"He's the one you say he is...... The one who spoke was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a withered face, dressed in the somewhat old-fashioned uniform often worn by aristocratic butlers. Truth be told, this venerable steward looked very much like a yellowing corn grown in arid soil.

He carefully looked at the young man standing in front of him, this young man had a face with delicate features and a straight nose, but this face felt a little cold, unsmiling, and only when the eyes blinked revealed the sharp sharpness of the eyebrows.

The young man's figure is slightly taller, and his physique does not give the impression of being stout, but there is not a trace of fat on his body. Due to the hot weather, the young man wore a sleeveless bolero shirt that was common to civilians, but this dress could not hide a fierce air that was incompatible with ordinary people, and this inexplicable temperament seemed to indicate that he had been a soldier and had received military training. But his bare skin was very fair, smooth and soft, and there was not a trace of scars in sight. This in turn shows that this person seems to be pampered, or at least far from danger.

"That's right, my lord, as I said last time, he is my old neighbor. The other person next to him nodded and said. The man was a middle-aged man, and his most conspicuous feature was the big belly of a baker, and in fact he was indeed a baker, because he was wearing a short-sleeved uniform commonly used by inferior servants, and hung a baker's short coat, on which flour grains could be seen, and he was covered with the smell of flour. "If you want to talk about origin, that's absolutely no problem. ”

The butler looked the young man in front of him up and down, "He was a soldier?" he asked the baker.

"Worked as a mercenary. "This time it was Ashrufat himself who spoke. "For a short time. He added.

"Mercenary...... Very good. The housekeeper replied satisfactorily. "I like disciplined young people. Those free-spirited guys are always prone to get into a lot of trouble. But!" he continued, "it is not so easy to be an errand boy under the Earl, and I will need a month to try you out. ”

Ashrufat nodded, indicating that he fully accepted.

"First of all, there is a question of some basic etiquette. The housekeeper began to teach on the spot. To his delight, this young man was not at all as stupid and difficult to teach as other commoners, and Ashrufat remembered these rules of etiquette clearly in a few clicks.

"Very well, go to the warehouse to get the uniform," said the butler happily. "Although there is no salary for a month on probation, a month is very fast. If one day you gain the favor of the earl, you are developed. Come and see me in your uniform, by the way, you don't have a place to live in the city, do you?"

"I'm here for the first time. Ashruphat replied that he was telling the truth.

"Since it's a trial...... Okay, I'll go get the uniform first, and I'll help you find an empty room to shelter in temporarily. ”

Ashrufat departed, and after some time he returned to the butler, dressed in the same uniform as the baker.

"It's good, it's good, it fits perfectly. "Your luck is also very good," said the butler, "I just checked that there was a room vacant at the edge of the backyard, that is, at the mouth of the garden." There could have been three people there, now you can live alone, it's like a nobleman, haluha......"

"But, my lord," the baker interjected suddenly, "I remember that there were already people there......

"Now there's no one. The butler replied. "Yesterday, the last one was also seriously injured. He replied lightly, while confronting Ashrufat again. "There should be a lot of stuff in that room, just pack it up and throw it in the storeroom. ”

"I can ask...... Did something happen?" Ashrufat asked, seemingly unintentionally.

"Oh, an Assassin. The butler was not impressed, "An Assassin tried to kill the Count, and as a result, we lost a few of our guards. That's all. Of course, the audacious female assassin was also caught by us. ”

"Then what do I do......" Ashrufat asked again.

"Let's go to the front hall first," replied the butler. "It's better to get acquainted with this place first. As for today, it's not early, so let's settle down with our luggage first. ”

Ashrufat walked out of the antechamber with the baker.

"Is this generous, but stingy?" Ashrufat looked down at the clothes on his body, the texture of this dress was actually good, but the tailor who sewed the clothes had a lot of room for improvement in terms of technique. The left and right short sleeves of Ashrufat are not very symmetrical.

"You don't know what's going on?" asked the baker in surprise.

"I'm sorry, but this is indeed the first time I've been a servant for someone else. Ashrufat replied.

