289: 102.
Are you Lady Cui Si, the owner of the pride fruit?【42/60】_2 289: 102.
Are you Lady Cui Si, the owner of the pride fruit?【42/60】_2 “So, the truth is, we ‘saved’ Kudell when he was on the brink of death.”
“You turn a human hero into a vampire, preventing him from ever going ho again, or even, from feeling the caress of the sun, and yet, you shalessly call this ‘rescue’?”
Major Fraser, in rage, a brave soldier, lashed out loudly:
“What a shaless utterance!
You’re a witch who twists the right and wrong!”
“Hmph, that’s how we vampires do things, if you’re uncomfortable with it, you can go to the corridor now and challenge Salockdale to a knight’s duel.
The reality is that a human legend from a hundred years ago is alive today, whether you like it or not, you have us to thank for seeing your childhood hero today.”
Lady Cui Si didn’t even bother looking at this “little brat”.
She stretched her hand above her eyes to gaze into the corridor, still pouring out survivors.
Yawning at Milian, she said:
“I’ll leave this to you, young Milian, I need to go get so sleep.
Call when little Murphy returns.”
Finishing her words, she patted the neck of the warhorse between her legs, used a small bit of “witch’s trick”, and coaxing her horse to obediently turn around and carry her back to the survivor’s camp.
The fervently loyal mad vampire guard, Bonnie, stayed close to her “mistress”.
Cui Si saying she wanted to get a good sleep back in camp was not shirking responsibility.
She really slept until that night, waking up groggily close to midnight, grabbing the bottle of alcohol beside her bed and took a mouthful as a “wakeup soup”.
Such working hours truly fit a vampire’s lifestyle: lively by night.
Cui Si, yawning and stretching, got up to put on a long skirt, planning to wander around the camp in the evening glow.
After all, little Murphy had entrusted the camp to her.
Even though she’d been a wastrel for more than a hundred years, she still didn’t want to disappoint little Murphy.
Under the escort of the fervently loyal mad vampire Bonnie, Cui Si left her tent.
Looking at the ssy yet organized camp, she nodded in satisfaction, it seed the rging of the two groups of survivors had gone quite smoothly.
The cries and laughter from families reuniting tugged at the heartstrings.
“Bonnie, do you still have a family?”
Cui Si casually asked.
The ntally disturbed Bonnie from behind her tilted her head in thought, nodded, and croaked:
“Three mistresses…”
“Eh”
Cui Si tugged at the corner of her mouth and couldn’t help but ask:
“You an lovers, right?
Your romantic life sure is rich.”
“No!”
Mad Bonnie shook her head stubbornly, and very earnestly gestured the curves of a female body:
“I an mistresses…”
“What the-!”
Lady Cui Si was shocked for a mont.
She suddenly realized bringing back Bonnie as a guard might have been reckless.
Alas, little Murphy was right, she really needs to change her habit of picking things up randomly.
“Stay away from when I’m bathing or changing clothes from now on.”
Cui Si spoke uncomfortably, Bonnie nodded and pulled down her face veil and beca silent.
However, when both of them got to the edge of the camp, both Cui Si and Bonnie looked up simultaneously at the black night outside the camp, a peculiar aura approached through the night.
Three majestic horses in crimson battle armor erged from the night, carrying their respective heavily armored Knights, approaching here at a speed that was almost like flying.
“Scout knights from the Blood Alliance Clan?”
Cui Si squinted her eyes, they ca half a day later than expected.
However, little Murphy’s side still hasn’t wrapped up, she must stall them!
“Blood race up ahead, state your na!”
Cui Si raised her hand and threw out a psychic spell dense as a net, blocking the path of the war horses.
The three knights were clearly skilled, managing to slow down their horses experiencedly in an instant, and responded in the roar of their powerful war horses, prancing on their back legs:
“Scout pioneers of the Blood Covenant Knight Order, three in total!
Who might you be?”
“Forr Elder of the Blood Vulture Clan, Cui Si!”
With her terse reply, the other side erupted in surprise:
“Lady Cui Si?
Haven’t you been dead for over a hundred years already?
Every year, on the day of our lord’s acquaintance with you, he brings roses to your tomb…”
“What?”
Cui Si widened her eyes.
She quickly rembered so uncomfortable mories, then asked in a subtle tone:
“To which Knight Lord do you pledge your service?”
“First Lord, Palano· ge Erqi · cardadosia!”
The scout replied proudly:
“Nicknad ‘Blade of Dignity’, Lady Cui Si, our Lord is currently at Klim fortress, making conversation with the commander of the Winter Wolves legion.
He will arrive at Cardman City in two days, I believe he would be delighted to see you.”
“He’s ntioned many tis that you are the muse in his heart…”
“It’s that crazy fellow rReally!
But where is the original First Lord, my good friend Lily·Hugo·Bartoli?
Why has her forr deputy beca a knight lord?
Also, there’s already enough crazy vampires in Cardman City.
Could he please not co here.”
“Uhm, Lord Lily fell during the last Black Disaster, then knight Palano took over her banner and troops under the appointnt of Lord Pa Ying.”
The scout knight reported:
“Furthermore, I must plead for my lord a bit, although he seems promiscuous, in reality he’s actually a…”
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