Section 52 Roots

Unsurprisingly, he heard footsteps from his bedroom, and Scarlet Rose stepped out of the bedroom. She didn't rush out and attack immediately, in fact her steps were unsteady and staggered.

If it weren't for the fact that last night he saw this Scarlet Rose unleash more than twenty gang members like a straw, Ashrufat would probably have thought that this was just a simple "female thief coming to the door" drama. Well, under normal circumstances, there will be a scene of a thief crying and begging for mercy from the owner.

Scarlet Rose stopped at the edge of the living room and bedroom. The two of them looked at each other at this time, and although Ashrufat was very sure that she had come to kill him, he could not feel any killing intent from this woman. Scarlet Rose wears the same armor as yesterday. At close range and in good light, this strange piece of close-fitting armor can be clearly seen. The armor uses metal in some of the body's vital locations, and leather in others. A strange force that has nothing to do with the winds of magic flows through the armor, causing it to change color with the environment. This armor has another benefit, that is, it fully shows the figure of the Scarlet Rose as a woman - this Scarlet Rose is also related to Rhodia, and there is really nothing to say about the figure.

Scarlet Rose was wearing a helmet with a face guard and a sword at her waist, making it impossible to see her face. But it didn't matter, because Ashrufat had already seen her face yesterday. At this moment, her sword was unsheathed, and her hand was not on the hilt.

"Are you here to kill me?" asked Ashrufat. He shifted his stance slightly, allowing him to draw his sword as quickly as he could, and of course, making it easier for him to escape the room by smashing his back through the window. Although he couldn't feel the killing intent from the Scarlet Rose's body, Ashrufat knew that after all, this kind of thing was a feeling that could only be understood and not spoken, and reason clearly told him that this person who came to the door was definitely not here to set up friendships.

"Yes......" I don't know what the road is, the Scarlet Rose spoke in a strange voice, this is not a normal tone of speech, but the kind of voice that struggles hard.

"Why don't you do it?" Ashruphat was actually ready for battle.

"I ...... I...... No way...... Let me ...... Walk ......"

At first, Ashrufat thought it was a trick, a disguise to make the target lower their vigilance, but he immediately realized that there was no need for the other party to disguise at all, and besides, this kind of disguise was too mentally retarded.

"What do you mean?"

"You...... Take control of my ...... Soul ......" Scarlet Rose's voice made it clear that she was struggling at the moment. She seemed to be struggling with some kind of force.

"Controlling the soul?" Ashruphat was slightly taken aback. He realized that the other party was not lying, and there was no need to lie at all. Although Ashrufat himself was confident that he would have a white-knuckle fight with the woman called Scarlet Rose (and because of the weapon, the odds of victory were not very good), Scarlet Rose did not know this. To her, Ashruphat should have been just a prey, not much different from those who had been killed yesterday.

"I ...... I can't resist your will......" The girl who called herself Scarlet Rose was still struggling, and suddenly, she fell to her knees. It wasn't a salute, but her body lost control, went limp, and began to sobbed softly.

What had happened? Ashrufat knew very well that he hadn't done anything—and if he did, it wouldn't have anything to do with this "soul control" at least. Why is this girl like this? She used to be a fierce man-eating tiger, but in the blink of an eye, she became a docile and pitiful kitten?

"You mean you have to obey me?" asked Ashruphat tentatively.

"Yes...... ......" it was evident that Scarlet Rose was very, very reluctant to give this answer, and the syllables were completely squeezed out between her teeth.

"Take your helmet off. Ashrufat said. He was skeptical, but Scarlet Rose did take off her helmet next. Under the helmet was indeed the woman from yesterday, and that face could be seen at a glance to be related to Rhodia.

"What's your name?" asked Ashrufat.

"Laria. Scarlet Rose replied, barely resisting the question, so her voice sounded more natural.

"Are you Rhodia's sister, where did your armor and weapons come from, and who taught you your skills. Ashrufat sorted out his thoughts in his mind, and then asked. Regardless of what this "soul control" was all about, it seemed that there were some questions that Laria did not resist, and some questions that she desperately did not want to answer.

