Chapter 1393: Chapter 120: Another Farm
He openly met Meila’s gaze, and after several breaths, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly took out a water bottle, “Drink some water first, you seem to show symptoms of dehydration.”
Meila did not refuse, as she indeed needed it.
David’s words stirred something in her heart, but they did not make Meila pletely drop her guard. Because she had seen before that when someone skillfully uses lies, they can continue lying all the way to death.
She did not easily believe David’s words, even though he returned alone under dangerous circumstances, making his words seem sincere—perhaps, a few hours ago, she might have been deeply moved by these words?
That man was the same, speaking many, many pleasant words.
“By the way, where’s Martin?” Seeing that Meila was no longer as indifferent as before, David asked, “I remember you escaped together with him, so why are you the only one here now?”
David wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that in that instant, Meila seemed to turn much colder… the feeling she gave was suddenly as cold as an ice block.
“That person is gone.”
And her response seemed devoid of emotion.
Gone meant dead, naturally.
David knew Meila and Martin were both from this Farm, and later successfully escaped to bee part of the Revolutionary Army, with their relationship always being good… probably Martin’s death dealt her a heavy blow. Is that why her temperament changed?
Or, perhaps, because she gained power.
He wanted to find the source of Meila’s power from her… perhaps he could take it—just like taking an extra dagger from that merchant.
You see, isn’t this very simple? As long as you do it quietly and slowly, no one notices when you do something bad.
——So, what’s the secret of your power?
David quietly observed everything about Meila.
At this moment, Meila put down the water bottle, and after resting for a while, she regained some strength… She covered half of her face with the hood and stood up against the wall, “Bloodsuckers are still pursuing me, I can’t hide here forever.”
“What are you planning to do?” David nodded and asked.
Meila remained silent, she had no plan, after acquiring the power of vengeance, she only thought about how to kill the bloodsucker.
She hadn’t even thought about leaving this place.
But facts proved that her stamina was insufficient to sustain her continuously—if she wants to continue her vengeance, she needs to learn how to adjust.
Adjust the power of the black flame, adjust its devouring needs… and gain more bat experience—to fully utilize the ability of the black flame.
“Meila, let’s meet with the others at the Breeding Farm, when daybreaks we’ll retreat directly.” Seeing Meila’s silence, David directly suggested, “This mission has failed, we need to return to the base immediately!”
“But…” Meila frowned, “Did you say you still need to find the other two panions.”
David sighed deeply, showing a pained expression… He lowered his head, reaching out to grip his shoulder, pierced by the bloodsucker’s claws—holding his wound tightly with great force.
The cloth wrapped around his wound suddenly oozed some blood, David said bitterly, “It’s my inpetence… Ah Lai and…”
He looked up, took a deep breath, slowly said, “Enough about this… let’s leave here quickly. Even if they’re sacrificed here, I must take their souls with me no matter what.”
Meila looked at the two necklaces wrapped around David’s wrist… This was something all Revolutionary Army rades wore. If they died without burial, at least this symbol must be taken away.
Take away his soul.
Children living on the Farm have never lived in the real world, and they learned this approach, rumored to be mon during wartime… it’s quite prevalent within the Revolutionary Army.
Meila herself wore a similar symbol.
Seeing David’s grief-stricken expression, Meila’s furrowed brows slightly relaxed, her tone indifferent as she looked at David, “In that case, don’t die so easily.”
David looked at her, smiled slightly, “And so should you.”
This smile was truly beautiful, for a moment Meila was lost in thought. This person… would he remain this steadfast when faced with such situations?
Meila didn’t know why she suddenly had this thought, she only turned away slightly under David’s somewhat puzzled gaze, calmly said, “Let’s talk after leaving here. If I remember correctly, ahead there should be a sewer passage leading to the Breeding Farm.”
“Sewer passage?” David was slightly taken aback.
Meila quickly replied, “When I lived here before, my Persona was rather mischievous. Once, out of curiosity, I secretly ventured into the sewer… The sewer can lead directly to the Breeding Farm.”
She paused, self-deprecatingly, “Didn’t expect that the persona set by the aristocrats, instead made me discover the truth of the Farm… Probably, those high aristocrats never realized this.”
Suddenly David said, “I heard from the Leader, many of our rades who became Revolutionary Army before us planned their escape because they inadvertently discovered these truths… but some chose to stay after finding out.”
Meila frowned, “You mean those mysterious supporters who continue to stay in various farms, identity unknown?”
David nodded, then said seriously, “Meila, have you thought about why this operation failed so thoroughly? Our people were pletely exposed, captured, not a single one escaped…”
Meila said, “You’re saying we were betrayed by the supporters here?”
David nodded, “But we don’t know who the traitor is exactly… Meila, since you were born in this Farm, who do you think might be the supporter who betrayed us?”
“Bazby…” she suddenly murmured the name.
However, David could not hear clearly, subconsciously asked, “What did you say?”
Meila shook her head—then suddenly, she pushed David away, raised her hand to point!
A small flame shot out, instantly igniting a giant wolfhound, which began struggling in pain within the black flame until it turned to ashes.
