Quick wear to greet His Royal Highness the Demon King

Chapter 534
Gladys frowned, and dodged in a dodge, his face darkening involuntarily.

"Bold!"

Gladys couldn't help yelling, the brows were stained with a bit of sharpness, and this girl who was always like an elf rarely lowered her face.

The face is still immature, but it has begun to bear the majesty of the young king of the blood clan.

This is the real pure blood, the real nobleman, the heir to the title of prince. She can be gentle and harmless, but she must not be offended or provoked!
Bernice was terrified.

She didn't expect that she would be discovered by Gladys, let alone that she couldn't help but assassinate Gladys.

What's terrible is that the silverware she holds in her hand is a forbidden item in the blood clan!Just like that, she was grandiosely used to assassinate the heir of the Cappadocia family!

Bernice suddenly felt very cold, and the afternoon sun shone on her body, but there was no warmth at all.

Bernice fell into an ice cellar, she knew that she was going to be doomed, she committed the unforgivable crime of the blood family, secretly carrying silverware, and assassinating the pure blood and heir!

The Cappadocia family will not let her go, neither will Krell or even the Lesenbra family!
However, Gladys' reaction was a bit beyond Bernice's expectations.

Gladys frowned and looked at the sharp silver blade gleaming in the sun, his eyebrows raised involuntarily, and he snatched the mithril dagger from Bernice without any explanation.

"Blood slave? It's really unruly. Who is your master?"

Gladys' voice was sullen, but Bernice was struck by lightning.

she...she...she...

It's all right?Bernice was so dizzy that she didn't hear Gladys' words at all.

Bernice stared at Gladys' hand holding the dagger. That hand was white and slender, with the pale beauty unique to the blood race.

Such a perfect hand actually holds the silverware that is extremely lethal to the blood race!Moreover, it seems that there is no discomfort at all!
Astonishment flashed in Bernice's eyes, and an absurd thought flashed in her heart. Could it be that the dagger was not made of Mithril?
Although it is absurd, at this moment, Bernice really hopes that it is what she thinks, so... so, maybe she still has a chance to escape...

Gladys was very dissatisfied with Bernice's distraction, and a trace of obscurity flashed in his eyes.

"Tell me, who are you? Who is your master?"

Gladys was too lazy to spend time with Bernice, and there was a trace of magic in his voice, with traces of bewitchment, and Bernice's originally chaotic mind was completely chaotic.

Her brain no longer obeyed her command, but subconsciously told the truth according to Gladys' request.

"My name is Bernice Wolfe, and my current owner is Claire Lesenbra."

Bernice's eyes were empty, and if she wasn't still breathing, she might be no different from a marionette.

A trace of disgust flashed in Gladys' eyes. A few days ago, Balck said that the young master from the Lesembla family was a little rude, and it seemed that he was so.

Otherwise, they would not be able to raise such an unruly blood slave.

Although Gladys believed that blood slaves should have their own legitimate rights and interests, after all, they were living creatures with thoughts.

But the blood slaves signed a contract with the blood clan, and there is a word "slave" in their identity. They should also see their identity clearly, and they should be well-behaved and sensible enough, especially in the field of other blood clans.

Blood slaves like Bernice who wander around in other blood domains, damage the domain owner's finances and take action against the domain owner are treasonous.

(End of this chapter)