Logar made a dead face with his tongue sticking out.

Ariel glanced at it, raised an eyebrow, and smiled slyly.

The poor little thing, her death is just around the corner.

Nanzhi was learning from Taglius when she saw Alaire walking towards her with a smile.

"Cynthia, aren't you tired of studying every day? Come on, I'll take you to a nice place."

Nanzhi blinked her innocent eyes at him: "If I go, will Uncle Alair hurt me?"

She called Claire "brother".

And he actually called her "uncle"?

Although Aleil has lived for over a thousand years and could be considered her great-great-grandfather by age, who would like to be old?

Alaire could hear every single word Corrad said clearly.

But with other people, he only hears what he likes or dislikes.

So he didn't hear the second half of the sentence at all; his mind was filled with only five words—Uncle Allair.

Right now, he forced a smile at Nanzhi, looking condescending: "Cynthia, I allow you to call me brother."

"No." Nanzhi glanced at him, looking disgusted. "You're so old, and you still want to be my brother."

These words seemed to have touched a nerve with Allair.

He looked like he was about to breathe fire, but because of the plan, he had to put on a gentle demeanor.

But he just couldn't understand it.

"My brother is older than me, why don't you call him uncle?"

When Claire was mentioned, Nanzhi acted like a little fangirl, resting her chin on her hand with eyes full of admiration and affection.

"He is good-looking and doesn't look old at all; he looks like he's only seventeen or eighteen years old."

When Clare became a vampire, she was indeed only eighteen years old, and her appearance has remained at that age ever since.

When Alaire became a vampire, he was already twenty-four years old.

His appearance has been frozen at the age of twenty-four, and has never changed over the years.

In fact, all humans who become vampires retain their appearance as it was at the time of their death.

Although he's not as young as Clare, he's not old at twenty-four.

Moreover, he often heard people praising him behind his back for being young and handsome.

"Cynthia, am I not pretty?"

"Well, how should I put it?" Nanzhi thought for a moment and said, "Brother is good-looking, but you are funny-looking."

Allair died.

This kid is only eight years old, but he can talk better than anyone else. Over the years, he has never been able to out-argue her.

Alaire was furious, and what angered him even more was that she said he looked funny.

On the surface, Ariel seemed completely unconcerned, but after leaving, he hurriedly summoned a group of nobles and asked, "Do I look funny?"

The nobles: ? ?

Ah, no, Alair suddenly summoned them urgently, and they thought something big had happened, but it turned out to be just this?

The nobles were speechless, but the other party was a marquis who was second only to the emperor. They tried to figure out the story behind his words, and then they all flattered him, saying, "How could you look funny, sir? You are so handsome and dashing."

“Yes, sir, look.” A nobleman brought over a mirror. “Your forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips are all perfect, as if sculpted. Every part is just right.”

Alaire looked at herself in the mirror and became more and more satisfied.

So what Nam-chi said was purely to spite him.

After figuring it out, he sneered, "Damn Cynthia, don't think I'll let you off the hook just because of this."

He finally remembered what he needed to do and ran to Cynthia again.

Unfortunately, Cynthia had already finished her course and gone to Clare's place.

Cynthia originally had her own room, but for so many years she has been clinging to Claire, even insisting on sleeping in Claire's room, so her room has been left vacant.

When Alaire arrived, Cynthia and Corlad were sitting at the dining table having a meal.

Cynthia eats human food, while Clair drinks the freshest blood plasma.

Before Ariel even got close, he heard Nanzhi ask, "Brother, they all say I'm your blood slave, but why don't you drink my blood yet?"

Craig called Southern Branch a blood slave because there was no more suitable reason at the time.

He was unwilling to drink the blood of living people because he knew that the feeling would be addictive for vampires, and he disliked the feeling of his body being controlled by desire.

However, these reasons could not be told to Namgyal.

"You're still young."

“He’s not a child anymore,” Nan Zhi said. “The other day I saw an uncle’s blood servant who was six years old.”

Upon hearing this, Corde paused slightly and looked at Alaire, who was walking over from the side.

Alaire immediately sensed Corradi's displeasure and hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "Brother, that blood slave was sent here by their family. They said they were in dire straits and could no longer afford to support her, so they begged and pleaded to come in. I looked at their conditions and considered it before agreeing."

Alair is impulsive and sometimes unreliable. While Corlad was asleep, he selected several steady nobles to help him.

However, most of them died in the previous war between the vampires and witches, werewolves, and vampire hunters.

Currently, although Corde has awakened, most of the vampire matters are still being handled by Alaire.

Although Alaire was impulsive, he was not a bad person at heart, and Corrad still believed him.

"Go and tell the nobles who have signed a contract with her that they must not mistreat or harm her."

"Okay, brother, I'll go right away."

The newly arrived six-year-old blood slave is named Aimeiro. Nanzhi met her at dusk.

The castle has a large garden full of fruit trees.

Westerners don't like to eat fruit, so Nam Gyi is the only one that benefits.

Her years of wits and battles with Alaire had made her quite resilient, and she climbed an apple tree in no time.

She picked an apple, took a bite, and then saw Emerald under the tree.

Aimero was dressed in a Lolita outfit, with dark brown hair, gray eyes, and delicate features.

She stood below, tilting her small face up towards Nanzhi, "I heard you're the Duke's blood slave?"

Nanzhi chewed on an apple and mumbled, "No, that's not it."

"And who are you?"

Nan Zhi replied in a serious tone: "I am merely a servant of the Duke's blood slave."

Upon hearing that Nanzhi was not the Duke's blood slave, Aimee's eyes visibly brightened.

However, upon hearing that she was a servant of the Blood Slaves, a hint of contempt flashed in Aimee's eyes.

"What does that blood slave look like? Can you tell me about her?"

Six-year-old Emerald clearly didn't know how to hide her emotions; when she mentioned Nanzhi, her eyes were clearly filled with disgust.

Nan Zhi smiled, her lips curving upwards. "She's not as pretty as you."

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My friends, I was delayed yesterday when I returned to the city from my hometown to deliver mushrooms to a friend. I didn't get home until the early hours of the morning, and I was too exhausted to do anything else.

I'll post one chapter now, and the other one later.