a cold glow that made people palpitate.

She trembled in her heart, subconsciously turned her head, and the next moment, she forcibly turned around, endured the fear in her heart, walked up to him, and shouted,

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Little witcher, a word of war, if you keep your mouth shut, nothing will happen tonight;

If you're nosy and spoil your master's mood, I promise you that all the living creatures in this manor will die tonight. ”

"You ......"

Gretel was furious and was about to speak, but the coachman closed his eyes and stood in the shadows like a statue, exuding the smell of the living.

For a thousand-year-old vampire, the witch in front of him was not much different from the ants, and if it weren't for the master's excitement tonight, this reckless and rough little guy would have been trampled to death by him.

Gretel took a few deep breaths, stopped taking care of the driver, turned around and strode towards the ball,

No matter what, she had to look at the woman, and if she wanted to kill, even if she died, she would step forward to stop it, which was the duty she had to fulfill as a witcher.