Chapter 120 Hatred (Childhood) A heartless person who repays kindness with hatred...
Why!
Why does he smell like that!
Cecilia's eyes were bloodshot as she stared at the boy in front of her.
The smell of blood was mixed with a strange fishy stench.
It was the same smell she'd smelled that night, only much weaker. The smell was coming from the boy, like, like he and his parents were one—
Combined with the strange, ritual-like scene that night, and the boy's burst of blood power the next day, and being favored by the vampires and regaining his noble status...
What else does she not understand?
It was him! He was the one who killed my parents!
Not only that, he also used their blood to perform a certain taboo ritual to gain power...
He is a heartless and ungrateful villain!
Uncontrollable hatred burst out from the bottom of her heart. Cecilia's bloodshot eyes almost dripped with blood, and her eyes were fixed on the other person's face with hatred.
"What's that look in your eyes?"
Meeting her eyes, the boy frowned, dissatisfied with the hatred contained in them, "I want to take you away from this shabby place, not only are you ungrateful, you even glare at me?"
The boy took two steps forward and patted Cecilia's cheek gently as if he was teasing a pet.
"Be obedient. I know your parents are dead, but there's nothing I can do about it."
He pretended to know nothing and spoke in a light tone, as if the two of them were just chatting.
"It's not that I don't want to get them out, but they're already dead."
"Besides, don't take it too seriously. They are too old and can't do anything. It's a worthy death for them. It's their fate!"
The boy's words were pierced by a miserable scream before he could finish.
Cecia bit his right hand with such ferocity that she looked like a little wolf cub.
"What are you standing there for! She's crazy! Why don't you pull her away!"
He struggled painfully, trying to pull his hand out of her mouth, but Cecilia used almost all her strength and he was completely unable to resist.
The incident happened suddenly.
Hearing his cry for help, the servants next to him finally reacted and rushed forward to help.
"Let go! Let go! Do you know who he is?"
The servant scolded loudly and hit Cecilia's thin body with the whip in his hand again and again.
"Fuck! How come she is so strong?"
Another servant tried to pull her away, with increasing force, as if he wanted to break Cecilia's neck.
But her teeth were like nails stuck in her right hand, and she refused to let go even after being beaten until blood was dripping from her face.
While being dragged by the servant, he actually bit off a piece of meat.
“Aaaaaaah!”
His flesh was torn off and the boy lost his previous arrogance. He raised his injured right hand high, rolled back and forth on the ground, wailing.
"Help! My hand! My hand is going to be broken!"
Even the white bones were exposed on the right hand, which looked quite scary at first glance.
"Master! Are you okay?"
Seeing this, the servants rushed forward to support him and carefully used magic to heal his wounds.
Since it was just an ordinary bite, Cecia did not inject any magic power, so his injuries were quickly brought under control with the healing power of magic, but he still felt a dull pain.
He was covered in dust just now and looked even more miserable than the dead guard.
“Damn it!”
His wounds were no longer bleeding, but the visible bones made his eyes look a bit violent.
The boy angrily took the handkerchief from the servant and wiped the dust and dirt off his body.
"Hill, what do you want to do?"
He asked in a cold voice, "Bite me, are you tired of living and want to go down with your parents?"
This remark once again aroused Cecia's hatred.
"…What qualifications do you have to mention my parents?"
Having not spoken for a long time, her voice was extremely hoarse, and the hatred in her eyes almost condensed into substance, like a ghost that had just crawled out of the abyss of hell.
"If anyone is going to die, it's you who should die! You should be buried with them!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs, and even under the suppression of her servants, she continued to struggle, trying to rush forward and take a second bite.
Like a bloodthirsty beast, it tasted human flesh for the first time.
"Unlucky thing!"
Caught off guard, the boy took two steps back in fright. As if to save his face, he flicked the dust off his body in disgust.
He didn't know what was wrong with the other person. He was obviously so kind to her and even kept his promise to pick her up and let her enjoy a good life.
But as a lowly blood slave, she didn't appreciate it.
Then don't blame him for not keeping his promise.
"Send her back to the blood slave camp and treat her according to the lowest standards."
The boy looked at her with contempt, with only indifference in his gray-blue eyes.
