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

"Blood bank?" Sierra lifted the quilt and got out of bed, her voice tight, "Treating humans as cows?"

"Just cutting you to bleed is better than biting your neck off."

Right

Sierra tied up her hair with a rope, "You are right, I will go to Wally with you, and we will take care of each other on the way. What should I call you?"

"Tracy."

"Mrs. Tracy." She rolled up her sleeves and helped her pack her luggage. There was nothing to pack for her own luggage, and all her belongings were roasting on the fireplace not far away.

A blanket, and a sweater and trousers.

Mrs. Tracey said: "Your blanket and clothes should be dry soon and you can change them. But what material are they made of? Wool? The workmanship is so delicate."

"It's synthetic."

Sierra only had a loose undershirt that Tracy gave her. She walked over and touched her clothes to make sure they were dry before changing into them.

One morning when there was no snow, the sun was very bright. Vampires did not like to move in such sunshine, so the few people left in the whole village began to migrate.

The train tracks leading to Worli were blown up, so they could only walk on foot, inevitably spending the night in the dark forest.

After nearly a month of walking in an unusually smooth manner, rain or shine, and with a few kind-hearted hitchhikes along the way, they finally arrived in Wally.

Different from the war-torn villages outside, Wally was still the same as he was when Sera left, but there were far fewer people on the streets, people were in a hurry, and there were far fewer shops open for business.

Passing by Gale's butcher shop, Sierra found that the people in the shop had also changed, and what they sold was not meat, but some well-made gemstone jewelry, which looked like they had been stolen from a rich man's home.

Werewolves like Gale will definitely not be in Wally where vampires are everywhere.

I don’t know how Greni is doing.

Sierra sighed softly.

Mrs. Tracey's son Carter has had a fever for several days. Now that they have arrived in Wally, the first thing they do when they come here is to find a place to stay.

The hotel is open normally and the business is very good. There is a tavern on the first floor.

The boss is a young man with red hair, wearing denim overalls and a white shirt, with white arms exposed.

If it weren't for a pair of black eyes, it would be hard not to suspect that he was a vampire.

And no one knows better than Sera that vampires have black eyes when they haven't eaten for a long time. They usually look different from ordinary people after sucking blood.

"Want something to eat? Pretty lady."

"The cheapest bread and hot soup." Sera replied.

She had no money, so of course Tracy paid for the room and food.

The chef quickly prepared the food and brought it to the bar in front, and the man brought it to her.

Sera deliberately touched the back of the other person's hand when he reached over.

She felt relieved because of the body temperature, but the man opposite held her hand with a charming smile, "It's not easy to come on this trip, isn't it, miss?"

"It's okay." She turned her wrist and pulled it out.

Tracy ate something and fed her son hot soup, then hurriedly asked: "Where is the hospital?"

Sierra wiped her mouth, "I'll take you there."

No one knows this place better than she does.

He thought he would be safe in Wally, but Carter's high fever turned out to be fierce. He finally spent money to see a doctor, but was sent out by the doctor because he had no money to buy medicine.

Now that there is war, the price of any kind of medicine has doubled.

Trish had to pay three people's money for the trip, and as a poor person, she already had little left.

Then he would carry Carter back to the hotel and squat on the ground, breaking down and crying, "What should I do, my son?"

This matter has nothing to do with Sierra. She did spend some money on it.

I never thought I would come back, and all my property was given away.

Why did you want to cut off all your options at that time? It's fine now.

She sighed, walked over to the bar, and asked, "I want to ask what's going on at the blood bank? Can I donate blood?"

The red-haired man glanced at Serra's young face and smiled, "Okay, go and donate some blood to the vampires in Mawson Castle. They are all generous and willing to give generous rewards. You know they are different from losing their minds. It’s a newborn baby, it’s not too difficult for people to do things they don’t want to do, and it’s a good way to make quick money.”

"But they only want young, healthy and nutritious blood."

He emphasized this sentence and glanced at the faces of the boys Carter and Sera, whose cheeks were hot, and he meant something.

"A little blood will not hurt your life." The man looked at Sera, "If you want to go, go to Mawson Castle tomorrow evening when the sun sets."

In the past, there was no such thing as being discovered by the vampires. Now, when humans talk about them, they are indifferent and accustomed to it.

Due to the war and the appearance of inhuman creatures, they are almost numb to the status quo.

"Sierra." Tracey suddenly called her, her voice trembling indescribably, "My son saved your life, can you give a little."

"can."

Sera didn't even need to wait for her to finish her request and nodded in agreement.

She used the system to check Rose Hill, and he was in Mawson Castle.

Don't let him go crazy, try his attitude first.

She looked at the red-haired man across the bar and asked, "Thank you, do you still have the latest newspaper? I want to see it."

The man readily handed her the newspaper from last month to read.

"Want to know the situation of the war? There is nothing to know. Our country is almost in ruins."

He said it easily, but Sierra looked solemnly, and she found Eric's name in the newspaper.

He represented Lireni's human army against Saint Warren, killing all the vampires he encountered along the way.

There was an increase in vampire numbers in the northwest, so there he went.

She put down the newspaper, feeling depressed.

In the evening of the next day, Carter still had a high fever, and Sera went out to Mawson Castle.

There are many poor people who have the same purpose of making money as her, and there are even beautiful and clean young ladies.

When she met them, she found that they were not short of money and went to donate blood. They simply wanted to see if there was a possibility of being assimilated and immortalized. They wanted to gain superhuman strength.

Serra said: "You can go out and get bitten by a newborn, and the effect will be the same."

"Newborns? Do you know that newborns who are not taught are irrational beasts? Who wants to be a beast?"

Sierra shut up.

Mawson Castle is the same as in memory, with green grass, lakes, and pleasant scenery, and has not changed at all.

Someone was waiting at the gate of the manor, but it was not Aldin, a handsome-looking vampire.

"follow me."

The internal layout of Mawson Castle was completely disrupted, and Serra discovered it only after entering.

The sofa furniture was completely replaced, the curtains were made of red velvet, and the floor was replaced with obsidian color.

The spiraling staircase is also covered with red carpet. The most eye-catching oil painting is undoubtedly the largest one hanging on the fireplace in the living room.