Yuqiongyin

"What is your identity in the human world?"

Sylvaly tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lucas; she seemed to be very interested in this human.

After hearing Sylvaria's question, Lucas slowly put down the book in his hand and looked up at her.

His expression seemed very serious and earnest, as if he was thinking about how to answer this question before he said, "Before I came here, I was just a slave."

His voice was calm and low, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, but it made people feel a deep helplessness and sadness.

After hearing what Lucas said, Sylvaly's eyes flashed with surprise. She could never have imagined that this human who looked so dignified and elegant was actually a slave.

But she quickly regained her composure, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she asked casually: "Oh? Then why did you become a slave?"

It was boring in the carriage, so it wouldn't hurt to hear the story behind Lucas. After all, it's not easy for a person to go from a slave to what he is today.

Since he woke up, Lucas' every move seemed so natural and elegant. This was obviously not the temperament and demeanor that an ordinary slave could possess.

His words and deeds seemed to be the result of careful training by royal aristocrats since childhood, which was almost impossible for a slave to achieve.

Therefore, Sylvaria couldn't help but become a little interested in Lucas's past life.

Facing Sylvaria's question, Lucas frowned slightly, as if recalling a past event that he couldn't bear to recall.

Then he sighed softly and answered in a low and helpless voice: "Because my family was wiped out by the king, I escaped but was forced to become a slave."

There was a hint of pain and sadness in his eyes, but more of it was tenacity and indomitable spirit.

Sylvalia listened to Lucas's story quietly, her eyes always fixed on him.

When he finished his last sentence, she asked calmly, "So, do you hate me? Or are you being so docile for some other reason, trying to get something from me?"

Facing Sylvaly's doubts, Lucas shook his head firmly, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, but now I am satisfied."

His voice was gentle and sincere, without any falsehood or flattery.

However, Sylvalea felt somewhat disappointed and uninterested by his answer.

If she had suffered such torture, she would never be able to let it go and would have to find an opportunity to take revenge.

But Lucas in front of her seemed to have no resentment at all, which made her feel confused and puzzled.

"Power, wealth or eternal life, I can give you whatever you want. Tell me, what do you want?" Her tone was filled with curiosity, and she was also looking forward to his answer.

However, Lucas did not answer her question right away.

His eyes fell on the book in his hand, as if he was recalling something, and then he spoke solemnly.

"Your Majesty, I once had power and wealth, and I also experienced the pain of losing them. Now, I only hope to live a peaceful and simple life. Being by your side is enough. As for immortality, this is not what I pursue."

Sylvalea listened to Lucas' words quietly, but she didn't completely agree with him in her heart.

To her, power and wealth mean owning everything, enjoying supreme joy and happiness, and solving most problems.

Lucas raised his head, stared at Sylvaria, and continued, "Your Majesty, I understand that vampires have eternal lifespans. However, please believe me, even if you have endless years, your life is still full of countless changes and challenges. You cannot rely solely on these to solve all problems."

Sylva Ria nodded slightly to show her understanding. She responded softly, "Thank you for your concern, but if you can't live forever, how can you stay by my side forever?"

"But at least not now." Lucas shook his head.

"Come to me when you have made up your mind."

*

Before she fell asleep, Sylvaria was a duke in the human world.

Duke is one of the highest noble titles in the human world and possesses the highest status and power in the aristocratic system.

When she fell asleep, her noble title followed the hereditary system of the human world, and the elders of the family would select a suitable person to pretend to be her descendant to inherit the title.

In this era, human society has entered a relatively stable and prosperous stage. However, it is not easy to keep the title of nobility.

However, the state encouraged civilians to improve their social status by investing money to purchase official positions. This was still feasible for some people with strength and wealth, and this practice gradually became a common phenomenon.

The Eskarot family is such a family with great power and wealth.

They have always controlled the country's underground business lifeline, and both legal and illegal trade activities have allowed them to accumulate huge wealth.

This economic strength gives them enormous influence in the political and social spheres, and no one can easily shake their position.

Sylva Ria, who had just awakened after a hundred years of sleep, came to the human world as the granddaughter of the current Duke of El.

Although no one knew why she came to the human world after waking up, Duke El was on high alert.

Upon learning that the Duke's granddaughter, who had been away for a long time, had returned, the servants of the castle made preparations early and stood outside the castle waiting for her arrival, even though they received the news in the middle of the night.

A luxurious carriage pulled by four horses slowly approached. The body of the carriage was inlaid with dazzling gems and golden decorations, and the emblem representing the identity of the Escalot family shone brightly.

This carriage was the one that belonged to the Duke of Air, and its arrival attracted people's attention.

The maids standing at the castle gate raised their heads and stared at the gorgeous carriage curiously.

They were looking forward to seeing the true face of this mysterious granddaughter of the Duke, and their hearts were filled with all kinds of speculations and expectations.

Duke Al himself is a handsome and elegant man. Even though he is in his fifties or sixties, he still has an upright posture. He has a pair of deep and charming eyes and black and shiny hair, but he looks only in his thirties.

His smile is as warm as the spring breeze, making people feel friendly and at ease. Everyone in the castle likes him very much.

Therefore, everyone had high expectations for the Duke of El's granddaughter, believing that she must have inherited the excellent genes of the Escarlot family.