The protagonist wants to steal my script again

After accepting the task given by Norman, An Minghui returned to the dungeon, and once again sent away Joel, who seemed quite dissatisfied.

Bending down to relight the oil lamp, An Minghui sat on the chair, glanced at the light that was slightly dazzling to him now, and wondered what he was thinking.

He opened the books he brought and read quietly under the not very bright light.

Apparently, this move surprised Effiete. As a prisoner, he took the initiative to talk to the cruel and ruthless perpetrator: "I thought you were here to continue the game just now."

"His Royal Highness has summoned several pure-blooded Highnesses, and they should be discussing how to deal with you now." An Minghui didn't look up, but continued to flip through the book in his hand, and replied very calmly, "Maybe you are very You can get out of here soon."

"Is that so?" Effie didn't comment on this, neither surprised nor excited, it seemed that all of this was probably within his expectations, he just smiled and looked at the contents of the book in An Ming's dark hand Cover, "Your reading preference is beyond my expectation."

If he read it correctly, it should be a fairy tale book, and it is also the one that the children in the city like very much these days. The title of the book is "Angels Rejected by God".

"I think any kind of book is worth reading." An Ming replied calmly.

A vampire reading fairy tales about gods by an oil lamp?

Effie moved his wrists locked by shackles and felt a tingling pain, but he insisted on adjusting a more comfortable angle, and then continued to talk to the vampire in front of him leisurely: "You speak very well. Makes sense, so can you tell me a little bit about the content of this book?"

"In my opinion, this is actually a somewhat ridiculous story." He replied with a smile, and slowly told the contents of the book, "An angel who was abandoned by God and fell into the mortal world has suffered many hardships, even the one who was once proud of it Don’t you think it’s ironic that the pure white wings have turned gray, but they still retain a pure heart and love for God?”

"Maybe, but fairy tales are always good."

Uncompromising about this, An Minghui turned another page and unhurriedly asked the second question: "So do you believe in the existence of God?"

"It seems a bit strange to talk about this kind of topic with a blood race, but in fact I don't believe it." Effiete replied, there was neither longing nor sadness in his voice, he just simply narrated his own Opinion, "Even if there is a god, it must be a god who is indifferent and does nothing. Otherwise, how could it be my turn to be crowned the title of hero?"

This is an era when the fear of God is full of human hearts, and it is rare to be able to hold such a clear and rational point of view at this time.

An Minghui smiled softly, raised his head and looked calmly at the person in front of him, but his eyes were very gentle: "Although I don't like this story or heroes, I still hope to make a deal with you."

Effie stared fixedly at An Minghui's side face illuminated by the orange light, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Yes."

This answer obviously skipped many steps that should have been done before, and An Minghui couldn't help frowning because of the abruptness: "Don't you listen to the content of the transaction first?"

"If it's a deal that I won't agree to, how can you say it?" Effie's face was pale, his body was hanging by the chains on his wrists, and his lips were already chapped, but the expression on that face The smile was still very calm and decent, "Since it's a deal I won't refuse, what's the point of agreeing in advance?"

It seems that the protagonist in this world is still a weirdo.

I am more or less used to this sense of surprise, so An Minghui didn't say anything more, and directly stated the content of the transaction: "I can provide effective treatment methods for human beings, and if you trust me, I can also help you Pursue my fellow clansmen, and relatively hope that you can provide me with a place to stay and the blood to maintain my survival, and guarantee my safety in front of those of yours."

"Your attitude is not the same as before." Effett said casually, "May I ask the reason?"

"The entire castle is under the control of His Royal Highness, and his senses are very keen. Now that His Royal Highness is discussing matters in the conference hall isolated from interference, it is naturally safe here." An Minghui said these reasons truthfully. , and then took the initiative to explain another reason why Effiete didn't ask directly, "I do hate humans, but I also hate vampires and vampires. Nothing in this world is really good for me."

"Although I don't think you have such a world-weary personality, it doesn't affect our cooperation." Effie smiled, neither asking nor questioning, so he easily accepted his proposal, "Now you can tell Do I have my name, my future partner?"

