Chapter 526 Silver Dragon Girl: Do You Want to Die if You Touch Me? !

Cerira took a deep breath.

Cerela rose high into the sky.

Cerela let out a terrifying roar.

In Grete's mind, these three sentences were the only things that were going back and forth at the moment.

——Serila walked forward step by step, staring at the young vampire with no smile on her face. The first step, the second step, and when she took the third step, her silver-blue eyes, which were always smiling, had suddenly turned into pure silver vertical pupils!

Cerela was unhappy.

Very unhappy.

Since the arrival of these nasty-smelling guys, Grete has been accompanying them day and night. The patient is ignored, the operation is not performed, and the magic is not practiced. Sitting in the laboratory, every day and every night, I smelled of blood.

Forget it, after all, Grete is really doing something very important. Once this research is successful, it can save many people. But just now she heard that the guest with the disgusting smell wanted to drink little Jenny's blood!

Little Jenny is the leader of her nurses! It's hers! Do you want to die if you attack her people? !

Don't even think about it!

If she takes one step forward, Viscount Sebesh will take one step back; if she takes two steps forward, the Viscount will take two steps back. After taking the third step back, I tripped over a chair, fell to the ground with a thud, and bounced back up in a panic:

"I didn't do anything! I just thought about it!—I won't think about it anymore! I'm leaving!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped backwards. Facing Cerela, with his back to the courtyard outside the hospital building, he jumped out through the large open window in the middle of the night. Serila frowned, and just as she was about to pursue him, Gretel quickly stretched out his hand to stop her:

"Cerilla! He is a diplomatic envoy!"

The silver dragon girl stopped in frustration. She stared closely at the figure of the vampire until he disappeared far into the night, then turned to Gretel with an unhappy face.

Although he didn't say anything, the clouds gathering on his delicate face could already summon lightning and thunder.

Grete quickly reassured:

"Don't worry, this will never happen again in the future. - When the envoy came, we had already agreed that the vampires are not allowed to hunt, suck the blood of the people of the kingdom, or purchase the people of the kingdom in the Kingdom of Kent. I I have already rejected him, and he will never hurt little Jenny.”

"snort!"

"And the Blood Tribe is an ally of the Council. They provide pressure in another direction to contain the Glorious Cult - you hate those guys too, don't you?"

Cerela snorted in annoyance. She turned to the end of the corridor:

"Jenny, Jenny!—who asked you to bring tea? It's so late, you should be in bed!"

At the other end of the corridor, two heads popped out at the same time. Little Jenny and her mother, the maid Lola, stood up cautiously together. Laura, the former washerwoman and now the villa maid, rubbed the edge of her apron with her rough hands and answered uneasily:

"I asked her to go... Miss, Mr. Master, Jenny is so young and can't do much work. If she wants to be the head nurse, she should be more diligent... Sir, when entertaining guests, at least there should be someone who brings tea and water. …”

"Just for this?"

"Really, just for this!"

Laura nodded. Gretel sighed and said seriously:

"Among these nurses, Jenny is the only one who is literate and can read and write. Now that she has this job, she should do it well. As long as she is qualified, I will not treat her badly."

Laura agreed, took her daughter in hand, and quickly retreated. But little Jenny suddenly shook her mother's hand and said loudly:

"gentlemen!"

"What?"

"Where we used to be a washerwoman, there was a female worker and her son, a very beautiful little brother, who was said to have been taken back by a wealthy family. It is said that he was a nobleman - mother said, I am also the daughter of a noble family..."

The maid and illegitimate daughter of a noble family. Grete nodded without surprise. So in this world where the literacy rate of civilians is extremely low, Laura can actually read and teach her daughter to read. He said seriously:

"so?"

"I don't want to be taken back! Even if someone comes to pick me up and really makes me a noble lady, I don't want to!" The little girl raised her chin and said with a firm face:

"Sir, I want to work hard at your place and make money to support myself and my mother!"

Gretel couldn't help but smile. He walked slowly to the girl, squatted down, and looked into her eyes:

"Then you work hard. When you grow up a little and have the qualifications to become a warrior, I will find a teacher for you; if you have the qualifications to learn magic, you can learn in my mage tower."

Little Jenny nodded vigorously. Grete smiled and rubbed her blond hair, stood up, and turned to Laura seriously:

"There is no pie in the sky, and those who are picked up by others are not necessarily good things. If you can support yourself through your own work, don't rely on others."

Laura nodded carefully with a stiff face. Gretel yawned, turned and left. After he revealed his skill in blood transfusion, how many resources could Viscount Sebesh mobilize to help with research? How long will it take to get results?

Viscount Sebesh retreated hastily and rushed back to the mission's headquarters. As soon as I arrived at the residence, I saw a young woman with light blond curly hair leaning on the corridor, holding a beautiful young man on her arm, smiling and ogling him:

"Seibei, how about taking a look at my new blood slave?"

"Yuliya!" Viscount Sebesh stopped and frowned:

"Where did this little guy come from? - Didn't we have an agreement with the Parliament that we are not allowed to hunt or buy blood slaves in the Kingdom of Kent?"

"Oops~~~I didn't buy it, it was a gift from someone else~~~Stupid short-lived breeders always expect unrealistic things. In order to extend their lifespan, they are even willing to give us their own children... …”

"...Don't cause trouble!"

Viscount Sebesh paused and quickly entered the room. The door creaked, and his new blood slave of half a year, Sister Teresa of Radiance, came over numbly, took the coat from his hand, and stretched her wrist in front of him.

Viscount Sebesh pushed in annoyance. There was a snap, and the back of Theresa's smooth hand hit the wall, leaving a small red mark.

He was originally obsessed with the taste of the Sister of Radiance: the thin holy power flowing in his blood was just like the chili pepper he tasted when he was still alive, giving a different kind of stimulation to the tip of his tongue. Once you drink it, you will never forget it.

For this reason, even if it was a long journey, he would carry this blood slave with him and would not let her leave for a moment.

But tonight, the elf lady he saw at Grete's place grabbed all his attention.

——No, you can’t drink her blood! Viscount Sebesh shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the feeling of infatuation out of his mind:

I can't stand the intensity of energy in that blood! Just one sip, or even just one drop, will burn through my throat like highly concentrated holy water, and even burn me directly to ashes!

Moreover, the Nordmark mage and I are quite close... we can't hurt his friends...

Viscount Sebesh threw himself into the coffin and turned over it. Rolling to the left, rolling to the right, he jumped up suddenly:

"We still need to increase our strength quickly! We need to learn blood transfusion magic! - I'd better go find the Marquis and ask him to help research blood test magic!"

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