All of Amboer's thoughts about the city of London vanished after being dusted by the flying cinders.

It was the first industrial revolution, and almost all of the Western countries were now under the threat of heavy pollution. Europeans at this stage are completely obsessed with the world of furnaces, steel, and steam engines, and are not concerned about the damage caused to the planet they inhabit. And when these civilized people in tuxedos, bow ties, and self-proclaimed gentlemen finally know that it is time to lift their heads from the laboratory table and look out the window, the so-called environmental consciousness is awakened.

But most of the time, this so-called "environmental awareness" is just used by the Western aristocracy to constrain the progress of other developing countries, and as for themselves?

Hehe.

Of course, these are just Li Qiaoer's unilateral slanders. After understanding Zhao Qixing's nationality, it was obvious that she would not accuse the other party's hometown in person.

"Along the way, I'm almost mad with your chattering mouth. In this epoch-making epoch of alternating between the old and the new, the radicals and the conservatives can be said to be incompatible: the enlightened and fickle young will boo the rigid and stubborn middle-aged and elderly, and the mature and steady middle-aged and elderly will shake their heads at the naïve and impetuous young people.

While the two sides do not give in to each other, they are also helpless against each other.

Judging by Dracula's choice of car, there is no doubt that he is the backbone of the old-school camp: the four-wheeled carriage is lavishly and refined, and the smooth body of pure ink is as enchanting as the night. In front of the duke's emblem hanging high on the front of the carriage, not only the commoners on the wide road, but also other carriages with noble status had to take the initiative to avoid the side, until his ominous monster, which looked like a huge coffin, drove past before he could continue to move.

"What's the matter, shouldn't it be a happy thing to go home?"

"I don't have a home. Having accepted the fact that she had become a vampire, Amber now had no initial fear when facing this legend who could stop children: "I was sold by my own mother, worth twenty silver coins. The sentence came to a standstill, and she seemed to be suddenly drawn to something outside the car window. He was stunned for a moment, and it wasn't until he retracted his gaze that Amber remembered that he still had an audience.

"Plus a black goat. ”

"I remember that, you've already said that. A strand of hair hung down on his forehead, which made the beauty mole on Dracula's left lip even more charming: "But after living in a city for so many years, there should always be some feelings anyway, right?"

"I don't know what to say. The hands were meaninglessly twisted together, although An Boer's eyes were looking at each other, but his thoughts had long since drifted away: "I ......"

"Didn't you tell me that you want to go to a lot of places and see a different way of living?" looked at Amber with pity at Amboer, who looked a little confused, and Dracula only realized why he had violated his principles after saving her in the valley that day.

She resembled her dead sister all too much: both the clear contours of her face and the sheer green pupils pierced the softest corners of his steely heart, which had long since stopped.

"Now that you have the power to protect yourself, I can provide you with money. ”

"Why?" Raising her head, Amber looked at Dracula. He had asked such a question countless times in the past few days, but so far the great Duke of the Blood Clan had not answered the doubts in his heart.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I gave you the first hug. Burying his secret deep in his heart again, Dracula reaffirmed his usual cynicism: "So as a guide, I have to be responsible to you." You know, the Bloodlines are all stereotypical old guys...... If you get into trouble, then I have to bear the responsibility. ”

"If that's the case, you could have chosen not to save me. Why do you want to make trouble for yourself?" Obviously dissatisfied with the other party's perfunctory, Amber's tone was even a little aggressive: "And as far as I know, even in the Blood Clan, you are a figure standing at the top of the pyramid, who else do you need to be afraid of?"

"Listen to you, it seems that you blame me for saving you?" Sadcula found himself enjoying the annoyance of seeing her slap away and frowning, "And what you call 'heard'...... Who's listening?A collection of pillow stories popular among aristocratic girls?"

"You have to take care of it!" Turning his head to the side angrily, Ampor's cheeks flushed slightly. Dracula's speculation is actually inseparable, and he does know the so-called "blood knowledge" from the collection of stories he talks about, "The Dream Lover of a London Lady - Duke Dracula". Her biggest hobby used to be to look through the fantasies of these Huaichun women when the master's family was not staring at her, and this one was the most preferred. Of course, lazy work is always fragmented and uncontrollable, so in fact, it took Ampore more than three months to complete the reading of the book in two locations.

Of course, as for why the book at the young lady's bedside is called "The Dream Girl of London - Duke Dracula", Amber doesn't care too much.

The content is the same anyway.

"I don't want to travel. For a long time, just when Dracula doubted whether he really made the other party angry and whether he needed to make some compensation, Amber spoke, and his tone was sullen: "I don't want to go back to the Bromfield house." ”

"That's nature. As to why Ambol had fallen to the brink of death a few days ago, Dracula took a few words out of the mouth of a young girl who had not yet been deeply involved in the world. Although as long as he wanted to know that there was a way to do it, he still chose to respect the other party's will: "Then if you don't have a place to go for the time being, you can consider staying at my house first." ”

"In any case, the Bromfield family is a noble family. Deliberately pretending to be arrogant, An Boer raised his smooth chin: "So if your house is too shabby, I can't live it?"

"If you say that, I'm really feeling a little scared. Shrugging his shoulders in cooperation, Dracula felt the carriage stop. Without waiting for the servant, he took the initiative to open the car door. Very gentlemanly to Ambol, Dracula pointed to the courtyard behind him, which was obviously more than a grade higher than the earl's house.

"This is the Humble House...... Can it still be in your eyes?"