C16 An Angel Proficient in Four Languages

When night fell again, Fann Helsing woke up from his sleep.

There was no light in the bedroom, and the curtains were tightly drawn. It was pitch black. Fann Helsing climbed out of the coffin and rubbed his eyes.

"Oh... I'm a little hungry..." That's right, Fann Helsing was woken up by hunger.

He stretched his body and carefully walked to the back of the curtain. First, he opened a small gap