Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

Is it because the blood flowing in his veins means that he is still one of the royal family of this country? Is it because he has the possibility to regain the power that belongs to Drake?

Or is it because I have begun to imagine the scene of taking control of the core city of Victoria?

Who knows.

"Well, actually, I can probably understand why you feel this way."

However, the sight of Zuo Jian casually chatting while holding the steering wheel with one hand made Abrana's heart tighten.

Wait....what does he mean by this?

The Draco girl suddenly became a little nervous and began to speculate what the underlying meaning of Zuo Jian's words just now was.

But her speculation did not last long, and soon, Zuo Jian continued to speak.

"In fact, when I was a kid and first came into contact with a big city, I was just like you... I always felt that I would be out of tune with this city, and that the city people would look down on me... So, I can probably understand your feelings."

The left room seems to be a little peaceful.

He spoke to Abrana in a comforting manner, but the latter was stunned when she heard this.

"...?"

She glanced at her still wagging tail, then looked at the person beside her who continued to chatter away about something like a country boy's first trip to the city, trying to comfort herself.

.....I always feel like....something is wrong?

She was clearly excited by the prospect of having the opportunity, as Drake, to completely control this city and the entire Victoria it represented.

How on earth did this guy interpret the plight of a country bumpkin aristocrat entering the city?

However, no matter what she thought in her heart, Abrana would definitely not deny Zuo Jian's guess.

After all, it would do her no good to deny it.

It would be better to let him continue to think this wrongly.

only....

Oh, country noble?

Although she had been staying in Warwick's territory and seldom left to see the outside world, Abrana did not think that a mere city of Londinium could exceed her imagination by much.

Even if she exceeded that, she would not show any sign of misconduct.

After all, she was born with special blood flowing through her veins.

How could it be possible that just because of a few buildings————————

shock........

...

"Ahem....what....what?"

Abrana looked at the huge and luxuriously decorated hotel in front of her with some disbelief.

Looking at the towering floors that seemed countless at the moment.

Her mouth opened slightly and she didn't even notice that her sister was standing behind her.

Zuo Jian glanced at Abrana who was standing there in a daze, and Lavshini who was standing behind her.

Compared to her sister, the latter is obviously much calmer. She has been following her sister closely since she got off the car.

He didn't even look up to observe his surroundings during the whole process, just silently looking behind Abrana.

Sighing, Zuo Jian looked at Ravshini who was standing behind Abrana. Under the sunlight, she just stood quietly in the shadow of her sister.

But it was obvious that what Abrana was thinking about at this moment was obviously much bigger.

This is unreasonable.

How is this possible? ?

She had originally expected that the gangs in Londinium might be slightly better than those in other places, but she felt that at most they would be upgraded from dark sewers to the shabby alleys of the slums.

Who knows....Who knows.....

What is this like for a hotel of this size??!

Even if the Duke is behind this, this is too... too...

In fact, Abrana did not know that in an environment where the dukes could not openly enter Londinium, the competition between the gangs they supported also subtly reflected the competition between the dukes.

Just like the gangs supported by other dukes all run luxurious places like hotels and casinos, you can't just let your own gangs go to those shabby public places.

In a sense, this is also a part of showing the Duke's strength...

Should I say that he is worthy of being a Victorian aristocrat? He is willing to spend money in such a strange place.

However, they don’t know that one of the hotels is now completely controlled by Zuo Jian.

Both the building....and the people inside it.

"Okay, stop sighing and go in."

Zuo Jian patted Abrana and Ravshini on the back, then took their hands and walked into the door.

It was not until then that Ravshini finally turned around and took a serious look at the strange man next to her for the first time.

And....he held his own hand.

But, my sister seems...very nervous?

Abrana's face suddenly darkened, and then beads of sweat could be seen dripping from her forehead.

Damn damn damn damn.

The scale of this gang is outrageous!

She originally thought that even the gang supported by the Duke would not be of this scale, but now... its huge buildings and personnel made her begin to doubt whether her behavior was too risky.

If it was just an ordinary gang, she could rely on herself and Lavishini to get away unscathed.

Even if she failed to achieve her goal of contacting the Duke behind the scenes, she could rely on her own powerful strength to break off relations with them and run away.

But now... facing the gangsters who own a hotel of this scale, just the security guards wearing black sunglasses and black suits made Abrana begin to doubt whether she could defeat them.

She wouldn't...take it off, would she?

Zuo Jian glanced at Abrana who seemed to be thinking about something, shook his head gently, and decided not to disturb her thoughts. He turned around and touched the little head of Lafshini beside him.

Then he lowered himself.

At this point, the girl who had been silent all this time finally looked up at him, although her eyes were still misty and filled with a bit of confusion.

