Volume 9: Vampires and Dungeons Chapter 21 The Mysterious Road
However, compared to Li Lin and Sally's confident victory and leisurely showing each other dog food, the fat man on the other hand felt a malice from the bottom of his heart.
It was obvious that he was really in an indescribable danger.
He is no longer safe, and his family is in huge problems just as he thought, and everything is for the purpose of finding someone to inherit the family.
This kind of performance may have lasted for countless generations, because it is obvious that those things are not something that can be easily taken out. And Li Lin has no reason to protect him. After all, he has inherited the family business, and it is a private matter of the family from any angle.
It is taboo to directly interfere in the internal affairs of aristocratic families.
The fat man felt that he could not directly send a distress signal to Li Lin, because from the perspective of ordinary people, he would not lend a hand. This was completely inconsistent with the rules between the nobility and the mysterious.
However, especially when he saw the butler holding the lamp and walking slowly forward, the fat man had the urge to take out a knife and stab the old man to death from the back. He was almost driven crazy by this oppressive and terrified feeling, but the magic power spreading in his mind forced him to wake up.
This is very strange, as if he himself thinks he should put on such an expression, rather than really doing it. He simply presents the appearance that he should have in the past, but the fat man himself does not care about these messy aspects. He himself does not even care about it, and does not want to pay attention to these things at all. It can only be said that he exists to cater to the ideas of others.
But when I'm alone, I'll probably still flip through books and look up some information. This contradictory and strong feeling makes the fat man feel like his head is about to split.
He subconsciously glanced at the window frame next to him, and the light filled with spikes and tentacles behind his head was lighting up, constantly penetrating into the depths of his consciousness.
Can this state really be called magic awakening? Is magic awakening really like this?
Feeling the emptiness in his heart, the fat man subconsciously reached out and pressed his chest, trying to feel the beating inside.
However, this action seemed to be misunderstood by the butler who was walking in front. The old man who was observing from behind by some unknown means coughed.
"Ah, young master, you don't have to be sad and worried. It's totally unnecessary."
The butler who was walking in front holding a candlestick suddenly spoke, and his hoarse but steady voice scared the fat man.
Or in theory, he should have been frightened. But he quickly calmed down, and the flesh on his face trembled, as if simulating the complex facial expressions of humans, and finally produced a so-called non-cowardly appearance.
But actually, it's because he needs to react like this on the surface, because according to the setting, he is just a timid and sensitive human being, so he has to act timid while pretending that there is nothing wrong.
The scenery outside the window was still full of dark green plants, and the zombie-like servants flashed around, constantly wiping the garden and decorations, just like wiping a sharp and enviable weapon. The fat man's heart was filled with fear and despair, and his body was filled with coldness and numbness, without any spread.
It was as if another self appeared inside my body, one that was cold and oblivious to all pain.
However, the butler walking in front did not seem to care about the change in the fat man. He walked calmly in front with the candlestick in his hand, and whispered in a hoarse and heavy voice:
"You don't have to have any extra thoughts or ideas. We will always stand on your side. All we need is to revive the bloodline of this family and restore our former glory. You don't even need to express your ideas, you just need to have sex with women. No matter what your needs are, as long as there is no reproductive isolation, we can fulfill your ideas."
"It doesn't matter if it's a young girl, a mature woman, someone else's wife, an ignorant student, or a well-read prostitute. As long as it's your idea and can produce blood, we can get it for you. Everything is based on the reproduction of blood as the top priority."
"We will properly protect your personal safety, your will, your thoughts, and your blood. These are all precious treasures. You don't need to worry too much."
"...No, I have no concerns."
The tentacles spread deep into his mind, and countless cold lights flashed in the fat man's eyes, but his face still maintained a timid and confused expression.
"I have no concerns. I really have no concerns. After all, this is where my family and bloodline flourish. Nothing horrible will happen here, right?"
"Oh, of course. After all, you are the little master. Why should a master worry about safety in his own home?"
What is there to be afraid of in your own home?
The butler walked slowly in front holding a candle, and said with a sincere heart:
"The continuation of the family is a must. It is an eternal pursuit since ancient times and the destiny of the bloodline. You don't have to resist it. Inheriting this position will bring you endless wealth and unimaginable benefits. Why are you confused about this?"
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Because I am not sure whether the person sitting in that family seat is actually me.
If I don't enjoy my life and everything, then what's the point? Then is there any meaning in coming back to inherit the family business? Of course it's meaningless. Because I'm dead, what's the point of enjoying it?
But for now, we have to lie dormant. If we don't hide, death is almost certain.
As long as you don't die, there is a chance.
Once you have ensured that the item is sent back alive, you can then pursue the mystery.
Ah, there is still a lot of time, and I still have a lot of time to pursue mysteries and deeper mysteries... and it is not certain who will win or lose...
Moreover, why is it that such a mysterious and ancient family has only a few people left?
Looking at the butler's back, the tentacles in the fat man's eyes gradually became entangled and deep, and finally turned into a ball of black shadow, with a pale white light of spikes and thorns spreading around it.
The strange and terrifying light of "virtue" flowed and spread in the pupils, and the gray tentacles climbed and spread from the black abyss, covering the mind, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared under the light of the outside world.