"I'm her sister...... My armor, my weapons, and my abilities were all given to me by the Scarlet Duke. ”

"Duke Scarlet?" Ashruphat had heard the vampire story by now. There is a lot of rumour, exaggeration, and fabrication, but all stories have similar parts. Anyway, here's what happened: Callian was wiped out by the human army and razed to the ground, but one of the strongest and most evil vampires escaped. The vampire called himself the Scarlet Duke, and he ran to the southernmost point of human territory, in a place called Sivania, which originally belonged to the kingdom of Ryan. The vampire managed to cobble together a large army of the undead and eventually defeated the Ryans, thus capturing Sivania and reigning as king.

I don't know what the name of this vampire who calls himself the Scarlet Duke is (the church should have its official name, but Ashrufat has no interest or time to scour the relevant information), but this is no longer necessary. The name is just a symbol, and since there is only one vampire left in the known world, it is certainly not wrong for people to call him "vampire" or "Scarlet Duke".

Ashrufat couldn't help but think of his dream. He rode on his lifeless mount and watched as the vast army of the undead staggered silently past him. When he remembered this scene in his dream, he couldn't help but shudder.

"It's a long way from West Vania...... Tell me what your relationship is with the Scarlet Duke. Ashrufat said. To be honest, weapons and armor can be understood, but it is unbelievable that a teenage girl can suddenly become a master of both swords and magic, and can easily take out dozens of armed hooligans without changing her face and heartbeat. Undoubtedly, combat skills must be obtained after rigorous training and countless actual combat experiences, and the requirements for talent are extremely high.

"I was his slave girl, but I ended up ...... Fled...... But he controlled my soul. ”

"What do you mean...... Am I a vampire? Or do I look like that vampire?"

"It's like. Laria replied. She struggled as hard as she could, but something from within her forced her to obey. "But you ...... There was no scar on his face (Eshurufat couldn't help but touch the scar on the bridge of his nose as he said this), and his eyes were cold and dead, like an inanimate puppet. ”

Ashrufat gasped. He began to understand what was going on. In short, the depths of Laria's soul have been somehow infused with the command "must obey the vampire" - although Esrufat is only more like the vampire, she must also obey Esrufat because of this......

Wait a minute...... That dream...... That's so real...... No, that should be a real dream!Who am I?!

Ashrufat pushed this question out of his mind, and it was not the time to think about it for the time being.

"How did you become a vampire slave girl?" he asked. Sivania is a long way from Gruni, and from the map, it is almost from the northernmost point of human territory to the southernmost point, thousands of miles.

This time Lalia didn't struggle too violently, and soon began to speak in a relatively calm tone. The story begins beyond Ashrufat's expectations: the two sisters were orphans in the city of Falcon, but one day, Laria, the younger sister, was robbed by robbers while on the streets and sold to a slave trader. Although the slave trade was originally strictly controlled by the state, because of the war at that time, the political situation in Gruni was chaotic, and the merchants lost supervision for a long time. As a result, some bold guys began to engage in the illegal slave trade, mainly by kidnapping beautiful little girls. And the destination for them to sell these little girls is also very clear - Sivania, a land ruled by vampires, very far away from Gruni. This is because vampires are very picky when it comes to food, and he will only drink the blood of young and beautiful maidens - so such girls can be sold for a very high price in Sylvania. Lalia's case was no exception, she was bought, and the new owner quickly gave her to the vampire.

"You say, you were given to a vampire?" Ashrufat asked. He had long heard about vampires liking the blood of young girls.

"Yes, by my master...... Given to the vampire. I overheard their conversation, and they said that vampires weren't interested in treasures, money, or anything like that, and that the only thing they liked was beautiful girls. The only way to please him is to give him a beautiful slave girl. So this kind of girl is quite expensive in West Vania. Those who bought me wanted to please the vampires, to get permission to do business, and tax incentives. ”

"Permission to do business? that place in Sivania...... How? I mean it's a bustling place?"

"I haven't been to many places, but...... There, the city called 'New Town' is really very prosperous. ”

"More prosperous than Eagle Falcon City?"

"It's more prosperous than Eagle City. ”

"You were given to a vampire, but what's the deal with your strength?

"I don't know. Laria replied with a bit of a tear. "He came to me...... In front of a few of us. I thought I was going to die and be eaten. But I don't know what the vampire did for it, instead of eating us, the vampire made a deal to a few of us. ”

"Deal?" Ashrufat thought it was a little incredible, a vampire was talking to his slave girl, the so-called slave is the kind of person who doesn't even have his own life and freedom. How else can such an object be traded?