But even if it was only eight people.
Over the course of a year, that would still add up to over a hundred deaths.
That figure was shocking enough.
And besides...
Treating living people as food?
Looking at Amandina's face, with its matter-of-fact expression that said, "I'm a good person."
And hearing her innocent tone.
Xiao Yu felt deeply conflicted.
He suddenly felt as though he had stumbled into a "tribe of cannibals."
"This castle of yours... I can sense that the strongest one lives on the fifth floor. Just take me straight to him for a chat."
"Sure, you've really got some nerve! That's my grandfather!"
If you want to go, I'll take you.
I can't beat you anyway, so how am I supposed to stop you?
As they spoke, they reached the second floor.
It was an enormous living room.
Unfortunately, it was deserted.
Only a scattering of candlelight made the place look even more desolate.
It was far too quiet.
They continued upstairs, and at the third-floor landing, they finally saw someone else.
It was a man dressed as a butler.
He was slowly sweeping the floor with a broom.
He looked particularly surprised to see Amandina return with a stranger.
"Miss, you're back. Is this guest a classmate of yours?"
"Not a classmate, a 'friend.' I'm taking him to see my grandfather."
"Oh! Then I won't disturb you."
The butler gave Xiao Yu a meaningful smile.
Then he bowed and went back to sweeping.
He looked exceptionally elegant and polite.
The corner of Xiao Yu's mouth twitched, and he barely managed something resembling a smile in return.
He couldn't help grumbling inwardly: Facing a "man-eating monster" who looked so gentlemanly and polite, and who was looking me over as though I were a delicacy...
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