Chapter 133: Boris Extra (II) “You can only wag your tail and beg for mercy…
"What are you doing?"
Boris frowned and looked at Will with disapproval, "He knows your identity. If we let him go, we will all be exposed!"
"Do you want to kill me and my parents?"
Hearing this, Will shrank back for a moment, then quickly regained his composure and shook his head.
"No! He promised me that he wouldn't tell anyone about this!"
Seeing the two of them arguing, the boy came to his senses, crawled to his feet, and ran away.
Boris wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Will.
“Let go!”
Boris shouted, trying to pry Will's hands apart, but the other held on tightly, unwilling to let go even if his skin was scratched.
"Do you know that the marks left by the blood clan's fangs are unique? If he goes to find someone to treat this wound, our presence will be discovered!"
"I don't!"
Having already been frightened and being scolded by his brother, Will felt a little wronged. He explained pitifully, "I didn't bite him with my teeth!"
"You're still lying!"
Boris grabbed Will by the collar and lifted him up.
"The teeth marks on his neck and the blood on your mouth are all evidence! Do you have anything else to explain?"
“That’s not the case…”
Seeing such a terrifying Boris for the first time, Will was so scared that tears came out of his eyes. He lowered his head and choked up.
"Brother, it's all my fault... because I couldn't open the freezer door, but I was so hungry that I lost consciousness..."
"When I woke up again, I was already in the back mountain, still holding the boy in my hand, with my fingertips piercing his neck..."
At this point, Will showed a panic expression. He looked at his fingertips and rubbed them repeatedly on his clothes.
"I should have let him go immediately, but I licked my fingertips subconsciously... and made him bleed more..."
"So you dug out the marks on his neck?"
Boris asked, and Will nodded honestly.
He let go and checked on his brother.
Indeed, Will was still hungry. If he used his fangs to eat, the other party would not have had enough strength to run so far to ask for help.
If that's the case, the scratches can be explained in many ways, and it's not certain that his identity will be discovered. But...
Boris looked at Wilbert again and asked coldly: "Our identities cannot withstand investigation. What if he tells others?"
"No, brother."
Will looked a little stubborn, "Before I let him go, I made an agreement with him that as long as I don't kill him, he won't tell anyone about this."
“…It would be better this way.”
By now the boy had already run far away, and if he continued to chase him, it would only cause greater chaos.
In desperation, Boris took Will back home.
Will knew he was in trouble, so after drinking the bag of blood, he went back to his room alone.
That evening.
"It's so dirty! No! I don't want to be a monster!"
"Stop! Don't go over there!"
“…”
The familiar shouting woke Boris from his dream, and he followed the sound to Will's room.
I saw that the other person was still sleeping soundly, but his brows were furrowed and there were traces of tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Help! Run! Don't get caught!"
Will shouted loudly, waving his hands in the air, scratching his palms subconsciously, leaving bloody marks all over his skin.
Boris stopped his flailing hands and woke Will up.
"Brother, I'm afraid. I'm so afraid that I'll never see you again..."
Seeing his usually gentle brother, the young Weir could no longer hold back and cried loudly while hugging him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should have listened to you. If I hadn't run around, this wouldn't have happened. I don't want to cause trouble for my brother..."
Hearing Will's self-blame and guilt, Boris fell silent.
For the first time, he patted Will on the back with a heartfelt pat.
This guy is such a fool.
This was clearly his fault. He had failed to fulfill his duty as an older brother and had not given Weir food. If Weir had not been extremely hungry, he would not have run away.
Even after it came to this, Will was still defending him. That was really... not very smart.
A whole month passed.
The village was still calm and peaceful. What he was worried about did not happen. The child seemed to have really kept his promise and did not tell anyone about it.
After this incident, Boris' attitude towards Will eased somewhat, and he accepted that he shared his love with his parents.
When his parents come back, he will definitely be a good brother. Maybe, seeing his excellence, his parents will pay more attention to him.
By then, that crybaby Will will definitely cry... He will just try to comfort him reluctantly.
That night.
Boris was a light sleeper, so he could sense any disturbance. But that night, the surroundings were unusually quiet, and even the chirping of insects and birds that he usually heard disappeared completely.
The environment was too quiet, which made him feel a little uneasy.
After seeing Veer fall asleep, he sneaked to his father's study.
call out!
A strange sound came from outside the door. Boris shrugged his nose. There was an unusual smell in the air.
The blood race was naturally sensitive to smells, especially the various bloody smells. He smelled this bloody smell, which was not the smell of the demon race, but more like the blood race...
However, apart from the sleeping Will and him, there should be no other vampires here.
Could it be that my parents are back?
Why is there a smell of blood? Are they hurt?
