Chapter 710 The Escaped Blood Slave
Dimitri and Paul were dragged into the first class cabin in a very awkward manner.
Visible expressions of fear appeared on their faces, but surprisingly, they did not put up any resistance... Instead, their faces were ashen and their bodies were stiff.
——This was their first time entering first class.
Compared to the cabin filled with a complex array of foul odors, where a dozen or so people shared a room, this first-class cabin felt like a luxuriously decorated hotel. There was a soft crimson carpet, an expensive wooden desk, easily damaged by moisture at sea, and a vast array of books. There was also a plush sofa that could accommodate at least five people, and a private bathroom and toilet. This was just the outer hall; the bedrooms were further inside.
The steward glanced at them with a cold gaze, and then pronounced his verdict indifferently:
"You just stay here."
Then the butler turned and walked into the inner room.
After he left, Dimitri looked to Paul for help.
He lowered his voice and whispered in a very low voice: "What should we do now... run?"
"run?"
Paul glanced at him and replied in his usual voice, even a little louder than his own, "You can't get away."
"Keep your voice down—"
Dimitri was startled and begged hurriedly.
Paul continued to talk to himself, "That person is at least at the fourth level of transcendence... Do you want to escape from that kind of existence?
"Let me remind you, this is an enclosed space on board—or are you going to jump into the sea and feed the fish?"
"—Why are you running?"
At this moment, a childish but slightly hoarse voice sounded.
That hoarse voice, like the whisper of a devil in your ear, has a devilish charm that can make your bones melt.
They both shuddered subconsciously and looked up towards the inner hall.
The young lady had changed into an equally expensive-looking, but considerably more comfortable, casual outfit—a light yellow dress with a distinctly homely feel. Her black stockings and leather boots had been replaced with sockless sandals. She was smiling as she approached the two of them... The taciturn, imposing butler was nowhere to be seen.
Dimitri breathed a sigh of relief.
——Faced with the beautiful and lovely noble lady and the cold and scary butler, he would rather choose the former.
Because it was his first time facing an unfamiliar noble in this position, he subconsciously wanted to lower his head. However, a lingering demonic charm made the young lady's face seem to be engraved in his mind - even with his head lowered, his mind still recalled those beautiful ruby-like scarlet pupils.
Dimitri couldn't control his instinct and subconsciously looked up to take a look, but then he lowered his head again.
...But for some reason, he always felt a sense of incongruity.
When I saw her on the street before, this young lady's temperament didn't seem like this... but softer and more restrained.
As Dimitri was thinking this, he suddenly realized that his companion Paul had become quiet without him making any noise.
...Could he have been killed?
His heart tightened, and a mess of guesses emerged in his mind. Then he quickly looked up at his companion.
--fear.
Yet, for the first time, he witnessed such extreme and terrifying fear in the eyes of Paul, always calm, reliable, and seemingly all-knowing. Just savoring his expression made Dimitri's heart tremble uncontrollably... a shudder ran through his body, as if his brain had been immersed in ice water.
And the young lady just looked at Paul meaningfully.
"Not bad," she said lightly, "it seems you know something... tell me about it?"
The tone is different from the previous appearance.
At this moment, the noble lady's tone was suddenly tainted with a touch of arrogance that Dimitri instinctively hated.
...That abrupt change was like an actor with great acting skills suddenly getting into the mood.
This strange thought suddenly emerged in Dimitri's mind.
His mother was a cleaner in the theater. Sometimes the theater would give out free "practice tickets" to the staff, which allowed them to enter the theater while the actors were rehearsing and watch these fragmented, incoherent plays.
The main purpose was to test audience reactions to different sections and performances in a confidential manner. For Dimitri, who came from an ordinary family, this was his only way to enjoy opera. And this alone was enough for him to brag about it to his classmates and friends.
Because of this, Dimitri always watched very seriously when he was a child.
He remembered clearly that the actors who had received instructions from the director would suddenly undergo this extremely drastic change when the "start" command was given after a pause.
But why does she want to act?
A doubt arose in Dimitri's mind, but he put it aside and kept it for the time being.
"Paul—what's wrong?"
He forced himself to muster up courage and asked in a trembling voice.
Although he was worried about his friend, he didn't dare question such a nobleman who exuded evil. He could only avert his gaze, looking at the open space while questioning with less sharp words.
Demeter realized that his words could easily be understood as a question to Paul, so he quickly added in a low voice: "What did you do to him?"
"I didn't do anything."
The noble lady, whose name was still unknown, turned her head slightly and smiled contemptuously: "Why don't you ask him - who is he?"
"--Owner."
Suddenly, without warning, Paul fell to his knees, his forehead hitting the floor with a loud thud.
He prostrated himself on the ground, his pupils suddenly hollow. His expression became one of agony, his entire body curled up like a shrimp. "Master... please suck my blood, Master... please suck Paul's blood..."
——There is no doubt that it was the effect of the charm lock.
When hunting, the Moon Child will mark its prey with its body fluids through kissing, licking, biting, etc.
This mark is called "Charm". Its essence is a curse.
This is because the Moon Child is extremely vulnerable when feeding—not only does it expose its neck and get close enough to embrace the other person, but it also pierces its hollow fangs into the other person's body.
Once the prey enters the enchanted state, it no longer wants to believe that the other party is lying, nor can it see through the other party's true intentions... It wants to do something for the other party to make him happy like crazy, and is even willing to pay most of the price for this.
For example, letting someone into your home for the first time and preparing a sumptuous dinner for them with all your heart, or lending them some money, or even lying to trackers and hunters and saying you haven't seen them... as if they were your best friend or the lover you most want to pursue.
She raised her eyebrows, feeling that things were gradually becoming interesting.
(End of this chapter)
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