Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here-Chapter 1190: The Vampire Princes Blood Slave (68)

Chapter 1190 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (68)

Arthur didn’t speak, but he still made no indication to let her withdraw.

Elizabeth knew he wanted more information.

She pondered, before deliberately answering, “Miss does not reject her meals, and she does not express too much emotion.”

Arthur fell silent for a moment. “Anything else?”

Elizabeth hesitated. “She seems to be a bit cold. After all, it’s the bottom-most level of the dungeon. The extreme humidity and cold is very harsh on humans.

Suddenly, a quilt was viciously smashed into the floor.

“She doesn’t regret what she did, or call my name to beg for mercy?”

Elizabeth continued to beat around the bush, not daring to speak too clearly.

She precisely feared Arthur asking this question.

Because that blood slave was terrifyingly unyielding.

After entering such a silent, lightless environment, many tough humans couldn’t last even a few days, their minds unable to endure.

But these past few days, Elizabeth hadn’t seen her show an ounce of regret or hardship.

At first, she had been jealous of and disgusted with her, feeling that humans were too weak and mediocre, absolutely unsuited to stand by the noble and perfect Prince Arthur’s side.

But now, she could only admire her.

Another cup was smashed into the ground. Arthur said darkly, “She has been eating and sleeping well. Does she think I would not punish her?”

Last time, his gentleness to her as she had a nightmare had alarmed him, so he had not gone back to the dungeon for several days.

He clearly wanted to always torment her.

But he could only hide here to drink.

Elizabeth immediately flattered, “The dungeon environment is unsuitable for humans to live in. It’s estimated that in one month, the cold will enter her bones, and she will be unable to hold on and die. And while living in the dungeon, the cold will torment her like ice thorns, granting her extreme agony.”

Arthur crushed the wine bottle he had just picked up.

He lowered his head, his messy silver hair veiling his dark red eyes.

“…All this suffering, and she still won’t beg me for mercy. It seems her heart to resist Blood Kin is strong.”

He remarked with a cold smile.

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“Even if she calls my name…”

His tone weakened, unexpectedly seeming like a plea, with a trace of pitiful grievance.

Every time he sank into remorse, the room would start to be destroyed.

At the thought of those Blood Kin and humans who had died wretchedly, Elizabeth seized the chance to withdraw.

She only let out a sigh of relief after she walked out of that oppressive room.

Now, she wasn’t at all jealous or envious of Bai Weiwei.

With such a murderous aura beside her, she might even lose her life one day.

Moore, wrapped in bandages, walked up to Arthur with a gentle smile. He familiarly picked up a new glass and poured himself some wine.

“Why are you in such a bad mood? Who offended you?”

Arthur cast him a placid glance. “Still not dead.”

It was a tone of unspoken regret1.

Moore’s smile deepened. He lowered his head and approached him.

“Why, where’s your blood slave? Where’s that beautiful cutie with the heavenly sweet flavor who showed up in the rebel army?”

Arthur lifted his head, his cold red eyes reflecting Moore’s sinister visage.

“I heard you locked her up. Are you suspecting she’s a spy for the rebel army? Instead of dirtying your hands, why not hand her over to me? I’m an expert in extorting confessions through torture.”

Arthur was expressionless. His voice lowered. “Do you know why I wanted to see you?”

Moore smiled softly. “Because I’m your best friend ah.”

Arthur raised his head and suddenly lifted his hand. A scarlet magic circle flickered to life.

Moore’s expression changed drastically. With this much force, he would truly be crippled.

Although Blood Kin could regenerate, if Arthur hit him with his magical power, there’ll completely be no possibility of recovery.

1: Regret as in “such a pity he’s not dead yet” LOL.↩