Chapter 21: Strangling the fragile neck. …
"Thank you for coming to the main city of Shapley. Did you sleep well yesterday? Is there anything you need? I will prepare it for you immediately..."
Two figures walked in the exquisite corridor. The leading vampire looked very young, with silver semi-long hair neatly tied behind her, and a black and red dress that was luxurious and exquisite.
Next to him was a short and fat middle-aged vampire. He had an attentive smile on his face and kept introducing the local scenery and resources. His flattery and flattery were obvious.
But it was all in vain.
The leading vampire walked quickly down the corridor, his blue-grey eyes devoid of emotion, and he did not respond a single word from beginning to end.
Walking out of the corridor, he ran into the blood slave escort team that Cecia was in.
"Commander-in-chief! It's an honor to meet you!"
The red-haired vampire was so excited that he almost tripped himself while performing the salute. Even the chains that were tied to the blood slaves on his hands were shaking.
However, the other party ignored him and walked straight past them without even stopping to look at them.
"As expected of you, Commander..."
Although they were completely ignored, the red-haired vampires' admiration for their leader did not diminish at all, as if they were caught in some kind of fantasy.
The spotless figure passed by her. The dirty Cecilia quietly raised her head and saw only the other person's profile.
Perhaps because of the smell of the blood slaves, the man frowned slightly, with undisguised disgust in his eyes.
Finally, we meet again.
Cecilia's lips curled up slightly, the hot red reflected the indifferent gray-blue, and a hint of unbearable expectation flashed in her eyes.
Fortunately, you never changed, my dear "friend".
…
"Let's go, we've already wasted a lot of time."
At the urging of his companions, the red-haired vampire with difficulty retracted his reluctant gaze, resigned himself to pulling the chain, and continued his work of escorting the blood slaves.
Although she had already seen the target of this trip, she was not in a hurry to cause trouble for the other party.
Some things are only delicious if you whet your appetite.
Following the blood slave escort team, Cecia walked through most of the territory and came to the central area of the main city.
After making many detours and bypassing those magnificent buildings, the red-haired vampire stopped at a rather desolate open space.
He pried up an inconspicuous wooden board, revealing a deep passage inside. The disgusting smell of blood emanated from the depths, bringing back some memories for Cecilia.
She lowered her eyes and walked down the bottomless stairs. The deeper she went, the stronger the disgusting smell became.
Taking slow steps, she seemed to be getting closer to her former self step by step, looking forward to returning to that familiar place again - the blood slave breeding camp.
When you reach the bottom, you will find an extremely vast underground world.
There was no cold prison, no desperate cries. In the dim firelight, people numbly did their work, as if this was a normal and ordinary life.
Dragging the chains, the red-haired vampire led them to a dilapidated tent.
"Come in."
He lifted the curtain at the entrance and roughly stuffed the blood slaves in. He turned around, spoke to the guard, registered the number of people, and left with his companions.
The sanitary conditions in the tent were very poor. Dozens of blood slaves were crammed together and could not clean their bodies regularly, so an unpleasant odor was emitted.
The vampire guards have separate residences. They are usually stationed at the entrance to the underground world, and only the vampire on duty that day will occasionally enter the tent to patrol.
Soon, low sobbing sounds were heard in the tent, coming from a blood slave who was traveling with Cecia.
The newly arrived blood slaves seemed to be infected by the crying, and they were all in low spirits. However, the blood slaves who had been here for a long time turned a deaf ear to the crying, either closing their eyes or gnawing on cheap food, all trying to save their energy for the next work outside.
Here, it's still the same as before.
Numb, cruel, and boring...
Cecilia crushed the chains and shackles on her body, stretched her curled up body, and prepared to leave.
"Sister, can you help me open the chain?"
The corner of her clothes was grabbed by a pair of dirty little hands, and a demon boy blinked his clear eyes and looked at her expectantly.
"Why?"
Cecia raised her eyebrows, with an inexplicable smile in her eyes.
"I... I am a demon like my sister... My sister is so powerful, she will definitely be able to rescue me!"
As if he had not expected her to ask back, the boy hesitated and whispered his thoughts.
"But most of the blood slaves here are demons, right?"
She said calmly, indifferent to the boy's plea.
Since the extinction of humans, only the blood of demons is the most similar to that of humans. For vampires, demons are the most delicious food.
In addition, the demons were the most severely affected by the pollution, and were gradually declining, making it difficult to protect their people. Therefore, more than half of the blood slave camps were demons.
They are raised by the vampires in the underground world, not only as long-term food, but also as labor, handling some jobs that the "noble vampires" disdain to do.
If she rescued all the demons here, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the vampires.
Obviously, the boy also knew that this was impossible.
He shrank his neck timidly and whispered, "Sister, you only need to save me. I'm small and won't cause any trouble to you..."
