"You shouldn't be looking for me, but rather the God of Light, for things like maintaining world peace!" Cincia said in anger.

  "He's been gone for too long, and he never responds to our calls." Mei looked dejected. "In comparison, Lord Kael is the only one who can find our king now."

  Cynthia looked at her face full of despair and sadness, her angry voice couldn't help but tone down a bit, "If Kaylus never comes, will I die from your curse?"

  "It won't," Mei explained seriously, "As long as you keep the secret, you will always be safe."

  It's not that hard anyway, Cynthia sighed and struggled free from Mei's grasp, saying reluctantly: "I know, if I can still see him, I'll tell him."

  Having obtained her consent, Mei did not stop her, Cynthia hired a carriage and drove straight home before the sun went down thoroughly.

  Unfortunately, Kayus still didn't come today.

  It's clear that the progress bar is increasing in the middle of the night, he has no reason not to come.

  She sat down at the table and poured herself a glass of water, thinking for half a day, but could only come up with an answer that he might be stuck in something.

  Looking at the totem on her right wrist, Cynthia felt annoyed, casually gnawed an apple as dinner, and sat until midnight before returning to bed to sleep.

  The next day she went to Dorn's restaurant again. The sign for mutton soup had been put up, but there was still no one in the restaurant.

  Compared to the restaurant across the street that fills their mutton soup with spices, customers have lost interest in Duoen's restaurant, no matter how many times he says they've improved the mutton soup, at the same price people just prefer the soup from across the street.

  Cynthia soon discovered the problem, sitting at a table outside, eating a bland onion pancake while saying: "Give away 20 free bowls of mutton soup."

  "Is it that much?!" Duoen hesitated, "The boss won't agree to it, we'll lose money again."

  "Well, you'd better pack up and prepare to change jobs then." Cynthia said succinctly: "I won't be working here either, it's inevitable that it can't go on."

  Duane's face turned ugly, he exchanged a glance with Duoduo, and after a while, he said: "Let's do it first and talk later, I believe that soup is enough for us to earn back 20 times the money."

  Cynthia also appreciates Dawn's decision-making power, of course this matter must be done before the boss finds out.

  She stayed in Duan's restaurant until the afternoon, watching the sunset outside cast a layer of light on the stone road, her eyes somewhat dim.

  Her intuition told her that Kayus wasn't coming back.

  He seems to be avoiding her.

  For two days in a row, she couldn't find any reason...

  "I'm going back to Donne." Cynthia stood up with a hint of annoyance and walked out.

  "Uh-huh, I'll finish handling the mutton with Duoduo and then leave." A response came from Duoen in the kitchen, where the chopping board was being hacked at non-stop, with a fierce fire burning inside.

  Cynthia walked home in the sunset, and she seemed a bit absent-minded all the way, also ignoring the figure standing in the shade behind the stone wall.

  The figure wrapped in black cloth from head to toe stepped out slowly.

  He has been dormant for many days and has been dormant long enough, he can't wait any longer!

  The warm glow of the sunset could bring him a strong sense of oppression, even through a thick black cloth. If someone lightly lifted his robes, he would shatter into stone on the spot.

  The night fell gradually, and tonight's darkness was exceptionally thick. Cynthia, holding a cup of milk and leaning against the window, couldn't see a single star.

  It can't go on like this, she said to herself.

  If she still can't see Kyrios tomorrow, then she'll have to take the initiative to make him come over, perhaps by pretending to be ill or running away from home, he'll definitely come, right?

  She was the pawn he had lured over with promises, no reason for her to be treated so coldly.

  A faintly cold wind carried a special smell into her nostrils.

  It smells bad.

  It's the taste from the mud, cold and numb.

  Cynthia sniffed the milk in the cup and looked outside with a puzzled expression, wondering why there was such a strong earthy smell.

  No, no, she denied it again, and this was even more like the smell of a corpse that had been buried in a pile of soil for years being dug up.

  She involuntarily looked down, her dull and melancholic gaze fixed, and the hand holding the milk cup also stiffened.

  When her eyes met those red eyes, Cynthia's scalp felt a chill.

  Curtis

  She almost read from those eyes full of hatred who its owner was at a glance.

  The milk cup slipped out of his hand and fell onto the windowsill, tilting outward. The ceramic cup fell outside the window and landed on the ground with a shattering sound.

  Cynthia slammed the glass window shut, picked up the small knife used for cutting fruit on the round table, and her heart rose to her throat.

  "He can't get in." She comforted herself, but also underestimated just how bold Curtis had become after being driven mad and turned into a vampire.

  Bang!

  A hard arm smashed through Cynthia's window, a pale bloodless palm grasped the windowsill.

  At the same time, Kael sat on a precious wooden chair in the ancient castle, closing his eyes to try to suppress the annoyance. Suddenly opening his eyes, his body tensed up with muscles, his gaze turned ferocious, and he disappeared into the luxurious bedroom in an instant.

  Cynthia's body reacted faster than her brain when she saw that hand.

  Her trembling legs ran directly to the door, twisted it open and rushed out, still shouting for help.

  She wanted to knock on the door of Dorne and Todd, but thinking of the hatred in those red eyes, she gave up the idea. Her little kindness couldn't bear to hurt others.

  Cynthia ran down the wooden stairs in her nightgown, holding back her voice as she fled desperately.

  She didn't know where to escape, she had nowhere to go, the darkness belonged to vampires, no one would be willing to open the door and help her at this time, all the shouting and rescue were in vain.

  Cynthia didn't even need to turn her head, she smelled the increasingly close smell of mud in the air, as if the god of death had already picked up his sickle and slashed it heavily on her back, which was Curtis's claws.

  She let out a pained cry, and the small knife in her hand also fell to the ground as she stumbled forward. Her knee scraped against the hard stone floor, causing blood to ooze out and attracting more than one pair of red eyes from the surrounding area.

  "Mine!" Curtis bared his sharp teeth and angrily declared sovereignty over his surroundings.

  He grabbed Cynthia's collar and took off with her at a rapid pace.

  A cold gust of wind hit Cynthia's face, and the intense pain on her body kept her conscious.

  Curtis led her into an unattended horse barn and tossed her into a pile of dry hay.