C860 Duke of Boren

Standing at the entrance to the manor house was an old man with an aquiline nose and white hair. There was a sharp light in the old man's eyes that made people shiver, and his face was also sickly pale, as if he was malnourished, but his back was straight and he looked very well-bred.

This old man was the one who contacted Eide. Eide didn't know who this old man was, but he also knew that sometimes it was right not to speak. He dragged Lee Zhuohua out of the car and placed him in front of him.

When the old white man saw Lee Zhuohua's face, he frowned slightly and revealed a disgusted expression.

"People Of China? Why didn't you tell me in advance? "The white old man questioned Allen.

"I..." Allen felt a little awkward at this moment. He did not know what to say, but he only had Lee Zhuohua as his cargo. There was no one else.

However, after hesitating for a moment, the white old man decided to buy Lee Zhuohua.

He took out a cheque from his pocket and gave it to Eide. The number on the cheque made Eide happy, enough to help him pay his debt.

"If you need to call me again next time, I'll be here at any time. Please forgive me for the goods this time. Next time, I will definitely find better goods." Eide said politely since the other party was so generous. At the same time, he started to consider whether or not he should engage in human trafficking.

In any case, he was in the organ trade, and it was about the same for human trafficking. It would be good if all the buyers were as generous as this old man.

"Let's leave this place. There is nothing else for you to do." The old man said to Eide in an arrogant tone.

Although Eide felt that the other party's attitude was a little uncomfortable, the money was already in his hands, so he didn't have to make a fuss about it with him.

After that, he left the manor, and the white old man stood where he was all this time, watching Eide's departure. When Eide's car disappeared from sight, the old man's eyes flashed with a red light.

He lowered his head and looked at Lee Zhuohua who was on the ground. Then, he reached out his hand and grabbed Lee Zhuohua, lifting him up. This kind of power was not something that an ordinary person could possess. This old man seemed to be somewhat mysterious.

The old man carried Lee Zhuohua and entered the manor. It was very strange that there was no one in the huge manor, as if there was only the white old man here.

But looking at the old man's appearance, he did not seem to be the owner of the manor, because he had a humble expression on his face when facing the depths of the manor.

The old man led Lee Zhuohua through the garden and into a small castle in the manor. There was a huge oil painting hanging on the wall of the castle's main hall. On the painting was a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothes, looking very noble. Perhaps this was the owner of the manor.

The old man didn't go upstairs with Noguchi. Instead, he went down to the basement.

The basement was very dark and damp. Even though there were torches on both sides, people still felt that they couldn't see the road in front of them clearly.

In the basement of the castle, there was a coffin lying there quietly. The old man carried Lee Zhuohua to the edge of the coffin and knelt on one knee, as if waiting for something.

At this moment.

"Squeak..."

The coffin suddenly opened and a pale hand stretched out. There was a luxurious ring on the hand, but the nails on the fingers were a little strange.

"Master!" The old man lowered his head towards the coffin and said respectfully.

A figure dressed in a bright red robe stood up straight from the coffin. This person's face was exactly the same as the man in the oil painting in the castle lobby.

"Yawn..." The middle-aged man stretches his body as if he had just woken up.

"Dear Schubert, this time, you brought me a delicious breakfast, right?" The face said to the old man with a smile. When his gaze landed on Lee Zhuohua who was on the ground, he frowned.

"I'm sorry, master. This time it's a male from China." Schubert was afraid that his master would be angry, so he lowered his head and did not dare to raise his head.

The man in the bright red robe was a vampire, and a duke at that. His name was Duke Buren, and he was the owner of the manor. He had lived here for a hundred years, and for the past hundred years, he had never left the manor.

For the last hundred years, he had relied on his servant Schubert to bring him food.

Initially, Schubert thought that Duke Buren would fly into a rage. But after hearing his words, Duke Buren's brows relaxed, and he even revealed a smile on his face. There was no sign of anger at all.

"How could I be angry, my dear Schubert? You have done very well. Although the blood of the People Of China is not very delicious, it is not something that can be enjoyed often." Duke Buren said as he walked to Lee Zhuohua's side and carefully sized up this People Of China.

"Huh?" Duke Buren made a light sound of surprise.

Schubert thought that his master was dissatisfied with the food this time, so he was even more afraid and didn't dare to get up.

After waiting for a long time, there was no sound of Duke Buren's dissatisfaction.

"This is really strange. The blood of this People Of China seems to be extremely active, as if it contains a special kind of energy. It is like the golden blood of an angel." Duke Buren's eyes revealed a greedy expression, as if he had seen something extremely precious.

Hearing Duke Buren's words, Schubert very consciously left the basement.

Duke Boren grabbed Lee Zhuohua's neck and lifted him up. He squinted his eyes as if he wanted to find out what kind of secret this People Of China had.

"What a strange People Of China! The blood is actually filled with energy comparable to that of an angel. If I absorb his blood, I might be able to advance to the Prince's level, and then I will be able to leave this damned place." Duke Boren's heart was filled with excitement.

He felt that Lee Zhuohua was simply a gift from Satan. Right now, Lee Zhuohua was more attractive to him than any of the so-called gifts. His mouth slightly opened, and his two fangs slowly extended.

His true face was revealed, there was no more nobility in him, only a sense of evil.

Duke Boren raised Lee Zhuohua in front of him and slowly moved his mouth closer to his neck.

He was full of anticipation as he took a bite.

"Crack..."

However, the imagined sweet feeling of blood entering his throat did not come. Instead, it made a crisp snapping sound.

His fangs did not pierce through the skin on Lee Zhuohua's neck, but broke instead.

"Sh * t ..."

Duke Boren's face suddenly changed. He threw Lee Zhuohua onto the ground, and he immediately laid on the ceiling, looking at Lee Zhuohua who was on the ground with a vigilant gaze.