It was a carriage for transporting things. The carriage was filled with firewood, which was as high as a mountain, and it was two meters long. It should have been sent to the city.

Seeing the sturdy horses, they were all taking difficult steps step by step. It seemed that it was difficult for the coachman to take them along for free.

Xining asked softly: "Do you have money?"

Dracula's lips curled inadvertently: "I don't have the habit of bringing money with me."

What do you do with money? He doesn’t have to eat or drink except blood. He lives in the valley all the time and needs to use flying back and forth.

"Okay!" Xining rolled her eyes helplessly: "I'll find a way."

Just say that I encountered a robber on the road, and asked the coachman to take half of the wood on the car, which was considered to be what she bought. When I arrived in the city, I could ask my sister for money. Well, that's it!

The car slowly approached, less than ten meters away, and you could clearly see the dark-looking coachman wearing a felt hat.

Dracula whispered: "Stand here and wait for me."

Well, what does it mean?

Before he could react, Dracula, who was standing beside him, disappeared suddenly, and a gust of wind was raised. Almost at the same time, the groom driving a carriage disappeared.

The speed is so fast. In the blink of an eye, I can only see the figures vaguely passing by... Leaving her in a messy wind that has not yet subsided.

After thinking about all the steps and details, what should I say, even the slightly pitiful smile is ready, and then I will pinch it out and turn into a penniless noble girl who has been robbed by a robber, asking for help.

Take a deep breath and stay steady!

Dracula came back soon, and went to the carriage to untied the horse. There was too much firewood on the carriage, and I really don’t know how to pile it up. Is it standing on the roof of the second floor building to pile up firewood. Even the wheels were pressed into the soil, forming two deep gullies that extended all the way.

She walked over and looked: "This horse is a cargo ship. Are you going to ride to the city?"

The horses transporting goods are different from those riding. They are low-shaped, thick-limbed, slow-speed, but strong strength and strong endurance. Such horses are as strong as cows and walk as slowly as cows. Some people ride the cows to the field, but no one rides the horses transporting goods.

The horse was untied and spewed out a stream of air like a human nature, shaking its head, as if it was relaxed and relieved.

Dracula turned around, circled her waist with her hands left and right, and looked down at her.

She raised her head and looked at Dracula. She blinked her eyes. What did this guy want to do?

Dracula said gently and gracefully: "We rode to the city." Then he gently held her hands and put her on the horse's back easily.

She sat sideways on the horse's back, and Dracula sat behind her. There was not even a saddle or a reins. Fortunately, the horse walked slowly, and Dracula held the mane on the horse's neck as a reins.

A little uneasy: "Is it important to have no reins and saddle?"

Dracula was calm: "At the beginning, there were no saddles, so he rode to war."

So that's how it is. No wonder Dracula sat on the horse, just as steadily as she sat on a bench, and her back was very straight and straight. You can tell at a glance that there was a lot of time on the horse's back.

Xining remembered something again: "Did that coachman be your snack?"

"I was injured a little just now and kept holding on." Dracula responded calmly: "It's better than being a snack."

Xining turned her head and raised her eyebrows. It was indeed so, and she was powerless to refute!

In this way, the horse slowly walked slowly and strolled in the garden.

Xining remembered something again: "Should we take a detour?"

After thinking, Dracula pulled down his mane, turned the horse's head in a direction, and walked towards another path.

Not bad, very smart. If you are an ordinary person, you must ask why you have to take a detour, and Dracula understood as soon as he thought about it. Versace would definitely chase after him on a horse and follow this road and catch up with them all the way.

Versace's power is not as strong as Dracula, but he is full of all kinds of equipment to deal with vampires, and the water in the kettle is all holy water from the church headquarters. When no one is there, Versace may use her as a weapon to deal with Dracula. Even if Dracula can give up on her, he will hesitate.

Sometimes, one second, or even 0.1 second, will make the winner and lose.

So the best way is to take a detour and avoid Versace. When you go to a crowded place, if Dracula takes humans as a shield and Versace shoots or beats people to death, the angry crowd still doesn't know what to do.

I walked for three hours, but fortunately there was no sun today, and most of this place was cloudy. If there was a sun, it would be a tough road.

Xining was drowsy on the horse's back, but she didn't dare to sleep. Where should she lean on her back? On Dracula's chest or his arms?

You can't let your body master become a vampire. Even if she wants to become a vampire, she will decide for herself when she comes back.

Finally, I was almost here to the town, but when I saw the flags I set up did not look like the town where my elder sister lived!

In every town, the city-state will hang the local flags of the nobles. Each noble's clan emblem is different, and the colors of the flags are also different. I remember that the town where my elder sister lives has a black background and a red flag. Although the patterns in this place cannot be seen clearly, the high-rise flags are red and green, and it is obvious that they are not the same town.

Dracula must be afraid that he might encounter Versace regardless of the road or the road. After all, there are two roads leading to the town there, and the proportion of encounters is 50%. Dracula is not sure about killing Versace, so he doesn't want to take risks.

Seeing that the town that was getting closer and closer in front of me had already arrived here, it was impossible to go back.

Xining was helpless: "Dear Count, we have no money, we only have one horse, and it shouldn't be worth much money if sold."

Dracula was still very calm, as if his emotions had been so stable, with almost no ups and downs: "If a person dies, he doesn't need money."

I understand in seconds, and the money is taken away as dinner.

She couldn't help laughing: "Be a robber?"

Dracula was silent for a while, not sure whether to think or what, but after a while, he replied: "It's already done."

How did the horse come from?

I really admire Dracula. My speech was a bit jumpy, but it was quite interesting to me to reminisce.

No wonder vampires are generally quite rich, but they don’t know how to make money. They can be robbers, kill people and robbers, and get the dinner done by the way.

Finally, I arrived at the town at Sunset Pass.

At the gate of the city were several knights wearing close-fitting chain mail vests and swords tied to their waist belts. Knights, such romantic and nice names. In fact, the knights of this period were not so gentlemanly. Not to mention being tolerant of women, it was already good to throw them away without taking them back and taking them to sleep.

There was a relatively arrogant knight who had his subordinates who liked a widowed little nobleman. He rode his men and rode his horse to attack the castle where he lived, and forced him to marry.
Chapter completed!