Chapter 94
In an instant, it felt as if I had stepped into a completely unfamiliar world.
The fermented smell of cheese or some other food, mixed with the aroma of instant noodles, wafted through the carriage, along with the smell of smoke.
The overwhelming stench almost made her turn away and leave.
However, when she forced herself to step into the carriage, she found that the space inside was almost completely crammed in.
The aisle was now piled high with luggage, making it difficult for even a normal person to move around.
The luggage racks on both sides of the seats were already crammed full of all sorts of items.
The cramped space, the eerie smell, and the various loud noises all contributed to the commotion.
Several passengers with Ursus accents sat to one side, chugging down several bottles of vodka while shouting in Ursus dialect they couldn't understand.
The remaining Victoria women and men were gathered around the table playing some kind of card game, occasionally bursting into cheers.
"... Damn it."
Slightly annoyed, the Doctor began to wonder what the chances were of being crushed to death if he rushed in.
However, it was clear that the passengers who boarded later had no intention of standing still and waiting for this short-haired, country-style woman to think things through.
Soon, I heard shoving and urging behind me.
The people who came up later didn't care about any of that; they only saw a guy blocking the way and refusing to move forward.
Soon, the Doctor was forced to move forward by being pushed and shoved.
"Hateful--"
With a determined effort, she lifted her suitcase and took her first step!
"Hmm... blood? That's quite a sincere offer."
In first class, Bloodfiend Great Lord Duhkare sat on the sofa, looking at the spacious carriage in front of him.
This entire carriage is currently dedicated solely to serving one passenger.
The envoy nervously wiped his sweat as he spoke.
"The Duke of Cavendish informed us to make preparations immediately upon learning of your arrival, and we are truly sorry that we have only now been able to contact you."
"This is a gift to mark our meeting..."
The messenger took out something that looked like a wine bottle, and then slowly poured the scarlet liquid inside into the Duhkare's glass.
"Oh, is that so?"
Upon seeing this, he suddenly revealed a slight sneer.
"Ah, if you're not satisfied, we have other blood types here, you can choose whatever you like--" Upon seeing this, the messenger quickly walked to the side and opened the partition where drinks were served, showing the neatly arranged bottles of red wine to the Bloodfiend Great Lord.
"You can rest assured, this blood is all fresh..."
What do you think I am?
Duhkare rose, swirling a crimson glass of red wine in it, and approached the messenger, asking with a cold smile.
"You... you..."
"Let me guess, are you thinking of that damned demon? Or that vile bloodthirsty beast? Or that crude barbarian? Or perhaps just pure devil?"
"Otherwise, how could you possibly believe that feeding a Royal Court like a wild beast would demonstrate your sincerity?"
As Duhkare spoke, he splashed the blood from the cup directly onto the messenger's face.
"No no no... how... how... ahh..."
Before the messenger could finish speaking, his body was lifted up by the blood surrounding Duhkare.
The latter stepped forward and placed the wine glass below the envoy's neck.
"Since you want to use this method, you might as well do it well."
As soon as the words were spoken, a deep, bloody gash was sliced open on the messenger's neck!
However, the blood did not spurt out instantly; as if it were suppressed, it dripped orderly into the Duhkare wine glass.
Only when he knew the cup was full did he stop, satisfied, and then drank it all in one gulp.
"Forgot to mention"
"So, the Bloodfiend doesn't like cold food, and he's holding up several bottles of blood from the refrigerator, saying they're fresh? Is this a uniquely Victoria sense of humor?"
"No, no, no... no..."
The remaining servants, witnessing the horrific state of their companions, turned pale with fright and their voices trembled.
"Oh? Then go back and tell your duke that if he wants to show sincerity, he should realize that he's trying to curry favor with the Bloodfiend Great Lord... or an envoy representing Kazdel."
"If the Duke can't even show Kazdel basic respect... then he shouldn't expect any help from Kazdel."
"Roll."
As the last syllable faded, the surviving messengers breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled out of the carriage one by one.
Duhkare squinted at the departing figures of the messengers and sighed.
"Ha... Victoria."
