His slightly cold and dissatisfied gaze turned to her, "So take back the sympathy you're trying to express."

  Sunlight on human skin is warm, but for a vampire on stone walls it's torture.

  Their bodies were like shattered stone blocks, collectively falling from the wall and crashing to the ground. The rope used for hanging also, as Anton said, burned with a spiral flame that looked neat and beautiful.

  Breathtakingly beautiful.

  Cynthia didn't show too much sympathetic gaze, she agreed with what Kael said, if he hadn't arrived in time, she would have faced the fate of being torn apart.

  Although she still felt a sense of horror at the cruelty of the Dark God, a question also arose in her mind.

  Later generations did not have vampires of this kind, they were almost extinct, was it Keats who destroyed them?

  She turned her gaze to Kais, and the appreciative look in his eyes was gone, replaced by a quiet stare.

  Chilling.

  "Thank you." Cynthia also knew she had to say thank you.

  "You're scared."

  Unexpectedly, although she hid it very well this time, Caius still saw through it.

  He pulled the corner of his mouth, stepped closer to her, and a cold, flat voice came out of his mouth, "You've always been afraid of me, but you still want to get close to me."

  Can't help but say that Kayrus hits her weak spot every time, scaring her so much that she almost loses her heartbeat.

  Cynthia couldn't look him straight in the eye, it made her feel like all her secrets were being seen through.

  She lowered her eyelids and blinked, saying softly: "I have never seen so many people die, whether in the execution ground or here."

  "I'm scared because those people died too horribly, but I'm close to you because you won't hurt me, it's because of you that I can do this."

  Cynthia thought this answer was pretty cool because she saw a new progress bar as soon as she finished speaking.

  Divine Light Progress: 17%

  He is becoming more and more generous with his tips.

  She carefully raised her head to look at Kael, who seemed motionless like a stone statue standing there, but his tightly clenched jaw had relaxed a lot.

  Cynthia made a bold request, "Hmm... maybe try not being so violent."

  Caius fell silent for a moment, his face cold, "So you're not satisfied with what you saw this morning."

  Did he think she'd be thrilled to see these vampires incinerated by sunlight?

  This perverted mind...

  It seems to be very suitable for Kayrus somehow...

  Alright, twisting and turning it a bit, it seems like he is... taking revenge for her and making her happy?

  It's tolerable to think of it this way, I suppose.

  Cynthia coughed lightly and glanced at Anthony, whose gaze was distant and somewhat shocked and numb, and said: "Uh...not that either, I just think, uh, you reduce the number of deaths?"

  She deliberately added a sentence, "I'm afraid you'll wipe out the vampires."

  Caius's face twisted into a cold smile, his eyes softening slightly. "You think that after all these years, the number of vampires is still manageable?"

  This question stumped Cynthia, who really hadn't studied this aspect of history.

  "How much?" She stood under the gaze, her blue moist eyes full of desire for knowledge.

  "Enough to build an army of immortals."

  "That's not very cool!" Cynthia widened her eyes and looked at Kael with a bit of concern, "But you're all alone, and those are Lyle's vampires. He'll come back to get revenge on you."

  Her worried look for him made Kael's heart feel a strange sensation, probably the tactile sensation of being tickled by feathers, but he ignored it and corrected her in an extremely serious tone.

  "I have never lost a battle, he has never won against me! It's been that way for a long time! So the possibility you're talking about doesn't exist!"

  How arrogant.

  Conforms to all the characteristics of the dark god, and has nothing to do with the good and kind light god.

  Cynthia would never understand how Khaos and the Light God could be one entity even if she broke her head.

  The sun has completely broken through the clouds, the cold is gone, and people are gradually appearing on the streets.

  Caius didn't want to stand on the bridge and talk about these uninteresting topics anymore, so he returned to the carriage, with Cynthia following closely behind.

  He kindly sent her back home, and Cynthia thought Caeser would follow her home for lunch, but he didn't intend to stay.

  She clung to the carriage door, her eyes filled with worry, "You promised me, you won't abandon me, will you?"

  Caius turned his face, his handsome eyes looking straight at her, "You've made me repeat myself more than once already."

  He didn't like repeating himself twice with the same words, but it seemed ineffective in front of Cynthia, she always forgot what he said.

  Cynthia didn't mind Kael's impatience at all, and she stared at him with a pair of innocent big eyes, as if she would rather be taken away by the carriage than not get an answer.

  "Alright, Cynthia." Kael compromised, stretching out his fine hand to pat her head before quickly withdrawing it again, "I'll be back tonight."

  The sweet scent of peppermint wafted into Cynthia's nostrils, and with a satisfied answer, she closed the car door behind him and stepped back, smiling as she watched him leave.

  This scene was seen by many passing residents, who of course knew who the owner of that hand was and to whom that luxurious carriage belonged.

  Cynthia received many admiring or envious glances, but she didn't mind. After seeing Kael's carriage disappear around the corner, she went to Dawn's restaurant.

  Since Kairos was not around at noon, Cynthia also didn't bother cooking for herself.

  She didn't want to end up with wrinkly skin on her fingers from constantly cooking, a completely unnecessary skill that only pleased Kaelos anyway.

  Cynthia arrived at Dawn's restaurant with a brisk pace, and as expected, the restaurant was booming today.

  She stood at the door for a while and couldn't find her seat.

  Just as Donovan had served the soup and pancakes to the guests, he caught sight of Cynthia, whose ash-blonde hair and face were impossible to ignore.

  Duane excitedly ran out from inside, his face flushed with excitement, "Cynthia you're here! Come on in!"

  Her arrival also brought attention from all the guests, Cynthia walked in with a polite smile and praised Dawn: "You're amazing Dawn, business is great!"

  "Thanks to you! The boss has been waiting for you in the back kitchen for a whole morning, he wants to meet you in person." Duo En leaned over excitedly and said: "He wants you to take some time out to give our chef some ideas."

  Cynthia nodded calmly and stepped into the back kitchen under everyone's gaze.

  The shop owner was about thirty years old, with a thick brown beard on his lips, a gray woolen hat on his head, an exaggerated red silk shirt on the upper half of his body, and white leggings on the lower half.