Chapter 962 Become a servant for you (39)
Princess Mia didn't know how much Prince Rusfan expected her to wake up and leave as soon as possible.
But she knows that she is already a different kind, a different kind that cannot be awakened.
She is very lost, and she is sleepy every day, and she has no energy.
In order to avoid the strange eyes cast by the vampires in the castle from time to time, she didn't want to go out more and more, she just wanted to hide in her attic with the door closed, like a complete shrinking turtle.
Mr. Delahera, as her blood servant, will naturally send her everything thoughtfully.
Then accompany her, quietly staring at her depression.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, like a cunning hunter, patiently waiting for his prey to take the bait.
one day…
Two days...
Three days...
A month has passed.
Finally on this day, Mia, who was lying by the window looking out, stood up all of a sudden, angrily.
"Draherah!"
"What's the matter? My dear master."
"...what is that method?"
She rested her hands on the window sill, her cheeks were slightly bulging, and she was extremely depressed.
Mr. Delahera hooked his lips slightly, lowered his eyebrows and replied calmly: "Master really wants to know?"
"...I just listen!" She said firmly.
Mr. Delahera's deep and treacherous eyes flashed a strange light.
"Master, in fact, Drahera thinks... this method is useful."
"What?" Mia turned to look at him.
Mr. Delahera quickly closed his eyes and smiled just right.
He said: "If the master really wants to know, then tonight, you need to go to a place with me."
His voice is gentle and gentlemanly, making people feel no discomfort at all.
It seems that he is really thinking about her, and is guiding her step by step.
"." Mia was suspicious, "Really?"
"Really. De La Hela will not lie to you."
“.”
Well, it doesn't hurt to go and have a look.
Simple Mia muttered in her heart.
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Late at night.
Withered branches and shadows, there are many shady scenes.
The castle was completely plunged into darkness, dead silent.
Only from time to time, the bat **** its wings and plops over the castle, like a night messenger.
The cold and narrow staircase extends spirally from top to bottom, like a bottomless pit with no end in sight.
The wind was blowing, and the thin air was as cold as an ice cellar, blowing in all directions, from the skin to the bone.
There are no lights, no living things, nothing here, and you can't see your fingers.
The girl standing slightly stiff at the entrance looked at the bottomless stairs that stretched all the way, she subconsciously shrank into the arms of the man beside her, and hugged him tightly in fear.
"Sir, what is this place? Why do you want to come here?"
She was wearing a pure soft white nightdress, her slender arms were exposed in the air, and she couldn't help shivering.
The frail body is like a lost rabbit, pitifully leaning against the man beside him, as if extraordinarily frightened.
The man gently hugged her and said, "Master, please don't be afraid. When we go down, you will know what this place is."
“.But, I’m cold.”
The girl felt aggrieved, as if she wanted to curl up in his arms.
(end of this chapter)