Feeling the servants clamping her hands, Cecia became mad and struggled continuously. Even though the parts of her body that were strangled were bleeding and were almost rubbed to the bones, she was still unwilling to accept her fate.
How could she surrender when the murderer of her parents was right in front of her?
Smelling the sweet scent of blood in the air, the boy paused, and subconsciously moved closer to Cecilia and took a deep breath.
"etc."
His Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and he raised his hand to stop the servant, "I have thought of a good idea."
"Please give me your orders."
The attendant obediently stopped and held Cecia to the ground, awaiting his further instructions.
He waved his hand, and another attendant came respectfully to his side.
"Is there any extra room? I want to let her out that night..."
He rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something interesting, and his expression became a little playful.
"You mean—"
The attendant was stopped by him halfway through his words.
"Just know it in your heart. Her blood has great potential. It would be a shame to waste it in the blood slave camp."
The boy's mouth corners gradually rose, and he looked at Cecia greedily, "Lock her up, lock her up in a place where no one will go. If anyone asks, I will use her."
After saying that, he changed his face again and approached the imprisoned Cecilia again with a hypocritical smile on his face.
"Hill, you treat me like this, it makes me very sad..."
He frowned slightly and stroked Cecilia's earlobe with his fingertips. After what happened just now, Cecilia had been cast under a spell of immobilization, and even her eyeballs could not move.
Seeing such a "well-behaved" Cecia, the smile in his eyes became even brighter, and he used his fingertips to sweep across her eyebrows, cheeks, and lips...
"Even so, I will keep my promise. Wait for me, Hill, I will definitely pick you up."
He hooked up Cecia's hair affectionately and played with it in his hands, as if he were a really elegant nobleman who would not get angry even if he was offended.
But at this moment, Cecia's mind was full of murderous intent.
Kill him, kill him, kill him...
Seeing that the man was obviously in a bad state, Cecia could not respond even if they talked now. He waved his hand in boredom and signaled the servant to take the man away.
"Remember, treat her well. She is my important guest."
He deliberately emphasized the word "guest", with an obscure smile on his face, and ran his fingers through Cecilia's golden hair.
"When I come to pick her up, I want to see her healthy and lively. You'd better not have any bad intentions. Only when she is healthy can I provide enough..."
He seemed to be about to say something but stopped at the crucial point, and glanced at the two servants with a warning look.
The attendant naturally knew what he was talking about.
"Yes, sir."
The servant bowed respectfully and quickly left, dragging Cecia, whose body was as stiff as a rock.
…
Darkness covered her world.
When she was locked up in a dark room, her mind, which had been clouded by hatred, finally became a little clearer.
It's him!
He is the culprit of everything!
But how to take revenge now?
Reason returned to her mind and Cecilia began to think of countermeasures.
What happened just now has proved that there is a huge gap in status between the two people.
He was a high and mighty noble, while he was just a blood slave. Directly expressing hostility was the lowest behavior, and he would only be arrested and executed.
Not to mention whether she could defeat the opponent with his current magic power, she had no way of breaking through the fact that he was always protected by servants.
Since she wanted to kill the other person, it must be a long-term and careful plan.
In the dark room, Cecilia kept thinking, tearing a few pieces of rags from her clothes and wrapping the injured area.
The injuries caused by the struggle were more serious than expected, and the wounds had begun to fester. If not treated, they would likely become infected...
Infect?
Cecia suddenly had an idea. She quickly walked to the door of the room and shouted at the top of her voice: "Help! Help! I'm dying!"
She looked so tearful, as if she really didn't want to live long.
She cried and screamed continuously until the servant guarding the door finally couldn't bear it anymore and came in to check.
"Stop making noise and be quiet!"
The other party's attitude was very bad and he seemed very impatient.
"I'm sorry... I, I didn't mean to do that. I lost too much blood and I'm dizzy. I need treatment..."
Cecilia's face was pale and she collapsed weakly on the ground. It really looked like that.
Hearing this, the servant frowned, turned around and left, not intending to worry about the life and death of a blood slave.
"etc!"
Cecia quickly called him.
"The gentleman just now seemed to have said that I was still useful... We had a good relationship before, and I don't want to delay his work because of this..."
She spoke softly, completely different from her previous fierce appearance.
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