In medieval Europe, a woman had no right to inherit property. Even if she had a wealthy father, if she had no brothers, the money could only be inherited by other male relatives in the family.

Maybe the heir selected by the lawyer was still in the tavern a moment ago, worrying about where to have his next meal. As long as he is a man, he will have the opportunity to become a rich and status nobleman all of a sudden.

People who get rich overnight are usually squanderers. Anyway, this natural wealth was picked up for free. They spend a lot of money on silks, spices, women, fine wines, BMWs, castles, and the like, without any self-control, daughter.

I could only watch as everything my father had worked so hard for was lost in the prodigal son's squandering.

People who are born losers will either die a violent death after living in extreme luxury for a period of time, or they will eventually fall into poverty and fall back into the quagmire.

People who come from the quagmire may not necessarily like the lifestyle of wallowing in the mud like pigs. Some people will try their best to break free from the shackles of the quagmire.

Nobility is not elegant for the sake of elegance. Etiquette is like a mask in a masquerade, covering the true face behind the mask.

It is difficult for people who have tasted the luxury and luxury of the upper class to return to the common people again, let alone a remote place like Trembling Town.

Dylan Ernest sat on the bonnet of his car, smoking and looking at the colorful lights of the town. Even the most prosperous place in the town was not as good as the suburbs of London.

Not only are the people here boring, but so are the bars. The macaroni and ketchup bought in the supermarket is his dinner. He doesn’t want to go to those places where lumberjacks gather to eat. The smoke from the exhaust pipe makes him cough.

, sometimes he couldn't help but want to use the pipe in the trunk to roll up the car window and just stay awake.

"I hate this place." Dylan said calmly and painfully.

His mother was involved in a Ponzi scheme, and almost everything she once owned was defrauded. The scammer had no intention of paying back the money from the beginning, and even if he killed those who believed in him, it would be impossible to get the money back.

In order to avoid creditors and with their little savings left, they had no choice but to move to a place like Scotland. His parents quarreled every day, and their marriage probably wouldn't last long.

Dylan's life is like a car speeding downhill into the dark. No matter how hard he applies the brakes, it is impossible to stop him. He has always looked down on the pretentious classmates in private schools, but before the accident at his family, they could at least maintain a superficial appearance.

With a polite smile, the eyes they looked at him now were full of contempt for a low-class person. How did they know that their parents would not be involved in the scam like him?

"Oh my God... I'm not what you wanted me to be, so you're disappointed, right?" A girl walked towards him while talking on the phone. "I'm tired of becoming what you want me to be.

Got it!"

The woman on the other end of the phone was yelling too, and Dylan could hear her voice from so far away.

"Everything I do is wrong for you. Have you ever noticed that you are suffocating me? Everything you ask me to do makes me feel less like myself and more like Daisy Loren."

That cow!”

After yelling these words, the girl wearing a leather jacket and smoky makeup hung up the phone. She followed Dylan's example and sat on the hood, took it directly from his hand and put it in a paper bag.

of wine and took a big sip.

Anna Wood was not actually very beautiful, but she had a dark temperament similar to Dylan, which he found extremely interesting.

If her father hadn't disappeared, maybe she would have been wearing sweet makeup like the other girls in sweaters and plaid skirts in town, scrambling to date him with various lame excuses such as reading together or attending parties, hoping to get through.

His innocent smile made him dizzy, and then he took him everywhere to show off to others like a trophy.

But Anna was different from others. Dylan kissed her after she put down the bottle. The sound of sucking replaced the conversation, and soon they were kissing inseparably.

On the first day they met, Anna took Dylan to the storage room where sports equipment was stacked. Of course, they still communicated normally as friends in the classroom.

She wanted to leave this town, and so did Dylan. As for where to go, neither of them had thought about it. Anyway, their lives couldn't get any darker.

Gothic culture is full of themes such as death, darkness, gloom, witchcraft, late night, curses, fear, loneliness, and mystery. It was born in the dark Middle Ages and is full of desperate struggles everywhere.

