Chapter 289 The Master's Responsibilities (Additional Update 91)

Madam, you are also doing this by your husband... Cough cough, I forgot that you have no husband anymore.

In short, if you don’t want to be exposed, just clench your teeth!

Herbert signaled at Eliza, nodded, and then continued his hand forward.

forward! forward! forward!

Eliza:? ? ?

"Wait...I'll let you wait!"

Eliza grabbed Herbert's wrist tightly and finally controlled his advance.

She glared at Herbert in shock and tried her best to lower her voice: "What the hell are you thinking!!!?"

You, you...how could you do such a thing?

Herbert smiled brightly and said leisurely: "I am doing my duty. Madam, I am just doing what I should do."

As he said that, although Herbert's wrist could no longer move forward, his slender fingers moved flexibly.

? ? ?

"No, what is your responsibility!!"

Eliza felt the danger getting closer and closer to herself, and the blushing on her cheeks became deeper and deeper-fortunately she didn't notice her veil.

Herbert blinked and said seriously: "What do you do? As a personal servant, my task is naturally to make your body and mind comfortable."

"Don't worry, I'm very good at it. You can relax and it will end soon. I promise you will fall in love with this feeling."

It would be fine if Herbert didn't say it, but after Eliza could not let him go.

She pressed Herbert in resistance, shook her head quickly at a curve that would not be noticed by others: "No, no, no, still can't, thank you, but no, no..."

Thanks!

But still not!

And Herbert...of course, he couldn't follow her wishes.

How could I let you go!

Do you know how long I have been waiting for this opportunity to find a lot of people?

In order to give you the ultimate experience, I specially chose this suitable place.

The right time, place, and people.

If you don’t attack at this time, when will you wait?

Herbert continued to reach out and bewitched: "Madam, don't resist fearlessly anymore, surrender as soon as possible."

"You've been sleeping in the coffin for too long and have fallen behind. This is a very normal thing in our time."

"Open your heart quickly! Surrender leniently, resist strictness!"

"Okay, let's keep going..."

Herbert was bewitching his words at high speed while continuing to force his hands, while Eliza tried hard to resist.

"You, don't, come here!"

"Just, let me go!"

The two of them fought silently, and Herbert's palms were just a little bit, little by little... getting closer and closer to Eliza.

"hiss……"

Eliza gradually became desperate and could only watch the palm get closer and closer.

Why can't I hold him back? ?

Isn't he a Paladin?

But how could this strength be like a barbarian? ?

No, it is even more exaggerated than the barbarians of the same level!

What Eliza didn't know was that although Herbert's strength was only high-level, his physique after several strengthenings was quite amazing.

Admittedly, he is currently slightly inferior to Valentina in hand-to-hand combat... But when facing the miscellaneous fish vampire, he can compete!

Click, click, click...

While the two were fighting, the huge sofa sitting under them made a slight sound, and they would soon be unable to hold on.

If it collapses, everyone's eyes will be attracted!

Not good, not good, not good!

"Wait, don't...right!"

At the critical moment, Eliza suddenly shone with a light and thought of an excellent way to get out!

She leaned into Herbert's eyes, stared at him with her big eyes, and gritted her teeth, "Herbert, I will now command you as my master! You, don't move your hands."

After saying that, she breathed a sigh of relief.

right!

I am the owner of the caravan now, you have to listen to me!

It’s not that I don’t want to reveal my identity.

You are the ones who need to pretend to be!

As long as you don’t want to be exposed now, you must be honest and obedient.

Sure enough, after Eliza finished speaking, she immediately felt that Herbert's strength had weakened a lot.

Huh-- Finally, it's safe.

Eliza let out a long sigh and complained, "Hmph, I'm better off being obedient for a long time, but in the end I'm still obedient... eh?"

But when Eliza started to mutter, she saw not her depressed and lost expression, but Herbert's smile.

Eliza:! ?

After meeting the deep eyes of a hunter staring at the prey, she knew... it was broken!

Although I don’t know what went wrong, the vampire who has been bullied many times has foreseen that the situation will be bad-

"Do you think you are really the master?"

Herbert smiled meaningfully, put his mouth close to Eliza's ear, and whispered: "Eliza, do you really not know who is the master among us?"

! ! !

The low voice flowed from the cochlea into her body. The vibration accompanied by the airflow that emitted a sweet fragrance made her body numb, and she trembled slightly involuntarily.

In Eliza's long life, she had never had such close contact with the opposite sex.

When she was a mortal princess in a small country, she was kept in a deep boudoir and would not meet men of the same age.

After she was transformed into a vampire by her "father", she gained extremely powerful power and was feared by everyone and regarded as an untouchable monster.

In the end, Eliza did become the "monster" they said.

She hunted down her "father" and hunted down all his blood descendants, and merged all the blood into her body.

For a long time, she has been wandering in the dark.

In the realm of night, no one dared to talk to her, let alone touch her at such a close distance.

She is a blood-faller, a parricide, a cursed daughter of disaster... Any existence related to her will only have a tragic end in the end.

Her parents and relatives died, and her "father's" bloodline was also cut off in her hands.

She is no longer a human, and there is no place for her in the human world.

But she is not a monster either. Vampires regard her as a monster that chooses people to eat.

But now, this alien of the paladin, he actually... wants to blaspheme her! ?

No, that's not right.

Before this, he had clearly blasphemed several times!