“It’s the blood wolfhound raised by the aristocrats…” David’s face turned solemn immediately.
To pursue us, these bloodsuckers spared no effort… Just, is this black flame the power Meila obtained?
“This way.”
After killing the blood wolfhound, Meila hesitated not a moment, sped up her steps… the flame, having burned the wolfhound, temporarily replenished its power, calming down slightly.
Night…perhaps dawn is nearing.
On the rooftop of a large house not far away, a pair of eyes silently gazes at these two figures moving quietly within the town…Luo Qiu.
“Two people who have already lost their hearts have finally met.”
After these two figures disappeared within the normal field of vision, Boss Luo slowly took a few steps back, his figure gradually fading.
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Soon, Bazby led Mina into a nearby house…here, a small theater that usually serves as a place for “Crop” activities.
In the theater’s lounge, the girl Mina handed over what she had been holding tightly in her hand to Bazby.
“This is…” Bazby hesitated, looking at the item in Mina’s hand, confused.
This is a scroll of beast hide notes…Bazby knew what this was—it was clearly the item those three mysterious people found in the Lost Rift.
And it was the second diary.
“Brother, did you forget? Mina really struggled to snatch it from their hands!” She hugged Bazby’s waist, looking up at him, “Mina almost got exposed! But at least it’s in hand now, so no one will find out brother’s identity!”
“Mina…” Bazby lowered his head, hugging the girl’s body tightly, taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair mixed with her body fragrance, “You’ve worked hard.”
Fangs slowly emerged from between his lips.
He heard the girl’s whisper, “Brother, are you hungry? Mina is ready!”
Ah…really, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Bazby slowly closed his eyes, allowing some instinctual force to drive his body…feeling the sensation of fangs piercing the skin, he gradually lost himself in a massive whirlpool.
Clang…The Clan Authority in his hand suddenly dropped from his palm.
After a long while…the girl tidied up her collar, then snuggled into Bazby’s arms like a well-behaved kitten, naively asking, “Brother, will you always be with Mina?”
“I will.”
He appeared like a lost soul, his eyes hollow…gradually regaining color—Bazby took a deep breath, helping the girl to stand.
“Mina, stay here, don’t go anywhere.” Bazby swiftly said: “I’ll go deal with that assassin first, then return to find you…The assassin’s target is only the bloodsucker; she probably doesn’t intend to harm the children here, so you should be safe.”
The girl obediently fastened the button on Bazby’s collar, “Mina will wait here for brother to return! Be careful on the road!”
Bazby nodded, handing the second diary over to Mina, “You help me keep it safe…until I return.”
The girl gently sent this bloodsucker out of the lounge, then lay back on the sofa in the lounge…She raised the second diary with both hands, slowly opened it, and started reading.
Every now and then, the girl would giggle, seeming very happy.
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The Cloak of Invisibility, Boots of Speed…besides these, Ann also retrieved a pair of gloves from the ring, named the Gloves of Strength.
Oh, she suddenly felt like a hero capable of slaying dragons…Hmm, from which storybook did she read about dragon-slaying?
She’s a person who loves to daydream—even while doing something dangerous, she couldn’t stop this obviously bad habit.
But what could be done?
After all, this was the Persona crafted for her from birth—Delusional Teen Syndrome.
Who knows what Delusional Teen Syndrome is? But she does know what daydreaming is…Anyway, before she became an adult, she was told that as long as she liked to daydream, she could daydream every day.
Of course, she used to say many things that now seem incredibly shameful—in front of her panions.
“Really full of black history?”
Ann shook her head in self-mockery…After all, the mysterious traveling merchant’s items were still very reliable—at least, she had successfully entered the Breeding Farm, using what she wore, without alerting the bloodsuckers at each checkpoint along the way.
Ann even mischievously mixed her saliva into the breakfast of a bloodsucker she encountered on the road.
…In the end, she safely entered the Breeding Farm.
In truth, Ann didn’t know much about the Breeding Farm…Those adults among the Ancients’ descendants working on the Farm were mostly forbidden from entering this place.
But this didn’t mean Ann was unaware of some things in the Breeding Farm…just like to prevent them from forming rebellious ideas, they were arranged to watch the execution of captured Revolutionary Army members, to ensure their loyalty, they would also be shown the situation of their kind in the Breeding Farm.
But Ann felt what she saw before was not even half of the true scenario in the Breeding Farm.
She was now in a large house…a cold, frigid house.
Rows of women, at this moment, bound to chairs…their clothing had long been stripped, and they bore milking devices on their bodies.
The women’s eyes were blindfolded, entirely unable to move…Perhaps it had been a long time since they had cleansed their bodies, and the whole room was filled with the stench of sweat.
Yet, the sweet milk kept being extracted, accumulating through pipes…She recalled the food for newborns she used to receive daily from those specially paired with fresh milk…Suddenly, her stomach churned, and she dry-heaved.
Ann’s legs trembled as she walked between these women, looking at their withered bodies.
Suddenly, as if provoked by something, she rushed to one of the women, reaching out to remove the covering from her head.
Hollowed, sunken, skin and bones…What kind of despairing gaze was this?
She immediately collapsed in front of the woman’s gaze.
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