Many famous churches were built in the Middle Ages, with towering spiers everywhere and as sharp as swords.

What's playing on Dylan's car stereo now is gothic rock, full of death and emptiness.

Gothic text is famous for its thinness, Xichang, weirdness and gorgeousness. It is often used in scripture copying, ancient book covers and tattoos. It is found on Dylan and Anna. The Latin phrase "non omnis moriar" translates to "I don't".

They will all die.

"The door to heaven has been closed." Anna said to Dylan with a smile after ending the long kiss.

"How about going to hell?" Dylan said to her with a smile.

"This time I want to go to a different hell." Anna stroked the tattoo on Dylan's pale skin. "Have you heard of werewolves?"

"certainly."

"No, not the kind of werewolf in fairy tales." Anna stared into Dylan's eyes and said, "You know my dad is missing, right?"

"I heard other girls mention that he couldn't stand your mother, so he left her."

"That's what the police told others. My father disappeared in this forest." Anna motioned to Dylan to turn around. "The dark forest is not a suitable forest for camping. Two tourists disappeared in the forest last summer. London

The police called themselves Scotland Yard, and they searched for the missing person for two months without finding the missing person."

"You want to say they were attacked by werewolves?" Dylan scoffed.

"Of course." Anna turned back coldly, "Where do you think this is? This is Scotland. There was blood everywhere inside and outside the tent at that time. The amount of blood alone could tell that they had no chance of survival."

Dylan looked at Anna silently. She was wearing black lipstick. When she stared at him with evil eyes, there was a dark magic, like a witch.

"What do you want to do?"

"Have you ever fired a gun?" Anna put down the guitar case on her back, unzipped it, and opened the buckle. There were two shotguns inside.

"What's that?" Dylan said, pointing to a wooden box next to the shotgun.

"Silver bullet." Anna sneered and said, "Do you dare to hunt werewolves with me? A boy from the city?"

"You're crazy," Dylan said in disgust.

"esto quo audes, do you know what this sentence means?" Anna picked up one of the shotguns and loaded it skillfully. The sound of the barrel sliding sounded harsh and beautiful. "I have a cousin who is a wizard.

I study in the wizard school behind this forest, and they all use Latin in class."

"Your cousin is a wizard?" Dylan shouted in disbelief.

"I'm different from you. A boy from the city. You came to Trembling Town to avoid your responsibilities, but I'm here to fulfill my responsibilities." Anna threw one of the shotguns to Dylan. "By the way, I'm telling you.

, Trembling Town was originally called Troll Town, and trolls often appear in this forest."

Dylan was speechless, as if he had lost the ability to express himself verbally.

"Let's go!" Anna said to him.

"Are you drunk?" Dylan said tremblingly.

"I'm very sober. It seems you're the one who's not sober." Anna looked Dylan up and down. "You don't look so handsome now."

"Oh my God!" Dylan stood up excitedly. "You thought you were hunting me all this time?"

"Otherwise, what do you think? I really fell in love with you?" Anna smiled and shook her head, "Dylan... I really didn't expect you to be so cute."

Dylan looked up to the sky and sighed, "I'm just like that reindeer head, being visited, right?"

"I am taking care of you, otherwise do you think someone from the rugby team who is so arrogant like you will not stuff you into the toilet? This is not London, there are no Catholic schools, and God will not come here to save your soul. Hell is

What really exists is right behind us. When you have nothing, what else do you have to care about? Do you dare to follow me?"

"What responsibility are you here to fulfill? Your father is also hunting werewolves?" Dylan turned off the car with the electronic car key. After thinking about it, he took his cold macaroni and put it into Anna's guitar case.

"No, I'm here to fulfill my duty of revenge." Anna patted Dylan's chest and "call me the goddess of revenge from now on."

Dylan looked at Anna's back and laughed out loud. He suddenly felt that coming to this remote country was not so boring.
Chapter completed!