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In addition to the king's overall map of the palace, the steward should also have a copy.

The steward is a blood race that has lived for a long time.Although the grade is only B-level, but he is careful in doing things, and he is a retainer of the first king, and he still works for the palace.

His status is very high, even the king will give three points to the general manager.

The palace is not monitored.

The steward's room is locked.Wen Ling squatted down, studied the lock, and took out a thin wire from her body that she had just found.Fiddle with the lock a few times, and the lock will open.

He used to always forget his keys when he went out.I was too lazy to find a locksmith, so I taught myself how to pick a lock.It has not been opened for a long time, and the technology is quite unfamiliar.The quality of the locks at this time is still average, not as precise as that of the earth.

Wen Ling didn't open the door directly.

He squatted down, and sure enough, he found a piece of oil on the doorknob.If you press the doorknob directly, your fingerprints will inevitably be left on it.

The manager is on guard.

Wen Ling avoided the oil stain, put on white gloves on her hands, and opened the door.A small sheet of white paper fell from the doorknob.

Wen Ling discovered the mystery on the door sharply.This is the second organ.

The butler's bedroom was dark.The curtains were drawn low, and the room was very dark.What caught the eye was an exquisite mahogany coffin.There is also a black and white portrait on the wall - it looks like a posthumous photo.

Weird.

That coffin should be where the steward slept.The manager is an old-school blood race, and he can't see the young blood race abandoning the old customs and pursuing human fashion.

Of course, he wouldn't bring up the fact that the king also slept in the bed, so he just pretended it didn't exist.

However, Wen Ling felt that such a dark room with a bed was in line with his imagination of vampires.No other vampire could brighten up a room like Wang did.

Afraid of seeing lights in the house from the window, Wen Ling did not turn on the lights.He took out a candle from his body, lit it, and searched carefully.

There are many bookshelves in the room.I heard and read every book, but found nothing.Is the manager not here?

Wen Ling rested her chin to think, when she suddenly heard footsteps outside the house, she quickly blew out the candle and leaned against the wall.Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Apparently a servant from the palace passed by.

Pressing his hand against the wall, he touched the black and white portrait, and jumped up in shock.

The picture really frightened him a little.

Wen Ling bowed to the portrait and muttered, no wonder.The portrait is of a very handsome man.Wearing a vintage black dress with red eyes.His name is written in the lower right corner - Richard I.

He is the first king of the blood clan.Wen Ling felt that there was something strange about this painting.There is a bit of ink on the frame.But not the oil paints used for portraits.

He worshiped the portrait again, then took it down, and saw a map of the palace drawn in charcoal behind the portrait.

It turned out to be here——

Wen Ling has no intention of taking the portrait away.This is obviously the manager paying homage to the deceased.Take away the immorality.It's not rational either.If such a large painting was stolen, wouldn't it be possible to discover it immediately?He also couldn't carry it.

Wen Ling found the location of the dungeon marked in the portrait, and wrote down the route map.His memory is okay.

Hang the portrait back up again.Wen Ling slipped out of the room.All the furnishings in the room are arranged according to the original appearance.

Although there are restrictions in the palace, the little devil is not completely unable to grow.Wen Ling can feel that the little devil is getting bigger every day.

In order to get rid of the ferocious demon in the novel as soon as possible, Wen Ling felt that it was necessary to carry out "prenatal education".

Learn early.Even in the stomach can not let go.Wen Ling recites the filial piety scriptures to the little devil every day.

"Learn early. I will test how you memorize the text after you are born!"

Devil cub: "..." Bullying a defenseless fetus, you are the devil, right?

Wen Ling felt that he should not be too gentle. If he were on Earth, what he would say right now would be "Cub, come on! There are 6570 days left before you will take the college entrance examination!"

Wen Ling felt that he was really a kind person.

He didn't want to scare the snake head, he kept himself in order, behaved like a little white rabbit.To get acquainted with the structure of the palace.He has walked near the dungeon several times in the name of wandering.

Everyone in the palace liked him very much.I found him gentle, kind and caring.Lumi, who was acquainted with him, felt a little

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Not used to it.