"Of course, my name is An Minghui. I don't think you need me to explain the structure of oriental names."

Things are going very smoothly, and now with the consent of the protagonist, he only needs to pretend that he escaped from the blood clan secretly with Norman's acquiescence.

But it was too smooth, so smooth that An Minghui couldn't help but feel a little worried.

He clearly remembered that Effiete looked like a polite gentleman on the outside, and at the same time possessed wisdom beyond most people, how could he easily believe him after only asking such a few words?

"...If you still have any doubts, feel free to raise them." After thinking about it, he still added this sentence.

Mr. Prisoner, who was chained in shackles, replied with a smile: "I don't have any doubts. I fully accept your opinion and explanation. Next, can we discuss matters such as when and where we should meet?"

"Besides, there are some other things I need to know, such as what are your requirements for blood? How many times do you need to eat every day? Do you prefer to bite your neck or wrist? What kind of room layout do you like?" Speaking of this, Effiete was distressed He stopped silently, and after thinking for a while, he said, "We may not have enough time, and there are a lot of these chores, so how about discussing them later? Let's talk about the more urgent ones now."

Suddenly, Mr. Vampire, who couldn't control the rhythm, was at a loss in his mind, and replied in a weak, pitiful and helpless whisper: "Well, I hope you will go to the west gate of Broadtown at nine o'clock in the evening in three days, and I will be there It's waiting for you there."

"Yes, it seems that you should have your own plans, but if there is anything that needs my assistance, I will be happy to help." After speaking in a rather pleasant mood, Effie pointed to the torture rack with his chin, " Those vampires are due to finish their meeting in a minute, and you should begin to torture me now."

Mr. Hunter kindly reminded: "It doesn't matter if the force is a little heavier than last time, I'm actually not that weak. Come on, we can start."

An Minghui: "..."

Sometimes he really couldn't figure out why the original owner before he took over would fail in his plans again and again in the face of such an active and cooperative protagonist.

***

Because there was already a plan from An Minghui, Norman made a fairly straightforward decision on releasing Effiete, but the release process was somewhat tortuous.

An Minghui couldn't understand how a human being could use such a graceful posture in the enemy camp to anger the vampires who have always been known for their elegance.

As I said before, Effiete is not only a powerful vampire hunter, but also a gentleman who attaches great importance to personal image and demeanor, and always appears on various occasions with the most appropriate posture.

But this is not the moment when the shackles on his hands were just untied, he asked the blood clans with ugly faces in front of him to prepare new clothes and bathrooms for him with a smile, and even asked the blood prince's cronies to help him personally on the grounds of his weakness. The reason for looking at your past.

Obviously, on this occasion, An Minghui was that unlucky confidant, and he received sympathetic attention from several other colleagues present.

An Minghui had clean clothes hanging on one arm, and the other arm supported Mr. Hunter, who was walking on a shaky foot. As soon as he stepped on the second floor of the castle, he heard a storm-like smashing sound from downstairs, and Norman roared with extreme anger: "That damned hunter will pay for his rudeness!!!"

Originally, Effie should be about the same size as him, but at this time, because of the injury, he couldn't help being a little hunched, and he was weakly leaning on his chest, so he was visually shorter than him.

"I have to say, you are really the most daring human being I have ever seen." He sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you for the compliment, you are also the most interesting vampire I have ever seen." Effiete accepted his evaluation without hesitation, and his voice sounded a little frivolous with a smile, "Why don't you heal me with your amazing ability this time?" gone?"

It is still in the castle, so An Minghui's answer is very formulaic: "I'm sorry, a dirty and lowly human being is not worthy of me."

"But you're holding a dirty, lowly human being in your arms."

"...This is an order from His Royal Highness the Prince."

The hunter leaning on An Minghui's chest smiled and bent his eyes, besides the smile, there was something more meaningful in those blue eyes, and he repeated as if talking to himself: "Really, His Royal Highness's order..."