Quick wear to greet His Royal Highness the Demon King

Chapter 537
Balk smiled, "Miss, you must remember to control your mouth. If you don't say it, it will rot in your stomach forever, otherwise..."

Balk didn't go on, but Bernice already understood what Balk meant.

The Cappadocia family has a bad reputation, and it has never been fake.

The perishing clan was dubbed the word "destroyed", and it came through dripping blood and bones.

Bernice couldn't help trembling, shaking her head tremblingly in fear.

Keeping the secret about Gladys, maybe she can choose a decent way to die, if she wants to fight to the death, I'm afraid... I'm afraid...

Bernice hardly dared to think that even though the Cappadocia clan has been hiding from the world for many years, there are still a few rumors about this clan that have flowed into the human world.

As a blood hunter, Bernice didn't know how many methods the Cappadocia used to torture people, but what she knew was terrifying enough.

Balk smiled: "Very good, then, remember clearly, your highness was stabbed and fell into a coma. Miss Bernice, don't forget it wrong."

Balk looked at Bernice's paler and paler face with satisfaction, his eyes full of malicious ridicule.

"Okay, next, it's time to invite Master Claire and the other young masters and ladies."

The tranquility of the castle, which had always been quiet during the day, was broken, and a storm was brewing.

Gladys and Ronelle, who had already gone upstairs, couldn't figure out how Balck handled the next thing, but they didn't care either.

Gladys didn't think too much about it at all, but Ronald felt that it was enough to drive out this group of vampires and their vampire slaves. The process was arbitrary, and he only wanted the result anyway.

"Baby, take a break, you were frightened today."

Ronelle had to take Gladys back to her bedroom, and gently but forcefully helped Gladys into the ornate coffin.

Gladys was stunned for a moment, a little inexplicably: "I'm not surprised..."

Really, she's really fine!
Ronaldo's deep purple eyes looked at Gladys tenderly, and there seemed to be a streamer in his eyes.

His voice is more gentle and blurred than his eyes: "No, baby, you are tired and need to rest."

Gladys was taken aback, before he had time to say anything, he fell into a deep sleep.

Ronel had to stare at Gladys' sleeping face, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

He sat on the chair next to Gladys' coffin, frowning and lost in thought.

The one he was playing with in his hand was the mithril dagger!

Unlike touching through gloves before, Ronelle doesn't have these things in his hands at this moment.

The skin directly touched the mithril product, but there was no sign of reluctance or pain on the face.

Perhaps it should be said——

Ronald, like Gladys, is not afraid of Mithril!Even, as far as they are concerned, nothing will hurt them at all!

Ronald was a little dazed.

did not expect……

I didn't expect too much, so that Ronelle's brain is a little confused now, so for the first time, Ronelle had to use a strong method to let Gladys sleep for a while.

"In this world, unexpectedly... actually..."

There is actually a bloodline that can inherit his bloodline, and it is so thorough...

Ronald looked at the obedient and sleeping Gladys, and his mind drifted away.

His identity is a mystery among the blood clans. Some blood clans guess that he is Methuselah, while others think he is Antediluvian.

But neither is right.

(End of this chapter)