Chapter 249 Weird
Sierra waited in the house for a long time. It was almost dark outside, and she didn't see him coming back. There was only the light swaying through the crack in the door and the sound of heavy objects being dragged.
Eric ordered his subordinates to clean up the corpses left on the street and burn them, then he remembered that there was a girl he had left behind in a house.
"Repair the place and make a fire to cook. The strong smell of blood here may attract vampires in the middle of the night, so be careful."
He pushed open the forgotten door. The fishy smell faded a lot, but there was still a lingering lingering in the room.
This makes Eric subconsciously wary and repulsive.
His eyes immediately spotted Sera in the darkness. She got sleepy after waiting in the back, squatted in the corner and fell asleep with her knees in her arms. She was a very thin and pitiful one.
I didn't even notice anyone coming in.
Eric took a few steps inside and found that the lingering fishy smell came from the girl. He stopped suddenly, unwilling to get closer.
Perhaps it was because the mermaid had mated with her during the day that it left such heavy marks that lasted for a long time.
Eric thought so, and an inexplicable memory suddenly came out.
That mermaid
It seems that he once appeared in Wally and found a human spouse? But what's the point of putting her in such a dangerous place?
He frowned, stopped walking back to the door, and finally raised his hand to knock on the door.
Not wanting to think too much about things that had nothing to do with him, Eric looked at the sleeping girl and his shoulders trembled in shock.
Sierra turned her head. Under the hazy light, the tall and strong man had turned around, and a calm voice reached her ears, "Get up and go out to eat. I will take you to the nearest safe village tomorrow morning."
Sierra said thank you, stood up with her hands on the wall, and slowly moved out.
She is indeed showing signs of collapse in this body. She has eaten sea fish for so many days and often suffers from stomach upset. She has almost no strength.
There were white-skinned soldiers walking around outside, and it was not surprising to see a woman here.
How they treated the black slaves and how they handled them, St. Warren's soldiers will treat them in this captured area.
fair enough.
There are many wizened women like her who look like they have been abused.
The dull hair, thin body, and dirt on her face almost obscured all of Sera's brilliance.
She looked around calmly, then found the circle of civilians who had similar outfits to her own, and walked slowly over.
When the other party saw that her skirt was made of high-end material but her body was sloppy, he kindly squeezed a seat for her and gave her two freshly roasted sweet potatoes.
An older woman, seeing how sick she was at such a young age, unconsciously felt pity for her, "Which family are you a young lady in distress? They put on a beautiful dress and you are so hungry."
Sera had eaten no more land-based food than seafood in days.
The sweet potato was sweet and soft, and she didn't care about being hot. She took a big bite, and a burst of hot air came out of her mouth. She took a few mouthfuls of cold air before eating it.
Her empty stomach felt much better, and she had the strength to speak, "It's from Leicestershire."
"Then it's really far to get here." The other party sighed and handed her another cup of boiling hot water. "Now that we are saved, we can go to the nearest village to settle down tomorrow and find a way to contact our family. "
"Thank you." Sierra hugged the cup and warmed the fire, feeling comfortable all over for a moment.
During this period, Eric walked past her several times, either helping to rescue the wounded or leaning against a few soldiers to discuss the route for tomorrow.
He never once looked back at the civilians or paid attention to Serah.
She didn't mind this, just silently observing the life he was leading now.
I also learned from others that Eric now has a very high status in the country and really commands a large army.
He was specifically responsible for clearing out those St. Warren soldiers who were about to invade the capital, and using their prisoners to exchange for his own prisoners. He would also help kill any newborns he passed by.
He no longer hid his identity as a werewolf, nor did he suffer any unfair treatment because of it.
Everyone was convinced of his decision.
Sera had been thinking about how she could reduce his pain, and at first she thought of approaching him, as she had done with Rose Hill, to try to persuade everyone to talk.
Now seeing his current behavior, she wanted to change her mind.
Eric was originally just, and her death was a blow to him, but he did not turn bad. He hunted vampires and provoked a racial war, all to protect humans and his tribe.
If the blackening value can only be reduced by one, she should not give him hope anymore. Time may smooth out the damage she caused to him. He has not branded her. He has always been free. As long as the war subsides, everyone will return. A normal day.
Before Eric noticed and looked over, Sierra lowered her eyes, turned around and shrank back to the woman next to her.
Yes.
On that invisible negotiation table, Losid had promised her that she would not use humans as food in the sea. As long as the vampires did not do evil, Eric would never interfere in the affairs between races.
There is only one person who needs stability at that negotiating table from beginning to end.
It is Rose Hill who never has sunshine in her heart.
The King of the Night who fought in the royal family in the 14th century and almost died of the Black Death.
Sera stared at the flickering firelight in front of her. Thinking about it, she would have to crawl to this capital.
His intention of throwing her out that day was simply to accept the fact that she was playing with the relationship between the three of them, and to send her out to make her own choice.
I never thought that he would be so generous one day. It must be very sad for such a proud person.
Eric didn't understand why the girl kept staring at him. He never gave her a look, but those eyes seemed to have roots on his back, following him wherever he went, and it was hard to ignore.
She was the mermaid's mate, and she wouldn't like werewolves.
But this look was so strange that Eric couldn't help it and turned back to look for her.
But among the crowd of civilians, the soft gaze had already withdrawn before him, and even that petite body could not be found.
Unconsciously, Eric stood up with the water glass and walked over, and then he spotted the girl who was eating sweet potatoes with her head buried in her head.
She is thin, has dull blond hair, a dirty face, and looks ordinary.
She lowered her eyes, probably feeling him standing behind her, her eyelashes trembling, but she didn't turn around to look at him.
He looked so honest and well-behaved, as if the sight that had just been focused on him had never existed at all.
That's weird, why should he care? Eric thought.
He couldn't figure out the reason, and found that the civilians he came to express their condolences were thanking him. All kinds of noisy words of thanks were stuffed into his ears, but he didn't hear the girl's thank you.