Chapter 143: Just This Sentence?
The guards behind him replied, "Lucia killed 10 people in public at the RhΓ΄ne City pub, and we dealt with 15 of them, and she seriously revealed our existence to humanity. β
"I'm just to take revenge on those who bullied my husband all year round, and I'll let go of all the good guys! What's wrong with that! Lucia roared, her angry, hoarse voice indistinguishable from what Serra had just heard in the doorway.
As a member of the family, Jeremy restrained his previous attitude and stood in front of his family, "Miss her as a first-time offender, Ross Hill. β
"I can understand killing people, but it's stupid not to get rid of all the witnesses." Rosehill sighed, her lips slightly down, and put on a look of regret from the justice, "She has committed an unpardonable sin. β
"Death penalty."
Giving a verdict to a prisoner is as mundane as eating for him.
Sierra leaned on her cold, unheaving chest and subconsciously looked in Lucia's direction.
The rule of vampires is that they can't expose themselves to humans, and everyone has to follow the rules, and that's right.
But she didn't think the female vampire was at fault for killing the people who bullied them in order to protect her lover, or that they were at fault for letting the good people go, even though they all violated the vampire's laws.
Impersonal laws are manipulated by an impersonal person.
Again, she thought it was normal.
"What? No, we're willing to take the initiative to bring her here in the hope that you can open up. Lucia's family members were all on the defensive, looking extremely dissatisfied with the outcome of today's trial.
Rose Hill didn't care about their resistance, "It's just that Lance left it to me to deal with this mess when he went to St. Loren, and you think I'll be more merciful than he is?" β
His tone was full of sarcasm, and the attitude of a natural superior doomed the duke to be arrogant in the face of anyone.
No one can disobey him.
Sierra bit her lip, and when she realized that she was thinking too much in front of a mind-reading vampire, she shuddered and looked up a little unsteadily.
Ross Hill was a mind-reading mind, not hearing a lot of her inner monologues, only noticing a change in her breathing and a change in mood.
His jaw was still proudly raised, facing the group of vampires who were ready to resist and save people, but his hand reached into the suit coat at some point, hugging the girl's warm body tighter.
Sierra had to press her face against the socket of his cold neck, and the warm fingertips ran over the back of one of his hands on his knee, and the gentle touch made Roshill's arm tremble, and his backhand shook her five fingers, firmly restricting all her actions.
Jeremy in front stared at Serra at this time and said, "Lucia didn't kill all the witnesses, and you still have a human with you, shouldn't she also die?" β
The topic led to herself, Serra's body shook again, the fingers clinging to her back tightened, and the voice of the young man above her head was disdainful and mean, "Don't compare that group of waste to her, her talent is destined to become my person." β
Probably feeling impatient, Rose Hill said expressionlessly: "You think it's unfair, we can come and choose another way, that man has something worth staying, and I will take back the punishment." β
The person on the other side was silent for a moment, and everyone knew that the partner that ordinary Lucia found for herself was an ordinary person, even if he became a vampire, he was just an ordinary vampire.
The silence will not last long, and there will be no talent to be left behind, and there will be no room for mercy.
"Alright, it looks like our trial is over." Ross Hill stood up, and Serra's hand was empty, and she immediately grabbed the suit that was about to fall off her body and covered it.
She looked back and saw that the air felt like it was magical.
With just one word, Alding left Jeremy pinned in place, unable to move, and the other black-robed vampires didn't know what they had done, and the wind was blowing in the cellar, and there were large black bats that had inexplicably appeared around the entire cellar.
Before Serra could react to her shocked emotions as the door slammed shut and Lucia screamed through the fragile wooden door and into her ears.
"What are you thinking?" It only took a few seconds for Rosehill to lead her to the living room upstairs, and from the moment she entered, the blankness in his mind made him not know what was going on in her mind.
Hearing the urgency in his tone, Sierra pursed her lips, "What did you mean by that just now?" What do you mean that my talent is destined to be yours? β
She looked up and looked suspicious, "That's why you're willing to approach me?" β
"At first, it was." Roshill nodded, the corners of his lips furrowed, "You would prefer a body that is always alive and vigorous than the fragile body you have now, that will not age, that will not get sick, and that will be extremely powerful." β
"That Lucia just died." Serra lowered her head.
"Oh, that's the rule we have to follow, as long as we follow it well, no one will die." Ross Hill touched the top of her hair, and said with another conniving and doting expression:
"Of course, if this happens to you, I will help you deal with everyone as soon as possible, so you don't have to worry about possible threats leaking out of my fingertips and falling on you."
"You can do whatever you want."
Serra raised her head and asked suspiciously, "What kind of talent do I have?" Can make you so pampering with me. β
Roshill pursed her lips and retorted, "The answers to the two have nothing to do with each other right now. β
"What do you mean?" Serra tilted her head to the left, her eyes clear with curiosity.
"I want to condone you to kill people and set fires, but I just want to." Roshill pinched her chin and smiled arrogantly and confidently, "You don't need to trade your talent, understand, Serra?" Now it's just me thinking. β
Serra's eyes widened slightly, is this a disguised confession?
"I see." She unnaturally opened her eyes and found that she was still being held by him on her lap, and she wanted to come down when she broke away from his hand.
"I see?" Ross Hill hugged her waist tightly, pulled the person back, frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "That's it? β
Serra swallowed cautiously, "Then how do I answer?" I don't have any penchant for murder and arson, and I don't need you to deal with the mess I might cause. β
She felt that she was pretending to be stupid, just to escape the possibility of being embraced for the first time, how could Ross Hill not see it.
"You still don't want to?" He was angry, and the syllable emphasis in his voice was clearly audible.
Serra shrank motionlessly on his lap, thought for a moment and said, "I can ask everyone if they are talented, so what is your talent?" β
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