"Bang!"

The dream was shattered by her resistance, and Loshide, who was floating in the depths of the ocean, suddenly opened his eyes, his lake-blue eyes emitted a hint of depression, and his sharp webbed claws grabbed a passing sea fish and stuffed it into his mouth to chew, and the surrounding sea water was instantly stained red with blood.

He wiggles his fishtail and moves on.

Serra gasped and woke up from her hospital bed, the room was not well lit, and the curtains were drawn and it was dull.

As soon as she turned her head, she met a pair of dark eyes that had no emotion.

"Awake?"

"Well, it's much better." Serra wiped the sweat from her forehead, and the whole person was much more sober.

"Lossyd?" Roshill said coldly: "Hun cover? ”

Serra: "..."

"Nightmares, terrible nightmares."

"It's special." He replied coldly.

Serra licked her dry lips, sat up from the bed slowly, and softly opened the topic: "You are here to accompany me until the afternoon." ”

Ross Hill was silent, and his pale and three-dimensional face returned to a state of condensation.

"Is it too late for us to go to the port?" Serra lifted the quilt and sat down with his legs facing him on the edge of the bed, "I'm better." ”

"No, I'll take you home." He stood up.

Serra grabbed his cold hand hanging at his side, "I noticed you weren't wearing gloves today." ”

Ross Hill's eyes darkened, "And then?" ”

Then she shoved her finger through his fingers, "It's convenient to hold hands, I'll treat you to dinner, and after eating, we'll go around the harbor and eat before we go home." ”

"You should go home and rest." He frowned, not thinking that she was good enough to go to the beach.

"But I'm full of sleep now, and I'm hungry." Serra tucked her feet into her shoes and stood up, pulling him with one hand and arranging her crooked collar and scarf around her neck with the other.

"Going to dinner?" She tilted her face and blinked her watery eyes.

...

Alding listened to Rosehill say to find a restaurant to eat, and his expression was a little weird, "You want to eat out?" ”

Receiving an affirmative response, he frequently looked in the rearview mirror at Serra, who was pestering his master.

She didn't know that vampires couldn't eat anything other than survive by sucking blood, except for a little liquid wine, and any lump of food chewed and eaten in her mouth would be spit out by her stomach intact.

For this girl who may become her partner in the future, Alding has raised her future status to a higher level in her heart.

She's no longer as simple as being a descendant of her master, she's a super nuisance.

Alding chose a place with a signature called the Afternoon Cafe.

Elegant surroundings, chestnut cakes and pastries, as well as precious tea.

Rosshill doesn't eat much on the table, occasionally drinking tea and taking a bite or two of small scones, and he's more at the teenage hamster-like eating across from him.

She hadn't eaten for a day and she was really hungry.

Serra sat on the soft sofa and sipped imported black tea, and there was some noise outside the window.

She turned her head to see a large number of people standing along the street, a dozen soldiers on horseback in the central street, red hats with feathers on their heads, uniform red uniforms, and guns or swords strapped around their waists.

"It's the soldier who got off that slave ship." Serra turned her head, and Roshill across from her was also looking out the window.

She asked, "What are you waiting for this slave ship for?" ”

"I bought a batch of black slaves." He said lightly.

"Buying slaves?" Serra was stunned, "What's the use?" ”

Ross Hill was silent, "Do business." ”

Sierra pursed her lips.

The sale of slaves, in the era of frequent colonial wars, seemed to be normal.

"Well, then we'll go to the harbor later, I haven't seen black slaves when I was in Leicestershire."

There were still a lot of small pastries left in the three-story tray, and Serra didn't want to waste it calling someone to pack them, and when she checked out, she remembered that she had left the house empty-handed.

She carried the paper bag and said embarrassedly, "Please next time." ”

Ross Hill glanced at her, but didn't speak.

Aldin's car arrived late at the port.

Evening. The sunset shone golden on the surface of the sea, and half of the sun sank into the water.

Rosehill stood in the shadows of a corner, not even the corner of his robes willing to touch the receding light outside.

He hated the sun, to the extreme, but the girl in front of him stood under the fiery sunset, looking back at him like a pure and unstained angel.

The bright girl frowned, and her bright brown eyes were uncomfortable.

"Those are the black slaves?"

Serra pointed to the giant ships docked in the harbor, which were orderly moving down the 'goods for sale'.

"Hurry up! Don't stay! "The crew took a whip and whipped it in the back.

Strong and rickety men, skinny and naked women, innocent and skinny children.

White-haired people with dark chocolate complexion, dull pale yellow wilted eyes...

Roshill bowed slightly, and said lightly: "The most cost-effective labor." ”

Cruel capitalist, Sierra complained inwardly.

"What did you say?" His eyebrows were lowered, revealing some dissatisfaction.

"I didn't say anything." Turning her head to see the few children left behind, Serra asked, "Where will they go?" ”

Alding was happy to explain the matter to his master, "The work in the J hall, the horse gambling house, the fields, any part of their bodies has value. ”

He added, "The master has come to choose a slave today, but because of your delay, you have to change it tomorrow." ”

Serra's heart was slammed, "Such a young child is also a laborer? ”

"Oh, that doesn't usually make it to adulthood." Oldin's voice was brutal and unforgiving.

Colonial wars are both real and tragic in history, and when these contents are presented in a fantasy world, they are no better.

The pampered aristocrats were mostly unsympathetic.

The same is true of the blood-sucking aristocracy who is full of indifference, and do not expect mercy on the labor force, the vast empire of money is never built with sympathy.

A hungry little girl fell to the ground with her feet limp, and the woman whose hands were tied with ropes in front of her immediately tried to go back and pull her, and she could easily distinguish the girl's name in an unfamiliar Saint Loren language.

A long rope with a dozen people strung together stopped because of a mistake in the back.

"Hey! Don't lie there! Get up and go! ”

Serra watched as the man walked down the board with his long whip, and endured and endured, but still carried the bag over.

Rose Hill stepped out of the shadows and followed her.

Serra yelled at the man who was about to swing the whip, "Wait. ”

The man turned his head sideways, saw the glamorous and beautiful girl and the big benefactor behind her, and his slightly annoyed face immediately turned around, and greeted them respectfully:

"Duke Rosehill, you're only here to choose a slave now? A good batch has already been shipped. ”