Chapter 97 Blood Clan Breeding Manual 3

Star Sword's gaze swept across the pale faces of these children and finally stopped at Virroya's face. Virroya also looked up at Star Sword.

In an instant, the angel in the mural of the holy church suddenly appeared in his mind, and he involuntarily replaced the face of the angel with the noble "His Highness" in front of him.

"Your Highness the Vampire Clan, this guy grew up in the Holy Church, his blood must be exceptionally delicious." The tall boy pushed Vilroya out. Vilroya staggered to the edge of the cage, and his tattered linen robe was torn by the iron bars.

After Virroya stood firm, there was no panic on his face, but a blush and a hint of shyness?

Xing Jian lazily pointed at Vilora, his eyes nonchalant as he said to the butler, "That guy, clean it and send it over."

After saying that, Xingjian stood up and left, as if his arrival just now was just a dream for everyone.

After Xingjian left, the vampires in the basement became busy coming and going, and the basement was restored to its original appearance. A vampire in a maid outfit opened the cage door and pulled Virroya out of the cage with rough movements as if he was carrying an animal.

She carefully examined Villroya's appearance and nodded with some satisfaction: "It is a blessing for you to be chosen by His Highness. Say goodbye to your friends before you leave."

Isabella is the head maid in the castle, mainly responsible for Xingjian's daily life. Although she looks only in her twenties, her actual age is probably a hundred years older than Xingjian. She has been taking care of Xingjian since he was born.

This was the first time she saw Xingjian interested in a human being, so naturally she was picky about the boy in front of her.

"Beautiful sister," the tall boy suddenly threw himself in front of the iron railings, and grabbed Isabella's skirt with his dirty fingers. "Wait until that guy becomes a blood slave, can you let us go?"

Looking at the little boy's actions, Isabella couldn't help but sneer, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes, and then she waved to the people behind her, "Hurry up, these kids may not be able to hold on any longer."

The imagined redemption did not come. When the people in the basement saw Isabella's gesture, they rushed over like a group of hungry beasts. In an instant, the only sounds in the cage were the children's miserable screams.

Virroya watched his companions fall one by one in front of him, and the warm blood splattered on his snow-white linen robe like blooming roses.

The screams gradually became weaker, and hot blood spilled all over the cage in the basement and splashed onto Isabella's cheek.

The vampire's eyes turned especially blood red when he smelled the blood. Isabella raised her hand and gently wiped the blood off her face. She licked the blood on her fingertips with her tongue and showed an expression of great enjoyment.

"Ah, the blood of a child is delicious." However, Isabella only savored it for a short while before she stood up, took Virroya's wrist and walked out the door.

The first thing I did after being taken away by Isabella was to be taken to the bathroom.

The bathtub in the bathroom had been prepared with hot water in advance, and there were a few rose petals floating on the hot water in the bathtub. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he smelled a faint floral scent.

Villroya took off the blood-soaked robe and put it aside. He sat in the bathtub, the hot water wrapped around his body, thinking about everything that had just happened. The other people who were thought to be sent back to the village were actually killed by those vampires. What would happen to him who was treated as a blood slave?

Vilroya did not feel any fear about death, but he only wanted to see the little prince whom he had only met once. Vilroya did not know why he only wanted to see the little prince right now.

The bathing process was very complicated. Countless servants came in one after another and cleaned Virroya carefully from head to toe, and finally put a white robe on him.

Virroya felt as if the soft fabric was like a spider web, tightly wrapping around him.

After washing up, Isabella appeared in front of Vilora again and took him to the depths of the castle.

They walked through the deep corridor and stopped in front of a gorgeous door. Viloria looked at the gilded door in front of him and listened to the deafening sound of his own violent heartbeat.

Isabella knocked on the door gently and heard a gentle "Come in" from inside.

As Isabella walked in, Vilora followed their instructions and did not look up. Until he lowered his head and saw Isabella's footsteps passing by him, and heard the door closed again, he knew that now there were only himself and the prince in the room.

Virroya rubbed the intricate lace on the cuffs nervously. This was the most comfortable piece of clothing he had ever worn. Unlike the rough white linen robe he brought with him, this robe seemed to be made of silk and was exceptionally comfortable to wear.

And the carpet under his feet seemed to be the Persian carpet that he had overheard the nobles talking about. Even if he stepped on it barefoot, he felt very comfortable.

As far as he could remember, Virroya had lived in a dilapidated little village. He had no relatives or friends until someone from the Holy Church met him, brought him back to the church, and told him about his life experience and the enemy hidden in the darkness.

"Why don't you raise your head?" Xingjian said softly as he looked at Vilroya kneeling in front of him. He stretched out his white jade toes and gently lifted Vilroya's chin. His movements were gentle but carried an irresistible force, forcing him to look at him.

Villroya's eyes dodged back and forth, never daring to keep his gaze on Xingjian's feet. He only dared to look at the other's silver hair hanging on his shoulders.

"What's your name?" Xing Jian stopped teasing the young man in front of him. He retracted his foot, motioned him to stand up, and asked for his information.

Virroya did not hide his name and background, but he concealed the real reason for the death of his relatives.

After hearing what Vilroya said, Xingjian gently stroked the side of Vilroya's face with pity. The lace gloves scratched his face and it was a little itchy. Vilroya looked at the pair of hands wearing lace gloves, and couldn't imagine what it would feel like if those white jade hands really touched his face.

"Poor little thing, stay with me, can't you just be my blood slave?" Xing Jian lowered his head and looked directly into the boy's eyes.