Heatherine and her companions planned to rest for a day in Liechtenstein. They had been traveling continuously for half a month and needed to replenish some essential supplies. In addition, their horses needed to rest, and some of the weaker horses needed to be replaced.
"Qin Mo, did you go to the West District last night?" Kelly quietly asked Qin Mo early in the morning.
"Hmm! How did you know..." Qin Mo was a little surprised. Only Heatherine knew about his and Xu Luo's trip to see the vampire master.
"I originally wanted to go and see it too, but when I came to find you, you weren't there, so you must have gone by yourself!" Kelly said shyly. Actually, she had secretly watched Qin Mo and Xu Luo's room for half the night, and only breathed a sigh of relief when Qin Mo and Xu Luo returned early.
“I have to go there again today. If you have Princess Heatherine’s permission, you can come with me,” Qin Mo said, pretending to be very generous.
“Okay, I’ll go ask right away.” Kelly dashed off to Heather’s room.
Qin Mo smiled guiltily. With such a strong aura of holy light emanating from Kelly, it would be strange if Heather allowed her to go to the West District at night.
Sure enough, Kelly soon came out with her head drooping, her resentful little eyes making Qin Mo feel ashamed and reluctant.
The West District at night is the world of vampires, while Ment Street is the world of the wealthy. There aren't many people coming and going, but they are either big merchants who sell weapons and armor or wealthy people like Qin Mo.
When he entered the Plath family's weapon shop again, he sensed something was amiss. The two low-level vampires who had been at the door the day before were gone, and the scene he had imagined—the vampire girl named Feli anxiously waiting for him—did not happen. There was only one person in the entire weapon shop.
He was a young vampire, dressed casually, a stark contrast to old man Borman's austere and luxurious style. Qin Mo felt his clothes were closer to her own aesthetic.
His physique was very similar to Qin Mo's, tall and slender yet possessing a powerful beauty, looking as if he could unleash formidable strength at any moment. His chiseled, cold face swept over Qin Mo, revealing a barely perceptible smile.
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