This thought flashed through Boris's mind, and he felt worried. He put down the book in his hand and ran out of the study.
"Mom and Dad?"
He approached the door softly.
It was still very quiet outside, with only some rustling sounds.
No one responded to him.
"Mom and Dad, are you back?"
The familiar smell was getting closer and closer, and Boris simply opened the door.
"Run! Don't come out!"
His father blocked him behind him and tried to get him back to his room, but Will suddenly appeared from nowhere and threw himself into his mother's arms.
"Mom! You're back!"
Will's face was full of excitement. He tilted his head back and kept rubbing against his mother's arms, completely unaware that something was wrong.
Oh no! It's that boy!
He still failed to keep his promise! He knew that the demons could not be trusted!
There was a flash of hatred in Boris's eyes, and he raised his hand to grab the naive Will, but after Will's delay, the black-robed men of unknown origin had already surrounded them.
It was too late for them to go back.
There were as many as twenty people on the other side, all of them carrying violent magical fluctuations, and they came with great momentum.
"You take the child and go first! I'll stay behind to cover your retreat!"
My father gritted his teeth and used his body to block them from seeing the man in black robes.
The opponent was not polite, launching deadly magic attacks at my father one after another...
Boris's memory of what happened next is vague.
He and Weir were taken away by their mother, the black-robed man targeted their father, and their mother went back to support him...
Then, the mother collapsed.
Amid the father's painful howling, blood flowed from the mother's body and she soon stopped breathing.
Weir broke down and cried, wanting to throw himself into his mother's arms, but was held back by him.
Boris looked numb, not knowing how to deal with the sudden death. He didn't even feel sad.
There was only one thought left in my mind -
run!
He wanted to leave here, the farther the better! This was his mother's advice to him, and also her dying wish.
Unfortunately, how could a child who has not yet learned magic escape the strictly trained vampire guards?
They ran for a whole night, their bodies were scratched by branches and their skin was bleeding, but they were still caught by the man in black robes.
When he woke up again, the surroundings had changed.
They were not in a warm home, nor in a desolate back mountain, but in a magnificent palace.
"She's dead? You said she's dead?"
A deep male voice sounded from above, and one could sense the suppressed anger in the voice.
"Asshole! Have you forgotten what I told you? Except for that man, everyone else must be alive! Especially her!"
The man slammed the table hard, causing the people below to tremble a few times.
"We dare not! We have always remembered your orders and did not attack that lord, but..."
The attendant knelt on the ground and reported truthfully, "It was that lord who blocked the attack of his subordinates in order to protect him!"
Hearing this, the man's eyes narrowed suddenly and he laughed angrily.
"Good, good! She is willing to die for that cowardly husband!"
"Since she's dead, what use do I have for these useless people? The useless old man and his two useless sons? Drag them out and kill them."
The man gave orders in a stern voice, seemingly not caring at all whether they lived or died.
It sounds like the other party seems to know my mother?
Boris's brain was working rapidly, and he secretly opened his eyes a little.
There were gorgeous murals hanging on the palace, and he had never seen those luxurious objects before. The man sitting above was even more extraordinary, wearing luxurious clothes, and the guards stood respectfully beside him.
"Yes, sir."
The guard saluted and pulled the unconscious Will up. Another guard was about to come over and pull him up.
"Wait! Wait a moment!"
Boris hurriedly spoke out to stop him. His hands and feet were tied, so he could only crouch ugly on the ground in an attempt to attract the man's attention.
"oh?"
The man raised an eyebrow, raised his hand to signal the servant to stop, and took Boris over.
"When death comes, do you have anything to say?"
"This, this lord!"
Boris thought it over again and again, and squeezed out the honorific he had heard before, "You and my mother should be old acquaintances. For her sake, please let us go!"
As he spoke, he kept bowing to the ground.
"Huh, this is your child?"
Seeing this scene, the man sneered, and the other party looked gloomy and asked condescendingly.
His father was kneeling on the ground in a mess, looking old and dilapidated, completely different from the tall and majestic man in his memory.
"You and her child, are you only capable of begging for mercy?"
The man looked at him casually with contempt in his eyes, like a noble selecting a lowly servant.
"You ran away just for these two bastards. How ridiculous."
The other party's humiliation did not get the response he wanted. The father stared into the distance in despair, turning a deaf ear to everything in the outside world.
"…Forget it. It would be too boring to just kill him like this."
The man pondered for a moment, then made a decision: "Since she is dead, she will be lonely, so let a child go with her."
Hearing this, my father suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the man above him.
"Why? Can't bear to leave the child?"
The man sneered, walked down from the platform, leaned over, and grabbed his father's hair.
"Then why are you willing to let her die?"
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