Chapter 95 Chapter 13 Slim Shadow Under the Moon
To Ig’s surprise, the bard, whom he had previously been wary of, did not pester Verafia too much. He simply sat by the carriage, playing his qin quietly, occasionally offering the young lady a compliment.
The carriage arrived at Rubiel City. After the tedious inspection by the city guards, it was already deep into the night.
Victor wanted to invite Verafia and Ig to stay at his home, but Verafia thought about it and declined. She asked the coachman to stop the carriage by a relatively quiet hotel nearby.
The bard also wanted to stay with them, but Ig, suddenly alert, hurriedly shook his head and refused.
“By the way, Victor, here are a few coins for you! Well, consider it payment for your trouble this afternoon!”
Verafia suddenly called out to Victor, who was about to turn away. From the payment Baron Ivan had given her earlier, she took out three gold coins and handed them to him, much to Victor’s astonished expression.
“Miss Verafia, for me? Such precious gold coins…”
Facing Victor’s extremely surprised thanks, Verafia waved her small hand nonchalantly, then pulled Ig’s arm and walked into the tavern.
A few gold coins… it was nothing to her. She also appreciated Victor’s persistent attitude towards learning, so she might as well help him out.
In the gradually receding night, the bard began to play music: “The gifts of the goddess of fate always favor those who strive in the mortal world. Lucky boy, praise this gift that is more rumored than gold!”
Hearing the poet’s song, Ig’s mouth twitched. He couldn’t help but admire the man’s persistent spirit.
Ig glanced to the side and saw the girl’s slightly upturned lips on her youthful and pretty face under the clear moonlight. He found her thoughts somewhat amusing.
However, why was this little phoenix so understanding towards others, yet constantly bullied herself?
Ig was perplexed and finally let out a bitter smile.
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It was late into the night. Victor tightly clutched the coins handed to him by the young lady, his face filled with excitement, his heart already filled with aspirations for a possible bright future.
In the deserted alleyway, the twin moons cast a cold frost, casting short, lonely shadows by the roadside.
Suddenly, a faint sound, different from his footsteps, was heard. Victor was startled, but before he could think further, a slender shadow was cast on the ground. The frosty moonlight in the air seemed to freeze into ice crystals at that moment.
Victor’s expression froze. A slender sword blade reflected the cold light of the cold moon, and the chill it emitted was even more biting, pressed against his neck.
The chill from the sword blade made Victor feel that as long as the other party moved their wrist, his major carotid artery would be easily severed by the incomparably sharp metal, and then frozen into ice by the chill within.
Victor fearfully wanted to shift his gaze.
“Human, do not move.”
A maiden’s voice finally came from the cold darkness. Although she had deliberately suppressed it to be cold, it did not detract from the beauty and grace of her voice.
However, Victor only felt the penetration, which almost froze his entire body’s blood.
“Who… who are you…”
The maiden did not reply. With light footsteps, her figure appeared in Victor’s sight.
A deep black cloak draped over her slender figure. In the gentle evening breeze, the open cloak swayed, subtly outlining a slender waistline. The trousers revealed at the seam were tightly fitted with practical leather straps and flat boots.
The maiden tilted her head slightly. Just a glimpse of her fair complexion from under her hood could reveal the exquisiteness and smoothness of her features. However, Victor’s face showed only deathly pale fear:
The cold moonlight touched the silver strands of hair peeking out from the hood, flowing like silver against her slightly narrow ear.
The maiden’s scarlet blood-red eyes, revealed from the darkness, completely betrayed her identity.
“Vam… vampire…”
The maiden tilted the icy edge of her sword, and the deep chill strangled Victor’s words in his throat. She walked closer to the young human who was trembling uncontrollably, her scarlet blood-red eyes showing a solemn expression.
“Under the golden flame, indeed, indeed, it’s his…”
The maiden murmured, her expression involuntarily wavering. She suddenly lifted her sword hilt again, and the rapidly moving frost almost scared Victor into paralysis. The maiden’s pair of blood-red eyes met the youth’s fearful, shrinking gaze.
“Human, tell me, what have you experienced today?”
The blood race maiden questioned Victor for nearly half an hour, pressing on the sword.
“Claude’s people… and a girl mage who specializes in fire.”
The maiden lowered her face and muttered, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed on her cheek.
Victor tremblingly raised his head to look at the maiden, who seemed to be in deep thought. His voice trembled, and his legs were completely unsteady. If not for the sharp blade of the sword resting on his throat, he would have collapsed long ago.
“Miss Blood Race, I’ve told you everything. Don’t suck my blood, don’t kill me, don’t kill me…”
The maiden’s blood-red eyes, turned towards the young human whose voice was choked with crying, about to burst into tears, suddenly moved her wrist. She raised the sword hilt and hit him on the forehead.
With a muffled groan, Victor slid down the wall and collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
The maiden looked at the unconscious young human on the ground, her expression hesitating for a moment. She extended her fingers, which appeared slender and fair in the moonlight, and suddenly a bright red blood glow appeared. She wiped it towards his forehead.
After using a secret technique to erase the other party’s memory, the maiden put away her sword, pulled her cloak, and stepped back into the deep night.
A few strands of silver hair escaped, reflecting the moonlight.
“Ig, and that girl named Verafia…”
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In the early morning, the soft dawn light passed through the transparent glass and shone on the white bed. Verafia stretched lazily. The specks of light outlined the girl’s slender and graceful waistline.
The sunlight touched the girl’s clean, delicate face, rendering the dawn’s colors on her tender skin beneath her thin nightgown.
Verafia hopped to the ground, holding her smooth golden hair in one hand. Her fair, slender feet stepped onto delicate slippers on the glass floor. After adjusting herself to the expected demeanor, she shouted towards the door.
“Ig! This young lady is awake!”
The young man, who had been meditating with his eyes closed all night, had long been waiting for the girl’s command. He pushed the door open, only to see Verafia, still drowsy and generously revealing her youthful and tender skin under her white sheer nightgown. He couldn’t help but cough and turn his gaze away.
“Miss, what would you like for breakfast?”
“Hmm… just some bread and milk will do.”
Verafia turned her little face. In the floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite her, the girl made the same dazed and cute movement.
Ig responded with a sound, then closed the door and quickly left.
Verafia casually tidied her hair. After thinking for a moment, she tied a crimson bow in her groomed golden hair, considering her grooming complete.
When Ig returned to the girl’s room with the dining tray, Verafia was tying up a strand of golden hair. Hearing the door open, she suddenly turned her small face.
“Ig, is it ready?”