She looked at Herbert blankly, trying to see his true thoughts from his eyes.

Are you really not afraid?

Eliza's lips trembled slightly, and asked: "Are you really not afraid of me?"

Herbert frowned slightly, did not answer, but looked at her in confusion.

Sister, what are you talking about?

What, are you also non-mainstream?

So, the sentence just now, translated is - "If you don't rely on me, you will become unlucky"?

Eliza saw the doubt in Herbert's eyes, shook her head gently, and explained in a low voice: "No, if you come into contact with me, you will become unfortunate... um~"

An unrestrained charming moan leaked from her mouth, mixed into the noisy and lewd atmosphere of the whole tavern.

He he he! ! ?

Just now, Herbert did not answer Eliza's question, but directly leaned forward and bit her slightly pointed ear tip!

He used his teeth to gently pull the ear tip.

! ! !

From an outsider's perspective, Herbert, the servant, only leaned close to his master and whispered in his ear for fear of being eavesdropped.

And after he let go of the ear tip, he did whisper softly: "Don't worry, I won't leave you."

He has said similar words to different people many times, and he is already familiar with it.

These monster girls with special bodies, one by one, are all lonely children who long to be noticed.

They are favored by fate, but also destroyed by fate.

And if you want to enter their hearts, you must bear the challenge given by this fate.

"I will never abandon you, and I will not leave you alone."

Eliza bit her lips tightly, and her sharp tiger teeth bit the corner of her lips, staining her lips red with scarlet blood.

She stared at Herbert, raised her hand and grabbed his collar, and asked hoarsely with anxiety and even anger: "Why? Why are you so sure!?"

Those people left me, all left.

You...what on earth do you have?

Why are you so sure! ?

Tell me!

Faced with her questioning, Herbert just lowered his head, came in front of her, gently lifted the black veil with his left hand, and calmly looked at the eyes that faintly flashed with blood.

Can the tears of vampires also be blood?

He smiled, gently wiped away the bloody tears that were about to fall for her with his fingers, and said calmly but firmly: "Because, I am your master."

"I will not let you lie alone in that cold coffin again."

"If you must let me give you a reason, there is no other reason."

"I want to, and I will definitely be your master."

Herbert lowered his eyes and took in Eliza's confused and somewhat uneasy expression.

"You..." Miss Vampire moved her lips and didn't say anything for a long time.

Herbert didn't wait for her to think clearly, and continued to tell her while she was confused: "Eliza, I am the ruler you have longed for for many years."

At the same time, when Eliza was distracted, Herbert's palm took the opportunity to go deeper.

But he didn't continue to tease her downward movement, but moved slightly upward and pressed... on her slender waist.

Then, he gently held Eliza in his arms, letting their chests gently touch each other.

Dongdong.

He transmitted his strong heartbeat to the delicate body that had been cold for many years.

Eliza subconsciously wanted to push away, but she put her hand down as soon as she raised it, silently experiencing this warmth.

This long-lost heartbeat.

"..."

Herbert looked at her and slowly lowered his head.

When he raised his head again, the corners of his mouth were stained with a hint of scarlet.

He naturally licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, swallowed it, and glanced around.

Although his previous action was secretive, other people who had been paying attention here should also notice something wrong.

Herbert originally planned to talk to other slave traders and get some information by the way.

As a result, he accidentally found an opportunity to advance the progress of Eliza's attack.

After weighing this, Herbert made a decision to push forward the progress with all his strength, not caring about the eyes of others.

"Next, someone should come to provoke, right?" Herbert glanced around and thought to himself.

Eliza's face was revealed for a moment, and her excessive charm would attract some idiots who were overconfident.

And he had made plans - to make those guys regret having such thoughts, and even regret being born into this world.

But just before Herbert's expected development happened, another super development attracted everyone's attention.

That was a sad cry floating from a distance.

It was a blood-soaked wail coming from the slaves' gathering place - "Justice!"

Like resentment, like admiration, like crying, like complaining.

That wail of silence and tears of men and women made the whole noisy tavern quiet down.

Everyone in the tavern was stunned and looked at each other blankly.

"What's the sound?"

"Huh!? Whose slave is screaming so miserably?"

"Screaming so loudly, he must be in good health, hahaha..."

Not to mention others, even Herbert was stunned, his ears moved slightly, and he listened carefully for a while.

And Herbert also heard who was howling.

"God damn justice... Cyril, what are you doing? You can't even bear this?"

Cyril, why is it you again!

"Are you really that fragile? You can't bear this?"

Herbert shook his head and smacked his lips with emotion: "It seems that the boy's ability to withstand pressure is still not good enough."

Although he wanted to "praise" him a few more times, but listening to the overly miserable wailing, Herbert couldn't help but...laugh out loud.

Puff, haha!

"Ahem...forget it, after all, we are colleagues, don't bully too much."

Since something happened to him...that's just right.

Herbert turned to Eliza, who was still looking down in confusion, and smiled: "Eliza, do you want to move your body?"

"If you are confused now, why not stop thinking too much and vent it out?"

He glanced at everyone in the tavern and whispered: "Do you want to indulge yourself?"

"No."

Herbert smiled, changed his tone, and whispered: "Now, follow my words and vent it out."

It is his duty as a master to not let his "slave" be confused.

"Vent out all the confusion, anxiety, and resentment in the past."