Chapter 143 Rose Hill’s Past
"Read minds."
Sierra's movements froze, "Reading minds?"
"Um."
She jumped on his lap in shock, pressed her hands on his shoulders, and her face turned red. "No wonder I always felt that you could hear everything I thought! It's too much, there is no secret!"
Rose Hill didn't care that she was angry, and even said dissatisfiedly: "Not all the time."
Sierra's fingers wanted to dig into his shoulders, and she said with great embarrassment: "Since we met, have you always been able to hear what I'm thinking?"
"Most of the time, yes."
Sierra was a little discouraged, "It's so unfair, I can't even hear what you are thinking."
"That's fair." Rose Hill put her on the sofa and told her, "Don't move."
The cellar door opened, and everyone, including Aldin and several vampires from the other family, walked through the living room, except for Lucia and the man.
Jeremy paused and said towards Rose Hill: "The trial is over, let's go."
He took a deep look at Sera and turned to leave.
As if being stared at by a hunter, Sera felt uncomfortable.
Rose Hill certainly felt the provocation in his eyes and said to one of the guards: "Follow them until they leave Wally."
"Okay, Rose Hill."
After the entire castle was cleared, Sera pondered and asked: "How many vampires are there in your family that serve you like this?"
"A lot, enough to manage these children who are in conflict with the law." Rose Hill turned around and stretched out her hand, "The weather outside is nice, let's go for a walk?"
She felt the chill as soon as she entered here, and it wasn't like he didn't feel the trembling state of her body.
The sun will come out in some places in the mountains and forests, and you can go there.
Sierra also didn't like to stay in dark and cold places for long periods of time. She put on her large suit jacket and put her hand into his palm, and stepped out of the door together with Rose Hill.
There is a mountain path behind the castle. There are no steps deliberately built, and only a long dirt road leading to the top of the mountain is carved out with a sickle.
The weather is good today, the air in the mountains is fresh, but the thick green leaves block most of the sunlight.
"I actually have a doubt." Sierra recalled the conversation she just heard in the cellar. "Those vampires said they had lived in this world for 100 years, but they all looked like beautiful boys and girls in their early 20s. "
"Mr. Rosehill compares them to children." Sierra always felt weird, and her voice of inquiry became softer, "Can you tell me how old you are this year?"
"23 years old." She responded with a calm and strong voice.
Sierra thought she didn't make it clear, so she emphasized again, "How long have you stayed at 23?"
The people around him were silent. The leaves were squeezed into the soil by leather shoes and made loose noises for a long time. Rose Hill's response came from next to him, "Since the 14th century."
Serra raised one hand and counted, realizing that he was already over five hundred years old.
Knowing his immortal body, she could still accept this setting and only bit her lower lip, "How did you become like this? Who helped you become a vampire when you were 23 years old?"
The people next to them stopped talking again, and just as the sun shone into the woods where they were, the dense trees became sparse, and the warm light fell on them, making them comfortable and warm.
Sera only enjoyed it for a moment, then reflexively grasped Rose Hill's cold palm and pulled him under the shade of a tree where the sun could not reach him.
She raised her eyes to look at him, and sure enough she found that his fragile skin was flushed.
Seeing his pursed lips and silent indifference, Sierra couldn't help but joked: "Mr. Rose Hill, I like the shy expression on your face. If you were transformed by a female vampire, you don't have to tell me. From 14 Mr. Century always has a few lovers, I can understand that."
"Can you understand?" Rose Hill grimaced and said angrily, "You think so?"
"Then what else can I say." Sera blinked, "You are silent as if you are hiding many unknown private emotional stories. The vampire in Nosferatu had a lover in his previous life. Could it be that you also treat me the same way? so?"
"You have such a rich imagination." He frowned, tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her to a bench in the woods, "I'll tell you."
The sunlight happened to split the bench into two pieces. Sera sat in the warmth, while Rose Hill retreated into the darkness in disgust.
"I did have a wife and a dozen concubines. These women were full of dirty money and physical desires. I didn't want them to touch my body at all. Their stupid brains were of no use to me. I was even worried. The children born to me by such a woman were all rubbish, so just before the Tubulsi Islands War broke out, I simply disposed of them."
Rose Hill told her personal history in a very rough and incompetent way, with such a hateful tone that she wished she could go back in time and snatch those women out of their graves and behead them one by one.
She doesn't think those women are so dirty, does she? And why does this past look so much like a dispute between a certain royal family?
"Have you had the ability to read minds since you were born?"
Rose Hill nodded slightly, his face full of cruelty.
Sera immediately understood why he hated women so much. According to the dramas she had watched about the Empress’ Counterattack, their intentions for the top were indeed dirty.
She swallowed, looked at the two people who had been holding hands tightly and never let go, and asked in a low voice: "But you said Tubulsi Islands? That is the territory of the Sunderland Empire."
"It was ceded to me by King Lirenni, and the agreement was signed when I almost stabbed his neck with my sword." Rose Hill raised one side of his lips, showing a chilling smile, "That is now Horace's. Ancestors, they all have one thing in common, bullying the weak and fearing the strong will achieve nothing."
Sera was a little confused when she heard this. She turned sideways and squeezed next to him, wondering: "That's not right, aren't you a citizen of Lilenni? And there has never been anyone named Rosehill among the candidates for the King of Sunderland. The great emperor."
His strange misogyny caused by his mind-reading ability made him have no women at all and even left a descendant. How did the current King of Sunderland come about?
"I fell ill when the Black Death was prevalent when I was 23 years old." Rose Hill's voice returned to indifference, "I was only one step away from inheriting the throne. In the end, my brother inherited the throne."
Of course a king has more than one son, Sera pursed her lips, "Who saved you later?"
"A wanderer." Rose Hill said flatly: "He transformed me. The new-born vampire had no survival experience. I gave up my wealth and power and regarded him as my father. I followed him around and wandered around. Until the 15th century when we accidentally entered other people's territory, he I was killed by a vampire pack and I escaped.”