The two sat on stone benches and chatted for a whole afternoon, covering topics ranging from the simple work, to the recent situation of the arena and the causes of its depression, to the experiences and observations during the journey, astronomy, geography and local folk customs. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although they had only known each other for less than a day, Lilia gradually opened up to Adrian and spoke freely, only because the polite Adrian confessed his Bloodline identity before the conversation officially began—and he laughed at himself, "Humans call us 'vampires', which is simply the most appropriate name for the Bloodline's habits." ”

Unlike most of the people of Buandispar, especially the area south of the Boundary Forest, Lilia is friendly to any non-human race, at least usually when first coming into contact with a race. According to her own explanation, human beings are the most sinister race on the continent, and many of the inhumane and vicious events recorded in history are so-called by human beings, or by human beings, but the seemingly fierce and bloodthirsty race is more simple and sincere. As a result, as the first blood clan Lilia came into contact with, Adrian made a good impression on her with his elegant manners.

As for Adrian's offer of work, it was a trivial matter—he claimed to live alone in the old mill about two leagues outside the city, and to feed on the blood of live animals according to the laws of the Northern Empire. With no farming families in the vicinity of his residence, he had to go to the bazaar of Lion Harbor to buy live livestock, usually cattle and occasionally sheep or pigs, most of which were sensitive to the blood clan, making it difficult for him to control. Before he captured Lion Harbor, he would go to the arena every time he bought rations and spend some change to find a low-priced fighter to drive his livestock for him - a job that was risk-free and reasonably rewarded, and most of the fighters who were struggling to make a living at the bottom of the arena were happy to do it for him. However, with the resumption of the **** dove occupying the magpie's nest, the army of the old lord of Lion Harbor was either killed or wounded, and the captives who were lucky enough to escape the First World War were all imprisoned in the dark dungeon, and the lack of garrison force forced the new city lord to open a "sky-high price", and a large number of fighters who participated in and won the competition as their main source of income. The thriving celebrities in the arena fled to avoid the war, and the remaining third-rate fighters, who did not have a satisfactory income, were attracted by the attractive commissions and joined the garrison of the new city lords, and few of them participated in the competition anymore. There is no competition without fighters, and no competition means no spectators, tickets are not sold, no one bets on the gambling game, and over time, the arena naturally declines more and more. Now no one has come to this ghost place to find work, he often has to wait for half a day to barely find someone to help, and the recent wars, the city wall is extremely unsafe, resulting in the price of going out of the city to work more and more outrageous, from the initial twenty or thirty pas, to now often hundreds of pas, he has been a little unbearable. But you can't go hungry. So in short, Lilia could earn ninety-five pas by helping him drive a few cows to the old mill.

Lilia carefully calculated that the total distance of the round trip was four leagues, and the delay in driving the cattle would not exceed a day. For the "poor" self, saving a little money and spending ninety-five pas is enough to support it for a long time. Besides, the job was not only not moral, but it was also a pleasure to help others, so she readily agreed to Adrian, and agreed to meet at the market the next morning.