After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

"boom!"

The dream was shattered by her resistance. Roxid, who was floating in the depths of the ocean, suddenly opened his eyes. His lake-blue eyes let out a trace of depression, and his sharp webbed claws grabbed a passing sea fish. When you chew it in your mouth, the surrounding seawater is instantly stained red with blood.

He swung his fish tail and moved on.

Sierra gasped and woke up from the hospital bed at the same time. The light in the ward was not good, and it was dark with the curtains drawn.

She turned her head and met a pair of emotionless black eyes.

"woke up?"

"Well, much better." Sierra wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling much more awake.

"Loshid?" Rose Hill said coldly: "Hongzhao?"

Sierra: "."

"Having a nightmare, a terrible nightmare."

"It's really special." He responded coldly.

Sierra licked her dry lips, slowly sat up from the bed, and weakly changed the subject: "You stay here with me until the afternoon."

Rose Hill said nothing, and his pale three-dimensional face returned to a condensed state.

"Is it too late for us to go to the port now?" Sierra lifted the quilt, put down her legs and sat face to face with him on the bedside, "I'm much better."

"If you don't go, I'll take you home." He stood up.

Sierra grabbed his cold hand hanging by her side, "I noticed you didn't wear gloves today."

Rose Hill's eyes dimmed, "Then what?"

Then she slipped her fingers through his fingers and said, "For the convenience of holding hands, I'll treat you to dinner. After that, we'll go around the port to eat and then go home."

"You should go home and rest." He frowned, not thinking that she was well enough to go for a walk on the beach.

"But I'm full of sleep and energetic now, and I'm also hungry." Sierra stuffed her feet into her shoes and stood up, holding him with one hand and straightening the crooked collar and scarf around her neck with the other.

"Going to eat?" She raised her face and blinked her moist eyes.

When Aldin heard Rose Hill talking about finding a restaurant to dine, his expression was a little strange, "You want to dine out?"

After receiving a positive response, he frequently looked in the rearview mirror at Sera, who was pestering his owner.

She didn't know that vampires couldn't eat anything other than sucking blood to survive. Except for a little liquid wine, any lumpy food chewed into the mouth would be spit out intact by the stomach.

For this girl who might become his partner in the future, Aldin mentally raised her future status to a higher level.

She is no longer just a descendant of her master, she is a huge problem.

Alding chose a place called the Afternoon Café.

Elegant environment, chestnut cakes and various pastries and cakes, as well as expensive tea.

Rose Hill didn't eat much from the table. He occasionally drank tea and took a few bites of small scones. He mostly watched the girl opposite eating like a hamster.

She was really hungry after not eating for a day.

Sierra was sitting on the soft sofa, sipping imported black tea, and there was some noise outside the window.

She turned around and saw many people standing along the street. A dozen soldiers came on horseback from the central street, wearing high red hats with feathers on their heads, uniform red uniforms, and guns or swords tied to their waists.

"They are the soldiers who got off the slave ship." Sera turned her head, and Rose Hill on the other side was also looking out the window.

She asked, "Why were you waiting for this slave ship?"

"I purchased a group of black slaves." He said calmly.

"Buying a slave?" Sierra was startled, "What's the use?"

Rose Hill was silent and said, "Business."

Sera pursed her lips.

Selling slaves seemed normal in an era when colonial wars were frequent.

"Okay, let's go to the port and have a look later. I haven't seen any black slaves when I was in Leicestershire."

There were a lot of small pastries left on the three-story tray, and Sierra didn't want to waste it by asking someone to pack them. When she was checking out, she remembered that she went out empty-handed.

She held the paper bag and said awkwardly: "I'll treat you next time."

Rose Hill glanced at her and said nothing.

By the time Olding's car arrived at the port, it was already too late.

evening. The sunset glows with golden light on the sea, and half of the sun sinks into the water.

Rosehill stood in the shadow of a corner, not even wanting to touch the corner of her robe with the gradually receding light outside.

He hated the sun, hated it to the extreme, but the girl in front of him stood under the fiery red sunset, looking back at him like a pure and innocent angel.

The bright girl frowned, her bright brown eyes feeling uncomfortable.

"Those are the black slaves?"

Sierra pointed to the giant ship docked at the port, which was transporting 'goods for sale' in an orderly manner.

"Go faster! Don't stop!" The crewman was urging them behind with whips.

Strong and rickety men, thin and naked women, innocent and thin children.

All of them are white-haired people with dark chocolate skin tones, and dull yellowish eyes.

Rose Hill nodded slightly and said quietly: "The most cost-effective labor force."

Cruel capitalist, Sera complained inwardly.

"What did you say?" He lowered his eyebrows, showing a bit of dissatisfaction.

"I didn't say anything." Sierra turned her head and looked at the few children behind, and asked, "Where will they be transported?"

Aldin was very happy to help his master explain this matter, "The work done in j parlors, racetracks, and fields, every part of their bodies has value."

He added: "Master came to select slaves today, but he was delayed because of your affairs, so he can only wait until tomorrow."

Sierra's heart was filled with a knot, "Is such a young child also a labor force?"

"Oh, they usually don't live to adulthood." Aldin's voice was cruel and ruthless.

Colonial wars are real and tragic in the long history of history. When these contents are presented in a fantasy world, it makes people feel no better.

Most of the pampered nobles have no sympathy.

The same goes for the indifferent vampire aristocrat. Don't expect him to have compassion for the labor force. A huge money empire is never built with sympathy.

A hungry little girl fell to the ground with weak feet. The woman in front of her, whose hands were tied with ropes, immediately wanted to go back and pull her. She was shouting in the unfamiliar St. Laurent language, and she could easily tell it was the girl's name.

A long rope with more than a dozen people on it stopped because of an error behind it.

"Hey! Don't lie there! Get up and go!"

Sera watched the man walk off the bridge waving his long whip, and endured it again and again, carrying the bag.

Rose Hill stepped out of the shadows to follow her.

Serra yelled at the man who was about to crack the whip: "Wait."

The man turned his head and saw the glamorous and beautiful girl and the big benefactor behind her. His slightly bored face immediately turned around and he greeted them respectfully:

"Duke Rosehill, are you here to choose slaves now? A good batch has already been shipped away."

1/Has anyone guessed why Sera dreams hahaha.

2/Very few people buy Werewolf stocks, he is a bright little sun~

3/The three male protagonists in this article do not have settings such as fragment fusion, they are independent of each other.

4/The second round of p will be held this Saturday, please stay active (●З｀●)