Addicted to fast wear

The streets are wide and are paved with high-quality marble. They are neat and five feet wide. From time to time, there is the sound of horseshoes, pulling a carriage with a very ancient European style.

At this time, the sun was warm, and Lance and Edward walked side by side on the street.

He asked curiously, "Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Edward: "No."

Most vampires are actually not afraid of the sun, it's just that the sun does make them feel uncomfortable. Unless they are exposed to the scorching sun for a long time, this little sunlight will not cause any harm to the vampires themselves.

What else did Lance want to ask, then he thought about it, how could he talk to this hateful vampire so calmly?So he closed his mouth, with regret in his eyes.

There are very few vampires on the street, except that they hate the sun, most of them don't have the patience to go shopping, they live too long, shopping is no longer attractive to them, and the people who live here are the noble first generation Vampires don't need to go out to buy things by themselves.

Knowing that Lance didn't want to talk, Edward waved his hand and stopped a carriage on the side of the road, "Go to Howard Manor."

The delicately carved door opened, and the blood race inside replied, "Okay."

Lance was dragged into the carriage by Edward in a daze.

There is a lot of space in the carriage, and there is a rose in the corner. Lance asked, "What's in Hodder Manor?"

Edward smiled, "Don't you want to talk to me?"

Lance immediately closed his mouth again, moved his butt towards the window, turned his head and completely ignored Edward.

The speed of the carriage is not fast, but it is very stable, and people can hardly feel the bumps. Lance turned his head to look out the window just out of anger, but at this time he was really attracted by the scenery outside the window.

At this time, they left the inner city and gradually walked towards the countryside. The large expanse of lavender was dreamy like the sea, and the green hills in the distance were undulating. A few dog tails had grown tenaciously by the roadside, and horseshoes fell on small stones. His voice was light and rhythmic. If it wasn't for the vampire sitting beside him, Lance would almost have thought he was going on a spring outing.

After a while, the carriage stopped, Edward got out of the carriage first, and then pulled Lance down.

A vampire's voice came from inside the car, "Fifteen gold coins."

Edward gave him the money, and then walked forward with Lance.

Lance looked at the back of the carriage gradually leaving, and finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and asked, "Aren't you the blood prince? Why does he still charge you money?"

Edward: "He doesn't know my identity."

Lance snorted, and saw the endless huge black railings head-on, as if dividing the entire prairie. On the arc-shaped main entrance, Horton Manor was impressively written in English.

A few vampires stood guard in front of the door. When they saw someone coming, they didn't even lift their eyelids. "Five hundred gold coins per hour for a small pony, and one thousand per hour for a big horse."

Edward: "Take us to the stables first."

Hearing this, the vampires raised their heads, and one of them was a little more polite, "Guest, please go this way."

Lance smacked his tongue as he watched from the sidelines. Sure enough, the rich man is the uncle.

When we arrived at the stables, there were rows of tall horses, almost as tall as Lance's whole body, separated by a horizontal bar, and there were smaller foals, one of which was pure white, and the hair on his body was also very cute. Snow-white and snow-white, it looks like someone has taken care of it specially.

Seeing Lance's gaze on the white pony, the vampire who led the way couldn't help but tinge with pride in his voice. He pointed at the pony and said, "Isn't that beautiful horse? It's a pure Persian blood, usually Food is more expensive than ours."

While they were talking, Edward had already picked out a tall black steed. The steed was black except for the white fur on its four hooves. It looked very ferocious, and neighed a few times at Lance unceremoniously.

Lance took a few steps back.

The vampire leading the way looked at Edward in surprise, "How did you bring it here?" Usually this horse is very stubborn and has a strong temper, and will kick people when it is upset, but who makes people's blood noble? Still can't hide?

Edward didn't return him, his eyes fell on Lance, "Do you like that horse?"

Lance nodded.

Edward said to the vampire leading the way, "I bought that horse."

Vampire leading the way: "This... this horse is pure Persian blood... You know, very precious..."

"how much is it?"

"50 gold coins."

Lance looked at the batch of foals in a different way. He thought of the dozen or so teenagers he met at the auction before. Together, they only cost 30 gold coins, but now one of them in this manor The little pony costs 50 gold coins, which shows that human beings are really cheap in the eyes of these vampires.

He remembered his identity as a hunter, and he hated Edward even more in his heart.

Edward: "I bought it."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lance, thinking that there would be a look of surprise in the boy's eyes, but what greeted him was Lance's eyes that became more and more disgusted.

Edward: ...

The vampire made a big deal, and his attitude towards Edward became more respectful. After he said something that needs attention, he left with a wink.

Edward got on his horse, with a very chic posture, and said after sitting firmly, "I'll take you for a stroll."

Lance reached out and touched the white fur on the pony's neck, carefully put his feet on the saddle, and climbed up awkwardly.

"You can't ride a horse?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

Edward's expression faded a little. He was a noble man, and he was rarely pleasant to others, but these days he spent so much thought on a hunter. Although he had a special feeling for Lance, it did not mean that he You can tolerate Lance provoking him again and again.

"Let's go."

It's true that Lance doesn't know how to ride a horse. He grew up in a poor family and didn't teach these things in school. How could he have the heart to learn these things?

The pony was short enough and had a docile personality, so he climbed up. After climbing up, Lance grabbed the rein nervously, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

He thought Edward would wait for him, but Edward rode away without saying a word.

"……hateful!"

Lance felt depressed for a while, and felt that it was wrong for him to do this, so he simply took the rein and walked slowly.

This little pony really has a good personality. Even if such a person who can't ride a horse is sitting on his back, he didn't shake him off. Instead, he walked slowly according to Lance's wishes.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the grass is lush.

Lance's mood gradually improved. He patted the pony's head with a smile, and said lightly, "Let's run faster."

The little pony trot obediently, stepping on the soft lawn with a rattling sound.

At this time, there was a sudden noise not far away, like the sound of the wind. Lance turned his head to look, his expression changed drastically, he tightened the reins, and said in a low voice, "Go!"

Like a dark cloud, a large black mass of bats is attacking here, and the target is himself.

Lance didn't know who he had offended, even for a moment just now, he thought of Edward and wondered if he brought himself here specifically to silence him.

But then he vetoed it again. Although he didn't want to admit it, the fact was that if Edward wanted to do this, he didn't have to spend so much trouble.

Those nasty little dark things have already exposed their snow-white fangs, gradually approaching.

Suddenly, the pony under him screamed fiercely, and his front legs snapped. Lance was thrown off immediately, and his head hit the green grass with a bang.