Chapter 521 Silver Dragon Girl: Do you want to die if you touch my people?!
Cerela took a deep breath.
Cerela rose high into the sky.
Cerela let out a terrifying roar.
In Gretel's mind, these three sentences were the only things that were going back and forth at the moment.
Serira walked step by step, without a smile on her face, staring at the young vampire. The first step, the second step, and when she took the third step, her silver-blue eyes, which were always smiling, had suddenly changed.
Became pure silver vertical pupils!
Cerela was very unhappy.
Very unhappy.
Ever since these guys with nasty smells arrived, Gretel had been with them day and night. He didn't care about the patients, didn't perform operations, and didn't practice magic. He was stuck in the laboratory, every day and night, smelling of blood.
Forget it, after all, Grete is really doing something very important. Once this research is successful, it can save many people. But just now she heard that the guest with a nasty smell wanted to drink little Jenny's blood!
Little Jenny is the head nurse under her! She is her people! Do you want to die if you attack her people?!
Don’t even think about it!
When she took one step forward, Viscount Sebesh would take one step back; if she took two steps forward, the Viscount would take two steps back. When she took the third step back, she tripped over a chair and fell to the ground with a thump, then bounced up in a panic:
"I didn't do anything! I just thought about it! I won't think about it anymore! I'm leaving!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped backwards. Facing Serira, with his back to the courtyard outside the hospital building, he jumped out through the large open window in the middle of the night. Cerira raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to pursue, Gray
Te quickly stretched out his hand to stop him:
"Cerilla! He is a diplomatic envoy!"
The silver dragon girl stopped in frustration. She stared at the figure of the vampire until he disappeared far away into the night, and then turned to Gretel with an unhappy face.
Although he didn't say anything, the clouds gathering on his delicate face could already summon lightning and thunder.
Grete quickly reassured:
"Don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future. When the mission came, we had already agreed that the vampires are not allowed to hunt, suck the blood of the people of the kingdom, or purchase the people of the kingdom in the Kingdom of Kent. I have already refused.
He will never hurt little Jenny."
"snort!"
"And the Blood Tribe is an ally of the Council. They provide pressure in another direction to contain the Glorious Cult. You also hate those guys, don't you?"
Cerela snorted in annoyance. She turned to the end of the corridor:
"Jenny, Jenny! Who asked you to bring tea? It's so late, you should be sleeping in bed!"
At the other end of the corridor, two heads popped out at the same time. Little Jenny and her mother, the maid Lola, stood out cautiously. Lola, the former washerwoman and now the villa maid, rubbed the edge of her apron with rough hands and answered uneasily.
:
"I asked her to go... Miss, Mr. Master, Jenny is so young and can't do much work. If she wants to be the head nurse, she should be more diligent... When sir, when entertaining guests, there should at least be someone who brings tea and water.
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"Just for this?"
"Really, just for this!"
Laura nodded. Grete sighed and said seriously:
"Among these nurses, Jenny is the only one who can read and write. Now that she has this job, she should do it well. As long as she is qualified, I will not treat her badly."
Laura agreed, took her daughter in hand, and quickly backed away. But little Jenny suddenly shook her mother's hand and said loudly:
"gentlemen!"
"What?"
"Where we used to be a washerwoman, there was a female worker and her son, a very beautiful little brother. It was said that he was taken back by a wealthy family. It is said that a noble mother said that I am also the daughter of a noble family..."
A maid and an illegitimate daughter of a noble family. Gretel nodded without surprise. So in this world where the literacy rate of civilians is extremely low, Laura can actually read and teach her daughter to read. He said seriously:
"so?"
"I don't want to be taken back! Even if someone comes to pick me up and really makes me a noble lady, I don't want to!" The little girl raised her chin and said with a firm face:
"Sir, I want to work hard at your place and make money to support myself and my mother!"
Gretel couldn't help but smile. He walked slowly to the girl, squatted down, and looked into her eyes:
"Then you work hard. When you grow up a little and have the qualifications to become a warrior, I will find a teacher for you; if you have the qualifications to learn magic, you can learn in my mage tower."
Little Jenny nodded vigorously. Grete smiled and rubbed her blond hair, stood up, and turned to Laura seriously:
"Pieces don't fall from the sky, and those who are picked up by others are not necessarily good things. If you can support yourself through your own work, don't rely on others."
Laura nodded carefully with a stiff face. Gretel yawned, turned and left. After he revealed his skill in blood transfusion, how many resources can Viscount Sebesh mobilize to help with research? How long will it take to get results?
Viscount Sebesh fled in a hurry and rushed back to the mission's residence. As soon as he arrived at his residence, he saw a young woman with light blond curly hair leaning on the corridor, holding a beautiful young man on her arm, smiling and ogling him:
"Sei Bei, how about my new blood slave?"
"Yuliya!" Viscount Sebesh stopped and frowned:
"Where did this little guy come from? Didn't we have an agreement with the parliament that we are not allowed to hunt or buy blood slaves in the Kingdom of Kent?"
"Oh~ I didn't buy it, it was a gift from someone else~ Stupid short-lived breeders always expect unrealistic things. In order to extend their life span, they are even willing to give us their own children..."
"...Don't cause trouble!"
Viscount Sebesh paused and quickly entered the room. The door creaked, and his new blood slave of half a year, Sister Teresa of Radiance, came over numbly, took the coat from his hand, and stretched out her wrist.
come to him.
Viscount Sebesh pushed it in annoyance. There was a pop, and the back of Teresa's smooth hand hit the wall, leaving a small red mark.
He was originally obsessed with the taste of the Sister of Radiance: the thin holy power flowing in his blood was just like the chili pepper he tasted when he was still alive. It could give a different kind of stimulation to the tip of his tongue. After drinking it once, he would never forget it again.
No.
For this reason, even if he traveled long distances, he would carry this blood slave with him and would not let her leave for a moment.
But tonight, the elf lady he saw at Grete's place grabbed all his attention.
No, you can’t drink her blood! Viscount Sebesh shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the feeling of infatuation out of his mind:
I can't stand the intensity of the energy in that blood! Just one sip, or even just one drop, will burn through my throat like highly concentrated holy water, and even burn me directly to ashes!
Moreover, the Nordmark mage and I are quite close... we can't hurt his friends...
Viscount Sebesh fell headlong into the coffin and tossed around. Rolling to the left and right, he jumped up suddenly:
"We still need to increase our strength quickly! We need to learn blood transfusion magic! I'd better go find the Marquis and ask him to help research blood testing magic!"
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