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Life in the castle is weird and peaceful.

In this big family, apart from Leon Rinaldo and Gale, there are only three servants with a very low sense of presence. Nan Nian does not see them very often on weekdays.

All in all, for Nan Nian, the biggest difference here is that the work and rest are different from humans.

"Squeak-"

One day, Nan Nian opened the basement door.

It has been ten days since I came to the castle, and this is the first time Nan Nian has set foot here.

It's a little different than imagined.

It's not dark, cramped, and bloody, but it's surprisingly clean.

The corner staircase, the long and narrow corridor, and the magnificent decoration are exactly the same as those on the castle.

"It's really two words that are being spoken from top to bottom, inside and out..." Nan Nian muttered softly.

Taotie continued, "Which two words?"

Nan Nian: "I have money."

Taotie: "..."

...such a simple and direct description.

Nan Nian and Taotie chatted one after another, and suddenly, her steps stopped.

The horizons become wider.

She saw a dozen cages made of gold.

Some cages were empty, while others contained three or five people.

Nan Nian counted in his mind, there were almost fourteen or five people.

They are... blood slaves.

The people in the cage were frightened at first when they saw Nan Nian's figure. Gradually, they realized that the person in front of them was not a vampire.

She is human!

Their expressions became excited.

"Help……"

"We were locked up."

"Save us...!"

"..."

Nan Nian just stood there, neither moving forward nor leaving.

Sudden.

The noise stopped.

It's like being hit on the pause button.

All the people in the cage became frightened.

Their eyes were instantly filled with fear.

"You're not surprised at all."

The cool breath approached him, and Nan Nian knew who was coming without looking back.

Leon Rinardo stood behind Nan Nian. He was a head taller than her, and he could see everything in front of her effortlessly.

"Let me guess, how do you plan to send the message to Nan Shaoqiu?"

Nan Nian slowly turned around, looked at Leon Rinaldo, and asked, "Why should I send him a message?"

The latter was taken aback.

I heard Nan Nian's voice continue to sound, "Before I stepped into this castle, I never knew that my father had another identity, let alone that there was another race in this world."

"I don't know anything, how could anyone ask me to spread the news?"

Leon Rinaldo listened with doubt on his face, "From the first time I met you to now, you don't act like a little white rabbit who doesn't know anything."

The main reason is that from the beginning to now, Nan Nian's performance is too calm.

It's really hard to believe that she doesn't know anything about what's going on right now.

Nan Nian blinked.

She does know, but the original owner is really a little white rabbit who doesn't know anything!

and so--

"I guessed it!"

"Well, am I smart?"

Leon Rinardo was amused by Nan Nian.

She really doesn't have the consciousness that a human being should have in front of vampires.

The two walked out of the basement side by side.

"Actually, even if I want to convey any news, it's all in vain." Nan Nian said suddenly.

Leon Rinaldo's footsteps stopped.

"You don't have any information worth getting here, do you?"

This castle belongs to Leon Rinaldo.

Through the few days of getting along with each other, Nan Nian could feel that he was not interested or concerned about things between vampires and humans.

If Nan Nian is the buffer of peace between vampires and humans.

Then Leon Rinaldo seems to be a figure who is free from the conflict between the two clans.

But his identity is the son of the ruler of the blood clan.

Very contradictory identities and attitudes.

Leon Rinaldo's eyes darkened significantly.

"You are a smart human being."

Her sensitivity is indeed surprising.

"Now, I kind of believe that you might have really been a rabbit before." However, it was definitely not white.

Nan Nian listened and waved his hand, noncommittal.

……