"Oh, that's generous. The baker smiled. "But there is a premise for this. First of all, you are educated and can read and write. Secondly, you have a referee, which is me. Again, you're good-looking, too. Therefore, the housekeeper is more polite to you, because you have the opportunity to become the master's personal attendant at any time. ”

The so-called servants of the nobility are also divided into different grades. In terms of status, the lowest level is, of course, the slave or serf, and even freedom (and even life) are in the hands of the master. And then there are the servants—just like the usual shopkeepers, paid to work, and can be fired by their masters at any moment. Above these two are the housekeepers and attendants, both of whom are favored and trusted by the master, and are in a sense regarded as the existence of family members, and even outside are qualified to be considered to represent the master. For example, a lord's steward is qualified to collect taxes from the lord on behalf of the lord. And to a large extent, the amount of tax collected is the final word of the housekeeper.

However, none of these people could have imagined the true purpose of Ashrufat's arrival. In fact, the whole process went far more smoothly than expected, and according to Cade's method, he hooked up with the baker shortly after entering the city, and was introduced to the butler that day.

By the time it got dark, Ashrufat was already in the room that the butler had arranged. After everyone else left, Ashruphat sat down on his bed alone. As the butler said before, there used to be three people living here, or rather, three guards. So there were three beds in the room at this point, and some other messy clutter, and even a short sword and two pairs of iron boots.

This room is a little cramped for three people, but it is very empty for one person.

Ashrufat hugged his shoulder, and only then did his body tremble uncontrollably.

What am I trembling for? What am I afraid of? I don't have any fear!" he seemed to emphasize in his heart. But he knew that it was not because of the assassination mission, but because of the city itself. This feeling is similar to the situation in Mir, but it is a hundred times stronger than in Mir.

He'd been here! He must have been here when he was a human! And something big, serious had happened here! Deep inside him, in some space that had been cut off, a wave of emotions washed over like a tidal wave, and a memory seemed to break free from the invisible cage. But every time, when a critical point is reached, the memories that come up and come out are suppressed.

What was that emotion in his heart, was it anger, was it excitement, was it fear and despair, was it love? But perhaps what he feared was the unknown impulse itself. The composure of his daytime was itself disguised with all his might.

What am I afraid of?!Even if it is a battlefield of thousands of troops, even if it is a battle between life and death, I have never felt this way? Before I lost my memory, was I a cow? No! It is impossible! But for what am I going to do?

He questioned himself repeatedly in his heart, but his body was not controlled by logic, and he continued to tremble. In his heart, the part that belongs to "reason" clearly says that in this city, terrible things have happened that have left an indelible mark on his psyche. Even if Qin Xin completely erased his memory, this trace still existed, and it caused a huge wave at this moment.

"Carrie!" he asked, struggling. "What's going on?"

"Master, physically, it's because of a hormone disorder in your brain. But on the other hand, it's your heart resisting!"

"Am I resisting? Resisting what?"

"In your heart, you're still resisting the reality of becoming a vampire. Carrie replied. "There's nothing I can do about it, but I can say, Master, please accept the reality. No intelligent creature can live in illusion. ”

"Master?" Mimilu slipped into the room through the window at some point, and she looked at Ashrufat's face in amazement. Ashrufat knew that his expression at the moment must be very terrifying.

"Mimilu, I'm fine. He tried his best to put on a smile. However, he knew how dangerous he was now, and if he wanted to do anything to vent his emotions at this moment, it was to rush out of the city to slaughter one hundred and eighty unlucky ones, and throw himself into blood and madness.

"The hosts. Mimilu stepped up and rubbed her soft head against Ashrufat's chest. Ashrufat reached out and stroked Mimilu's smooth, silky hair, the tactile sensation calming him down.

After a long time, Ashrufat finally stopped trembling.

"Master, did something just happen?" Mimilu asked.

"I feel like I'm having a nightmare...... Very scary dreams. Ashrufat replied. I'm no longer anyone, and my past as a human being has long since been buried in the abyss of memory. Whether or not this is a trick of fate, reality cannot be changed, and I am now Ishrufat, a vampire.

Then he heard footsteps. Then someone started knocking on the door of the room.

"Ashrufat!" the knocker's voice was familiar, and Ashruphat remembered that it was the butler. Mimilu quickly shrank into the corner of the wall, and the color of her body immediately blended with the surroundings. Even Ashrufat's keen gaze could hardly separate her from her environment.

He got up and went to open the door. Outside the door was the butler, who looked like a corn stalk, and he was followed by several other men, two of whom were armed.

"Ashrufat, come with me, I have something important for you to do. The butler ordered in an indisputable tone.