Chapter 710
The Escaped Blood Slave
Dimit and Paul were almost dragged into the First Class Cabin in a sorry state. They had fear visible on their faces, but to their surprise, they offered no resistance. Instead, their faces were ashen, and their bodies were stiff.
This was their first time in the First Class Cabin. Compared to the cabin they shared with over a dozen other people, filled with various unpleasant odors, this First Class Cabin was like a luxuriously decorated inn. Deep red, soft carpets, an expensive wooden desk that was prone to moisture and rot at sea, and a whole row of various books. There was also a luxurious sofa that could seat at least five people simultaneously, and a built-in independent bathroom and restroom. This was only the outer hall; the bedroom was in a room further inside.
The butler scanned them with his cold gaze and then indifferently pronounced, “Stay right here.”
Afterward, the butler turned and walked towards the inner room.
After he left, Dimit turned pleading eyes towards Paul. He lowered his voice, speaking in a whisper so low it was almost inaudible, “What do we do now… should we run?”
“Run?”
Paul glanced at him and replied in his usual tone, even slightly louder than normal, “We can’t run.”
“Keep your voice down—”
Dimit jumped, hastily pleading. Paul continued speaking on his own, “That person is at least a Fourth Tier Extraordinary. Do you want to escape from someone like that? Let me remind you, this ship is a confined space. Or do you want to jump into the sea and feed the fish?”
“—Why should we run?”
At this moment, a young but slightly hoarse voice sounded. That hoarse tone was like a demon’s whisper in one’s ear, possessing a bone-chilling demonic charm. The two of them shuddered subconsciously and looked towards the inner hall.
They saw that the young lady had changed into a seemingly equally expensive but much more comfortable casual outfit—a rather homely goose-yellow dress. Her black stockings and leather boots had been replaced with barefoot sandals. She was smiling as she approached them… and the silent, imposing butler was nowhere to be seen.
Dimit subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Facing a beautiful and cute noble young lady was better than facing a stern and terrifying butler.
Because it was his first time facing an unfamiliar noble in such a situation, Dimit subconsciously wanted to lower his head. However, a lingering demonic charm made the young lady’s face seem etched into his mind—even though he had lowered his head, the image of her scarlet eyes, as beautiful as rubies, appeared in his mind. Dimit couldn’t control his instincts and subconsciously started to lift his head for a glance, only to lower it again.
…But for some reason, he felt a sense of incongruity. When he had seen her on the street before, this young lady’s demeanor seemed different… softer and more restrained.
As Dimit thought this, he suddenly realized—his companion Paul had fallen silent at some point, making no sound.
…Could he have been killed already? His heart tightened, and messy conjectures filled his mind. He then quickly looked up at his companion.
…Fear. But he saw an extreme and ferocious fear in Paul’s eyes, who had always been calm and reliable, as if he knew everything. Merely tasting his expression made Dimit’s heart tremble uncontrollably… his whole body shivered as if his brain had been plunged into ice water.
The young lady merely looked at Paul with deep meaning. “Not bad,” she said lightly. “It seems you know something… Tell me about it?”
Her tone was different from when she had first appeared. At this moment, the noble young lady’s tone was suddenly tinged with an arrogance that Dimit instinctively detested.
…That abrupt change was like a very good actor suddenly getting into character. Dimit suddenly had this strange thought. His mother worked as a cleaner in a theater troupe. Sometimes, the troupe would give some staff members “practice tickets” for free. They could use these tickets to enter while the actors rehearsed and watch these fragmented, disconnected scenes. The main purpose was to test the audience’s reaction to different scenes and performances under secrecy. For Dimit’s ordinary family, this was his only way to watch opera. Even so, it was enough for him to brag to his classmates and friends. Because of this, young Dimit always watched very seriously. He clearly remembered—when the actors, after receiving instructions from the director, heard the “Action” command after a pause, they would suddenly undergo such an extremely disjointed change.
…But why would she be acting? A question thus surfaced in Dimit’s mind, but he set it aside for the moment, saving it.
“Paul—what’s wrong?” he forced himself to ask, his voice trembling somewhat. Although he was worried about his friend, he didn’t dare to question such an evil-emanating noble. He could only avert his gaze, looking at the empty space while questioning in less sharp language. Then, realizing that his words could easily be understood as asking Paul, he quickly added in a low voice, “What did you do to him…?”
“I didn’t do anything.” The still unnamed noble young lady tilted her head slightly, a contemptuous smile on her lips. “You’d better ask him—who exactly is he?”
“—Master.”
Suddenly, Paul collapsed to his knees without warning, his forehead striking the floor with a loud thud. He prostrated himself completely, his pupils suddenly becoming vacant. His expression turned pained, and he curled up like a shrimp. “Master… please drink my blood, Master… please drink Paul’s blood…”
Undoubtedly, this was the effect of the Charm Lock. When the Child of the Moon fed, they would leave a mark on the prey through kissing, licking, or biting, using their body fluids. This mark was called “Charm.” Its essence was a curse. Because the Child of the Moon was very vulnerable when feeding—not only did they have to expose their neck and get close enough to embrace fully, but they also had to insert their hollow fangs into the other person’s body. Once caught in the Charm state, the prey would not believe the other party’s lies and would be unable to see through their true intentions… they would madly want to do anything to make the other person happy, even paying almost any price. For example, letting someone they just met into their home and preparing a lavish banquet for them with all their heart. Or lending them money, or helping them lie, telling pursuers and hunters that they hadn’t seen him… as if he were their best friend or the lover they most desired.
She raised an eyebrow, feeling that things were becoming increasingly interesting.
(End of Chapter)
