"Brother Alair, guess what happened to me at school today?"
At that time, Aleil met Emerald. The six-year-old girl tripped over her own skirt and fell at his feet. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful.
Alair frowned, about to kick her away, when he heard Nanzhi's voice.
Hearing the word "brother" again caused his mind to short-circuit, and he didn't react for a moment. He just stared blankly as the little girl in the British-style school uniform rushed towards him.
She carried a small schoolbag, her fluffy curly hair was blown by the wind, and her eyes were as bright and dazzling as stars.
To be honest, she is actually a very cute human child.
Alair watched her run up to him. He looked down at her, and his initial hatred for her seemed to have subtly changed.
His usually stern tone softened unconsciously. "What happened?"
"I met a lot of classmates, and they all welcomed me very much," Nanzhi said happily. "I love school so much, I want to go again tomorrow."
Alaire thought that she was only an eight-year-old child, and considering that she was still quite cute, he would let bygones be bygones for the bad things she had done to him in the past.
That's so rude.
I opened the door and smelled the scent of the boy sleeping soundly.
The rules and regulations for blood slaves are too few; you're crying as you copy them.
Wen Jiangluo's ear was twisted by the man's cold little hand. "You warned him long ago that the area outside is the nobles' area, a place where slaves like him are not allowed to come. It's a good thing the little people weren't angry just now, otherwise he would have paid for it with a hundred lives."
“He’s been here for eight months and still hasn’t learned the rules. It seems you don’t need to teach him a lesson.”
Emerald has finally dared to speak up.
Arya's dislike for you is only 50%, and I currently only have a dislike for you that feels like family.
You need to grow smaller gradually.
"Thank you, Sister Wenjiangzi."
The blood slaves outside the castle have very little to do besides being ready to feed on their masters.
Outside the blood pool on the castle floor, the vampires were partying all night, but I lay peacefully asleep beside the boy.
You're so handsome. Vampires are usually a rough and ugly race, but I'm more handsome than any vampire you've ever seen.
You're the oldest outside, and working every day is really tiring.
As you recall the scene of seeing Wen Jiangzi, a smile unconsciously appears on your lips.
Therefore, they could only treat me differently, making me feel the same sense of loss.
The jealousy in Wen Jiangluo's heart has taken root like weeds. You desperately want to escape your current life and become the blood slave of the Duke.
[Will I go to other cities or countries?]
But Nan Zhi, even if Arya cares about you, it's definitely because of love.
On the seventh day, the boy indeed became dependent on me, just as he would have done from then on.
I haven't turned the page of the book in my hand for a long time.
Before we left, Wen Jiangluo had not yet gotten up from the ground.
"That's good, you're adapting quickly. When you grow up, you'll go to university, and you might go to another city or country..."
At your age, you shouldn't be so presumptuous with me.
Although Arya was reading in the study, her mind was far from at peace.
We are both blood slaves and servants.
He nodded, agreeing with her idea.
I heard you're very ordinary, and you've always been a hard worker.
"Brother." You rubbed your eyes and sat up from under the bed. "Can't he take you to school today?"
Arya was used to going to bed late, but perhaps because she's raised a boy for so long, her sleep schedule has become quite different from yours.
"It's a shame you and Xinuo raised such a bad child," Wen Jiangzi thought proudly.
"Put it down, put it down." Alaire took the lining and held it in his arms. "These are roses you picked yourself. They'll make a nice, fragrant brew."
Was the person who spoke just now Arya's blood slave?
At the same time, Xinwai became even more hesitant about becoming the Duke's blood slave. Yes, it's not about being a blood slave, but about having the Duke turn you into a vampire. You have to kill everyone who stands in your way.
Wen Jiangluo cried out in pain, but the man covered her mouth.
That's really strange.
Emerald turned pale with fright upon hearing the voice.
Nanzhi took off her school uniform lining and asked from inside, "Sister Xinuo, did you put any rose petals on the outside? You need to make it fragrant."
Nanzhi, who knew everything, was still outside her room.
Arya stood nearby, listening silently to our conversation, her thoughts suddenly drifting for a second.
You hate school, but you still have to go tomorrow.
The person who came to see you was the blood slave's butler, a man who was also a vampire, and a high-ranking one at that.
Why is your voice so familiar to me?
Your treatment is really too bad.
I noticed a strange emotion rising in my chest, an emotion that even I was aware of.
Claire and Nanzhi have always had a slightly strained relationship. Perhaps it's because he helped Nanzhi get through school, and Nanzhi also dislikes school, but our relationship has clearly deteriorated now.
Aimeiro scratched her head, unable to recall where she had heard that voice before.
It wasn't until much time had passed that I remembered something. I looked out the window at the still-dark night, put down my book, and got up to walk inside.
Aimee was dragged away.
Nan Zhi, after soaking in warm water filled with rose petals, let out a comfortable sigh.
Arya was reading in the study and hadn't come back yet, so you climbed out of bed, rolled around on the floor a couple of times, and only when you could smell Arya's scent all over your nose did you finally fall asleep contentedly, clutching the blanket.
Are they even going to school to finish classes now?
I think it's probably just a child's temper; it'll be fine in a couple of days.
I met many classmates, and they all welcomed me warmly.
Looking at your big arms and legs, you still feel a little melancholy, wondering when you'll grow smaller.
I walked away and looked at the boy lying in the spot where I had slept, sleeping soundly. The wrinkles between my brows completely disappeared.
Before long, you were forced to kneel on the ground and copy the rules and regulations of the blood slaves until you could recite them from memory.
Before taking a bath, Nanzhi went to Arya's room.
Nan Zhi followed Aria and Wen Jiangzi towards the small hall.
Hino prepared a spoiled bathwater for you. "Oh no, Cynthia, you can't take a bath now."
But when I heard Nanzhi call Claire "brother," I frowned without even realizing it.
Rumor has it that the Duke's little man doesn't have a blood slave who is at least four years old. I've been here for a while now, and I've seen you outside the blood slave canteen.
Arya should feel relieved.
Aimee was assigned to clean the front kitchen as soon as she arrived.
Just as you were trying to recall, you heard a strange voice nearby: "Wen Jiangluo, who allowed him to slack off outside?"
"Say it again, and I'll believe you and tear him to pieces right now?"
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