When I heard the news that Hatherine was dead, I didn't feel any fluctuations in my heart, she was dead, so it had nothing to do with me.

Looking at Shaman's wicked smile, I knew she was waiting for me to ask the following question, "How did she die?"

"I was drained of my blood by Lilard......" Sure enough, she replied very simply, as if she had rehearsed it thousands of times, without a trace of hesitation.

Hatherine died four hundred years ago, drained of her blood by Leillard, and this is the complete information I have gotten, but one I won't believe.

I could feel that Illard loved Hatherine so much that even if he was crazy about eating, he wouldn't see Hatherine as food, let alone suck her dry, unless he ......

"Before Hatherine died, she was not a vampire...... this is not a question, just my inference.

Sharman kept looking at me as if she had encountered something very interesting, laughing non-stop, and when she had laughed enough, she gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "Llard spoils her so much, how can she be willing to transform her!"

I know that when Lillard picked up Hatherine, Hatherine was still a baby, and while Lillard was waiting for her to grow up, everything was best prepared for her, and he did spoil her, and he probably didn't want Hetherine to be like him, so he hesitated and refused to transform her.

"Perhaps Hatherine wouldn't have died that day, if the ceremony hadn't been interrupted......" Sharman smiled to herself, recounting the events that pleased her.

"What ceremony?" Doesn't it mean that Hatherine is the queen, and this ceremony will be a marriage ceremony?

"First hug......" Shaman looked at me fiercely, the corners of his mouth slightly upward, "The ritual of turning humans into vampires......"

I don't want to believe Shaman's words at all, because I don't believe it, on the premise of knowing that Hatherine is dead, Sharman can still mistake me for her, it can only be that someone is playing tricks, "In that case, why did you pretend that I was Hatherine when we first met?"

Hatherine smiled wickedly and looked at me with a picky look at the end ......of her eye, "Danny said that if I lied to you, I would give me one more blood slave the next day, why wouldn't I do it?

Watching the door of the dungeon slowly close, and closing Shaman's shrill roar and sinister glare, I stood in the door for a long time before turning around and following the guard back.

It turns out that all of this is Llard playing tricks, sealing my memories and making me mistake myself for Hatherine, just because I look alike Hatherine?

The dazzling sunlight outside the small building shone in through the dilapidated roof, and I subconsciously raised my hand to block it, slowly adapting to the light outside, before I dared to open my eyes.

If I become a vampire, I can only be a vampire of the lowest class, I will be afraid of light, I will be afraid of heat...... I'm afraid of a lot of things......

"Got it?" As soon as he walked out of the small building, Llard's voice rang out.

I looked at Lillard in a daze, and did not answer, this man may not love anyone, not Hetherine, and even less me, but he has always pretended to love me to the core.

No! It's love for Hatherine!

Looking at Irard with an indifferent face, I suddenly remembered the painting hanging in the middle of the stairs in the castle on the top of the hill, smiled miserably, and whispered, "I really look like her?"

Rirad's eyes flashed, and he looked at me with a frown, a chill that frightened me.

The two of us stood in front of the small building, both looking straight at each other, but neither of us was willing to speak first.

"I want to get out of here. "Well, this time I'm the one who compromises first.

I knew what kind of answer I would get, but I still said it because I had to leave.

"Impossible!" Lard's tone was heavy, with an irrefutable royal bearing.

I didn't want to completely stiffen our relationship for the time being, so I didn't speak in a very tough tone, "Sharman told me everything, what do you think I'll choose?"