Chapter 237 Will not let the game end
Everyone in Wally knows that there is a vampire duke living in Mawson Manor, who is a super devil.
It was this demon who started the war between the two countries. It was he who released the vampires. It was also him who guarded this small and relatively intact town.
Apart from the unmolested capital, Worli may be the only 'safe' place, with war everywhere outside.
Sierra came to the hotel carrying her things, Rose Hill was beside her, holding her with one hand, and she stuffed a fruit basket into the other hand.
The innkeeper was a red-haired man, and it was he who gave Sierra the suggestion to go to Mawson Manor to donate blood. At this moment, the wine glass he was wiping fell from his hand and fell to the table, breaking a corner of the glass.
He never thought that he would see the vampire from Mawson Manor.
"Duke Rosehill." He called out, his hands hanging by his sides shaking with fear.
Sierra said to him: "Thank you yesterday."
Recognizing her, the man nodded stiffly, "No, you're welcome."
She let go of Rose Hill's hand and took the fruit basket he was carrying, "Wait for me at the door."
Tracy had been guarding her son all day without going out. Then she heard a knock on the door and went to open the door in a daze.
Seeing the cleanly dressed Sera, she was stunned for a moment.
"You're not dead!"
Mrs. Tracy rushed over and hugged Sierra, choking and saying: "Fortunately, you are okay, otherwise I really would not be able to forgive myself."
Because her child was sick, she had to ask Sera who came along for help. This morning, someone who donated blood with her yesterday came back and told her that Sera was dead. Her legs were weak, and she almost engulfed her in self-blame.
"I'm fine." Sierra had something in both hands and couldn't support her, so she had to move in little by little.
"How's it going? Is Carter okay?"
Tracy let go, returned to the bed and cried muffledly, "It wasn't very good at midnight. My little body couldn't bear it. I was a little confused this morning."
Sierra is also worried. This family has come all the way to help her too much. She also understands that the war will last longer than imagined, and there are too many people like Tracy.
This has to be reversed.
She put the things down, took apart the medicine and poured a glass of water. "I bought the medicine. Wake him up and take it."
Thinking it was the money she got from selling blood, Tracy knelt on the ground and wanted to kowtow to her. Sierra was shocked and quickly asked her not to kneel down, "Don't do this, don't do this, it's not a big deal."
"I'm sorry for you yesterday, but there's nothing I can do about it. My blood is not fresh." Tracey wiped her tears with her chapped palms. Sera wanted to laugh when she heard the words "blood is not fresh," but the corners of her lips didn't move at all. Do not move.
She never expected that the world would become like this. At least, she would only expect a war between two countries, and no vampires or other races would intervene at all.
If she had known that her pursuit of a plain real life would make the world like this, she would not have left.
Carter woke up with a whimper, looking at her with hazy eyes, his weak face flushed, and softly called Sister Sierra.
Sierra was so heartbroken that she touched his face and said softly: "Be good, just take the medicine and sleep again."
The money she took from Rose Hill was used to buy medicine and fruits. Now she got up and went to the door again. She went directly into his suit pocket and took out all the gold coins in his pocket.
He allowed her actions, understanding that she was full of kindness, "Want to give them money?"
"Well, at least we can't let people live here. We have to have a place to stay." Sierra nodded, then took back a handful of gold coins and put them all on Tracy's lap, "Here you go."
When Tracy saw the pile of shiny gold coins, she thought her eyes were dazzled. She rubbed her red eyes and found that they were real money. She raised her head in shock, "You can get so much money by bleeding one time?"
"Are you okay, kid? How much blood did they take from you?" Trish thought she had lost a lot of blood, so she pulled up her arms to check, but her two thin wrists were white and tender under the thick clothes. There were no traces of wounds.
She was surprised, "Where is the wound?" I heard that they all cut their wrists.
Sera shook her head, "The vampires didn't ask for my blood. They won't hurt me. You take the money and find a safe place to live in Wally."
"Aren't you with us?"
"Yeah, I'm with him."
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Trish couldn't believe it until she saw someone walking in the door from the corner of her eye, wearing a black suit and long straight legs.
Only then did she suddenly realize that the cloak that only vampires could wear was draped over Sera's shoulders.
Tracy retracted her hand like an electric shock, "You and them are together."
The worry in her eyes was instantly tainted with fear, and she rushed back and hugged her child tightly, while the gold coins in her lap rolled to the ground.
Rose Hill's uncovered red eyes were so scary.
Sierra bit her lower lip, then her wrist was grabbed by the person behind her, and there was his low cold voice in her ears, "Look, you helped her, but she is still so scared."
"It's excusable." She turned her head, "You brought this war, and the cause was me."
Rose Hill took her hand and went out, saying indifferently: "Without me, St. Warren would also launch a counterattack, didn't you know?"
Sera was calm and helpless, "I know, because the Sunderland Empire was behind the scenes to support St. Warren, and you were originally from Sunderland."
So there must be someone behind this incident, and that person is also closely related to the Sunderland royal family.
The heir to the throne who died due to the Black Death in the 14th century. If Rosehill had not 'died', he would have been the king of Sunderland. He was lost in the long river of history and turned into words in history books to tell his legend. However, Eventually he became a vampire, possessing immortality and metamorphosis.
He stared at her expressionlessly, "Then, are you blaming me?"
"No." Sierra stopped in the aisle and said softly, "I just made a decision."
"What decision?" He subconsciously tensed up his body and nerves. Now that he couldn't hear any of her thoughts, he could easily go to extremes, "What if we leave?"
"No." Serra interrupted him, "This world cannot become a mess. I hope you will pick up the lost laws."
"Impossible." Rose Hill raised her lips, with a standard gentleman's smile, calm and dangerous, "It won't be okay."
Get better and it would be game over, she might disappear again, and he wouldn't let that happen.
Sierra took a deep breath and held his hand firmly.
She began to hate the abilities given to her by the system. Rose Hill couldn't hear her true voice. He was used to her lying to him and refused to let down his guard.
"When I returned to this world, the system told me that you all had become bad, and the world was also getting bad. It wanted me to fix it. In exchange, it promised me that it would let me put forward a condition and give me a choice again."
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