"Hello, Ravshini, this is probably the first time we've spoken, right?"

Rafshini looked at Zuo Jian's smile and nodded subconsciously.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? After all, the land vehicle has been bumping along for so long. Oh,

What do you want to eat? What kind of food do your sister and you usually eat? I'll go and prepare it for you."

Zuo Jian walked to the front desk with Abrana and Ravshini, and then asked the latter.

However, Lafshini seemed to be thinking for a long time, looking at Zuo Jian, and then asked hesitantly.

"Um...what's your name?"

"?"

"Cough cough..."

This time it was Zuo Jian's turn to be embarrassed.

Damn it, had this kid never listened to the communication between him and her sister before?

I feel like she’s not cold...but rather a little...silly?

Oh my God, it’s already the 23rd of this month and I’ve only taken one day off.

rt, ah, it turns out that people are greedy.

Just like I said before, I can only take two days off per month. When I think about how I only took one day off this month and didn’t take the second time… I feel a little guilty—Damn, I’m so lazy! Get up and update now!

Ok, just kidding. I'm a bit busy today, so I'm going to take a day off to rest and get in a good state to update tomorrow.

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Chapter 93: Is This Heaven?

"Huh...huh..."

Zuo Jian sent the two sisters Abrana to an empty room on the upper floors, and before leaving, he specifically told Lavishini that if she had any questions, she could use the built-in phone in the room to call the front desk.

The "sister" at the front desk will help her solve everything.

Although in fact the person standing in the foreground is now just a part of myself.

After getting the only response from Ravshini that showed her emotional fluctuations since they first met, a slight nod and a "hmm."

Zuo Jian rubbed her head with satisfaction, then watched her enter the room.

At the same time, Abbrana, who used to talk to him from time to time, was acting out of character in the room, biting her thumb nail in thought, with her brows furrowed, and she didn't look like a child at all.

Just think of it as the diverse thoughts that are unique to girls.

He shook his head, then slowly closed the door and walked into the corridor on the floor.

"Is the Doctor still on the top floor? Go find her."

Zuo Jian thought about it and then took a step forward.

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'What are you doing?'

The evil spirit asked in confusion, as if he didn't understand what the doctor in front of him was doing.

"It's so noisy, let me be quiet for a while..."

On the extended sofa in front of him, the doctor was sitting upright in the center, slightly shaking an amber goblet filled with red wine in his hand. The red color of the wine blended with the light gold color of the goblet, reflecting a mysterious and elegant purple glow.

She held the wine glass while lifting up her round calves, which might not be long but were definitely fair and not short, in a charming and intellectual posture.

However, right in front of her, the body of the gang leader used by Zuo Jian was lying quietly in the chair, with his eyes closed, and his body did not move at all, just like a puppet.

The doctor narrowed his eyes, walked slowly to the body, then leaned on his chest and sipped the contents of the cup one sip after another.

"Ah... don't you think this is embarrassing?"

"You're so noisy! I told you I just want to find a place to lean on..."

"The sofa is much softer than the human body you are leaning on now, which is made of water, fat, protein, inorganic substances, etc. What's more,——"

"Aren't you uncomfortable? This thing is just an ugly piece of meat without the consciousness, oh, or soul of the left room."

The evil spirit's voice was a little sharp, and contained a hint of disgust.

'I've said it before, if you really want to get something, you should take the initiative to exercise some subjective initiative, instead of doing what you are doing now, holding someone else's used body and acting like you are holding your idol's and goddess' used clothes as substitute meals.'

'Oh, that's not true. At least people can smell something when they hold their clothes and go crazy, but you can't even smell anything. It's no surprise that people like you will end up crying like a loser after realizing that the hero and heroine make dumplings every day at home, but you can't even be the dumpling filling.'

'If this character is written by a third-rate author, the only role he can play is to be killed by a passing truck, which will trigger the protagonist's memories and start a spin-off.'

"Ahhh, stop making so much noise, just shut up! Don't use your own outdated ideas to judge me now!"

The doctor was somewhat unhappy with what was said and turned around to retort.

The evil spirit only created an illusion of its own image with white hair in her eyes and waved its hand helplessly.

'In fact, the reason why routines are routines is that humans themselves have been repeating things that have been repeated countless times before.'

"So what! Anyway, you make me angry for no reason, and, and..."

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then sniffed the body next to him.

"This obviously has a smell, right! It belongs to the left room! I'm in his

I smelled a similar smell in my previous body! What do you mean I can't even smell it! "

......

For a moment, following the Doctor's somewhat abstract rebuttal, the evil spirit didn't even know what to say.

If the self who has lost his memory is theoretically reset to the original state of himself before he came into contact with many things.