"Smell! You have really changed your appearance."

Wen Ling's heart skipped a beat.Sure enough, in front of acquaintances, he still pretended too much.

But Lumi has never been a scheming person.He accepted it carelessly, and praised how good he is now.

"You used to be so boring. I'm the only one in the palace who can talk to you." Lu Mi was genuinely proud of Wen Ling.

Listen to the heart.Probably this is a rare friend who sincerely wishes the original owner a good life.The original owner did not receive any warmth in this world.So Wang's easy rescue at the beginning made him very grateful, and even gave birth to fantasies of love.

"Thank you." Wen Ling sincerely thanked Lu Mi for the original owner.

It made Lumi's face turn red with embarrassment.I used to think that Wen was good-looking, but recently Wen Ling seems to be becoming more beautiful.Even he was a little embarrassed to watch it.

Lumi diverted his attention and said, "A lot of nobles came to the palace to meet the king—"

"? Huh?" Wen listened to Lumi's words, and felt an inexplicable gaze around him.He searched for a long time, but found no sign.

"Several nobles inquired about you with the servants of the palace. I heard that some people asked the king for you. But the king didn't agree. The king said..."

"What?" Wen Ling felt that it was not very good.He will never forget the plot in the original novel where the original owner is used as a tool for selling blood.

Not sure, any hateful blood race or human can see this.However, according to the novel, at this time, no one knew how precious his blood was.

Why have these nobles already set their sights on him?Wen Ling already had a bad guess.Definitely that damn smell.

"The king said you belong to him." Lu Mi looked at Wen Ling enviously.

Who is his!What is there to envy!Even Wen Ling can already guess that what you are following must be words such as items.Neither is a good word!

After Lumi finished speaking, the inexplicable gaze became less intense.

night.Wen Ling is still well-behaved.He looked at Bai Xiao.Because of the existence of the devil in his stomach, it is inevitable for Bai Xiao to kill him.

But apart from this question, Bai Xiao doesn't really make him hate him.Those kosher-obsessive glitches are kind of annoying.But generally speaking, it was still the male protagonist in the novel that he liked very much.

The hero does not eat blood.Only by his side, will there be no illusion of being coveted by everyone.It was no accident that so many blood races asked about him.Maybe someone already knows the specialness of the blood of the father of the devil.

Wen Ling was worried.However, it is not too hasty to let the hero relax.Wen Ling is going to try again tomorrow.

The next day, as usual, Wen Ling left within the stipulated time.There was still some time before breakfast, Wen Ling took a walk in the garden.

On the way, I met that sand sculpture again (not)—it was a snowy owl.

At first, he didn't see the snowy owl.

It was still early, not yet eight o'clock.The lights of the palace are incompatible with the dark world.Except for the street lamps in the garden to illuminate the land under our feet, the whole garden is silent.

The leaves of the crimson tree are very dense, and the blooming buds carry a faint fragrance.Then, I heard a soft bird call.

"嘤嘤——嘿,咕——————————————————”

The cry was a bit miserable, as if injured.Wen Ling approached, the leaves trembled violently.Wen Ling lit a candle, and saw the snowy owl on the tree branch again.

Snowy Owl wanted to hide when she saw him, as if she was shy and shameless.Wen Ling sharply saw bloodstains on the snowy owl's wings.

injured?

Wen Ling wanted to catch him and look at the wound, but Snow Owl saw him and hid as if seeing the murderer.

Wen Ling wondered, is he so disliked by birds?When the troupe performed magic tricks in the past, those pigeons especially liked him.

Snowy Owl was injured and couldn't run fast, Wen Ling grabbed him into his arms with a few strokes.Just like that, the bird kept struggling, and several pieces of its feathers broke free.

It's too fierce.

Wen Ling patted Snowy Owl's ass.

"Don't move. Let me see your wound."

The snowy owl really didn't move anymore.He was ashamed and angry.After living for hundreds of years, it was the first time someone picked up and spanked her buttocks.

"Which——Kar!" The snowy owl let out a shy and indignant cry.