"Why?"
Cecia sneered, and without waiting for the boy to answer, she cast a spell on herself.
The disguise of the skinny demon was torn off, and with a tap of her fingertips, her figure disappeared into the air, and then she walked out of the tent calmly.
In just a few breaths, Cecia reached the top of the stairs. The barrier created by the vampires was full of loopholes for her, and she left the underground world easily.
Even though this was the main city of Shapley, it was after all a territory of the vampires in a marginal area, and the overall defense force was insufficient. In addition, she had a very detailed defense map, so looking for someone here was like strolling in her own backyard.
Soon, she locked onto the conference hall in the main hall.
"… Commander! This time, establishing diplomatic relations with the Perseran clan requires a large amount of rare minerals. We are in a difficult situation!"
The middle-aged vampire wearing glasses spoke as beads of sweat rolled down his head.
"Yes, we don't have much supplies in our territory... We really can't give out so much. Please think about it again."
The short and fat vampire seen in the corridor echoed.
Outside the window, Cecia was spying on what was happening in the conference hall. Her figure completely blended into the night, and even if a vampire patrol passed by her, they would not be able to detect any clues.
"Otherwise... let's forget about establishing diplomatic relations this time?" The glasses vampire tried, "Perseran and the others are fragile to begin with. They will break at the slightest touch. There's no point in making friends with them."
"Yes, if you really want their supplies, you might as well attack them directly. They don't have much fighting power, so you might as well just occupy Perseran."
The short and fat vampire and the vampire with glasses sang the same tune, as if they had already thought of their excuses and countermeasures.
"Since when did you have the right to tell me what to do?"
A cold voice rang out in the air, with a look of condescending contempt in his grey-blue eyes. The magic power around him quickly expanded, instantly filling the entire conference hall.
Under this deadly atmosphere, the two vampires broke out in cold sweats. They quickly smiled and changed the subject, saying that they were just confused for a moment and promised to do their best in the future to cooperate with the establishment of diplomatic relations.
Dozens of minutes later, the commander's magic power was gradually withdrawn, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate that they had saved their lives.
The two vampires were weak and might not have noticed anything, but Cecia outside the window felt some weakness in the magic power.
Although the other party is trying his best to hide, he is actually strong on the outside but hollow on the inside. If the pressure lasts a few more minutes, he might be exposed.
Great timing…
Cecilia rubbed her fingertips subconsciously. She came here just to find out the situation, but she didn't expect to encounter a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
So she waited patiently outside the window.
During the meeting, the other party's trembling arms and slightly red cheeks betrayed his current state.
Dawn broke, the night gradually melted away by the light, and the vampires were about to enter sleep time. The long internal meeting finally ended, and the two vampires dragged their tired bodies out of the meeting room, leaving only their honorable leader.
As soon as the door of the conference hall was closed, the commander could not wait to take out the blood bag. He did not care about being elegant and noble at this moment, but just eagerly let the blood flow through his throat.
Unfortunately, after drinking a bag of blood, his thirst not only did not improve, but became worse. He could only take out another spare blood bag, but his shaking hands caused blood to spill all over him.
This made him look extremely embarrassed.
Her usually neatly tied hair was all scattered, her luxurious dress was stained with blood, and she was kneeling on the ground helplessly.
"Oh my god, look who is this?"
Through the window, Cecilia slipped into the conference room, with an exaggerated tone of voice filled with undisguised gloating.
"Wilbert? How did you become so pitiful? I mean--"
"You have come to this day too?"
The exaggerated tone suddenly cooled down, and she lightly turned in front of the vampire called "Wilbert", and gradually approached him as if taking elegant dance steps.
At this time, Wilbert's indifferent expression was gone, his pale cheeks were stained with red, and there was only confusion and desire in his gray-blue eyes.
Lifting the other person's chin with a wine glass, Cecia admired the poor little thing, raised the corners of her mouth in pleasure, and then mercilessly -
Grasped the fragile neck.
The arms gradually rose higher, Wilbert's feet left the ground, his body was completely suspended in the air, and a fierce feeling of suffocation followed.
His face showed pain as he tried to pry open the hands that were clamped around his neck.
"it's useless."
Cecia sneered, and strange symbols suddenly appeared on the opponent's arm. He paused in his struggle and his hands fell down weakly.
"This is your karma."
She lowered her voice and whispered in his ear.
"please……"
His squeezed throat struggled to utter single syllables, and his face turned red due to the difficulty in breathing.
"please?"
As if she found it funny, Cecilia let go of her hand and let the other person fall to the hard marble floor.
"At this point, what else do you want?"
"Please...please..."
After a violent coughing fit, he pleaded in a hoarse voice.
"Blood... I want... fresh blood..."
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