"Tsk..."
The Vampire lady squinted her eyes, looking speechlessly at the overly dazzling (in the physical sense) young man in the dark space in front of her.
This guy... he must be doing it on purpose!
She would never believe Herbert was as innocent as he pretended to be.
Who are you trying to fool?
You are of noble birth, and so am I!
Don’t think I don’t know what the basic education for nobles always teaches!
Going by the noble tradition of educating heirs, before coming of age, everything you should know and shouldn’t know must have been fully taught.
However... even if Eliza knew the other party was just acting, what could she do?
Could she really say it out loud?
Describe those scenes in her mind?
What a joke!
He’s shaless, but does that an I shouldn’t have any dignity!?!!?
In the end, she could only swallow the bitter pill silently, watching the guy in front of her perform with a constipated face and squinted eyes.
Herbert was still going!
"Oh dear, Lady Eliza, what exactly are you referring to? Did I say sothing wrong for you to misunderstand?"
"Could you tell what cos to your mind? So I can avoid it next ti."
No matter how Herbert asked, Eliza, who had made up her mind, remained silent, resolutely unresponsive.
Eliza kept quiet, solely pursing her lips.
She tried to kill Herbert, the shaless creature, with her eyes.
Enough, stop acting.
You’ve done enough, okay!
Finally, after repeatedly seducing with words for a long ti, seeing Eliza unwilling to cooperate, Herbert shook his head in boredom.
Tsk, boring.
This woman isn’t fun to play with, not as interesting as Fremay.
Even though she’s not cooperating anymore, at first she would blush and try to explain to !
"Well, alright, since you don’t want to say anything, I won’t ask."
Herbert, looking all heartbroken, retracted the Holy Light radiating from him and sighed low-spiritedly.
His heartbreaking look made Eliza a little hesitant.
Could it be she really misunderstood him?
Was Herbert really a naive aristocratic youth?
But before Eliza could feel guilty, before Herbert could finish up his sigh, he relaxedly smiled.
"Actually, I did nothing at all."
He lowered his gaze, using his pale eyes to look at the curled Vampire, whispering, "But if anything must be said, I certainly did one thing..."
"I saved you."
At this mont, sadness filled the eyes of the white-haired boy, causing Eliza to feel a strange emotion.
Compassion.
Upon acknowledging this emotion’s true nature, she felt sowhat bewildered.
Why are you looking at with that expression?
"You haven’t noticed anything different?"
Different...
Eliza froze for a mont, instinctively raised her hand to feel her body... Huh!!?
It was gone.
The chains, gone!
She reached towards her neck, not feeling the cold Black Iron Necklace, but touching her slender throat.
This discovery stirred complex emotions in her heart; excitent, surprise, but more confusion.
Her neck being free from chains ant... no longer being bound by this Black Iron Coffin.
Am I free?
Am I really free?
She lifted her head, looked at Herbert, her lips trembling slightly, whispered, "Herbert, I...I really don’t know how to thank you."
"Hehe, you don’t need to thank , you don’t..."
But just as Herbert began to respond, the teary-eyed Eliza moved.
Whizz—
With no forewarning or precursor, she sprang up from the ground like a crimson lightning bolt, lunging towards Herbert instantaneously.
Although Herbert had intentionally moved half a step back, the less than one-ter distance was negligible to a Legendary Vampire.
Capture him.
Only by capturing him can I truly regain my freedom!
Only with a true threat to his life can he be made not to divulge what just happened!
That damned guy.
Absolutely can’t let a third person know about the foolish thing I just did!!!
Eliza’s abrupt burst this mont was partially to escape this damned prison, and mostly to cover her dignity.
Herbert must be silenced!
Capture him, properly threaten him a bit... and seize the chance to sip more blood.
Yes, and have him make more Holy Blood for !
Hmph hmph!
Since you bullied just now, watch how I restore my pride this ti.
But just as Eliza fantasized about her rosy prospects, preparing to execute step one and soon pin Herbert to the ground... she heard Herbert’s yet unfinished sentence.
"... don’t get too happy too soon."
Hmm?
Don’t get too happy too soon!?
!!!
Clatter clatter...
No ti to contemplate, the familiar, heart-rattling sound of chains suddenly echoed.
Oh no!
Moreover, it wasn’t sounding from the Black Iron Coffin behind, but from under their feet at this mont.
Eliza instinctively wanted to flee, but the chains coming from the shadows gave her no chance.
Clang clang clang clang...
Four chains shot out at lightning speed, like nimble tentacles, tightly wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
A sharp pull made Eliza slam directly onto the ground.
Thud!
Although the huge impact caused Eliza so pain, she had no ti to worry about these, as all her focus fell on the front.
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