This is what Victoria are really like: always so self-righteous, yet beneath the facade lies such a pathetic and laughable mess...
Aiden Wilson, people like him are indeed a very small minority.
Chapter 51, Night Falls
"Damn it... we squeezed in... we got in..."
"Call--"
The Doctor tossed his suitcase into the seat and sat down in the cramped space, suitcase and all.
Fortunately, the box wasn't big, and she herself was petite enough, so it was just about the right size.
Her seat was near the window, and placing her suitcase next to it provided perfect isolation from everything outside.
Turning my head, I looked out the window at the buildings rushing past. At that moment, the sun was setting, and the last golden rays were fading from the earth.
A steam train is slowly pulling into a pitch-black night.
I can finally take a nap now...
After a long day of running around, a sense of fatigue gradually crept into her heart.
He took out a few study guides from his pocket, placed them on the small table in front of him, and then collapsed onto Doctor, completely exhausted.
... In unknown environments, falling asleep carelessly can lead to frequent thefts...
Even though she deliberately dressed herself up to not be the type to make money off others, she couldn't resist the fact that some people were desperate for her.
After thinking it over, the Doctor decided to place the suitcase with the simple combination lock directly between himself and the window.
All her possessions were the money inside; if she lost it all, she would truly be gone.
But now, the overwhelming weariness made her disregard all of that.
I close my eyes, shutting myself out of everything outside, hoping to drift off to sleep right away.
However, little did she know, in a place she couldn't notice.
She herself was unaware of it.
A pair of eyes, hidden in the crowded throng, were fixed intently on her sleeping neck.
On her fair neck, a string of bright red rhomboid crystals shimmered in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Excuse me, excuse me, please make way.
Thank you, thank you.
Sparse sounds arose from the side.
The view from the shadows was blocked by a male figure carrying a backpack.
The sound of tidying up came from beside the Doctor, waking her up from her drowsy state.
"?"
He opened his eyes and glanced at the extra passenger next to him.
... male
She looks to be around 25 years old.
Young fellow.
Whatever, I'll go back to sleep.
"Ah, sir, let me help you carry this box over..."
Excuse me, could you please move aside?
"Call..."
The sound of the other person getting up and sitting down echoed repeatedly in the Doctor's ears, and the occasional tremors completely dispelled her drowsiness.
"Call..."
Aiden sighed and then sat down in his seat.
But the next moment, a slender arm draped over his shoulder.
Then, a cold sensation instantly swept over his cervical spine.
"?!"
"Hey... kid."
The Doctor leaned on Aiden's shoulder, his eyes red, radiating the aura of a dangerous, awakened beast.
A gaze that seemed capable of piercing through the chest pierced Aiden through those ridiculous non-prescription glasses.
"Um... ma'am... hello? I--"
"Be quiet."
The Doctor's words were icy cold, as if they were freezing the air.
"Um, did I disturb you? I'm so sorry."
Upon seeing this, Aiden immediately realized his mistake and turned to apologize to the woman who looked like a country bumpkin but possessed a strange, murderous aura.
"Be more careful next time."
The Doctor didn't really want to waste his breath on this person.
She was so tired that her eyes were practically drooping.
So much so that his eyes always appear slightly narrowed and slanted.
In addition, he looked terrible; he looked so bad that he could practically tell a child he'd eaten several Feline in one sitting.
Unfortunately, the Doctor didn't want to care about any of that right now. Exhaustion was overwhelming her, and all she wanted was a peaceful sleep.
Seeing that she had successfully intimidated the kind-hearted little devil beside her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the other person was easy to talk to...
She'd thank her later; all she wanted to do right now was lie down and sleep.
"I haven't received my payment... it's delayed... I still have to go home for the New Year... what should I do?"
"What should I do? What should I do? How am I supposed to live... I can't go on living, I can't go on living--"
However, just as drowsiness began to creep in, a gloomy girl wearing glasses started muttering to herself in the next seat.
The melancholy in his voice and the harshness of his words were so intense that they jolted the Doctor, who had just begun to feel sleepy, back to his feet.