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Translator: Cheese

Proofreader/editor: Piper

The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (122)

What attacked him was not the cross.

It was the liquid stored inside the cross that could hurt Blood Kin.

A dagger made of the same crystal material appeared in Lewis’s hand as he positioned himself in an attacking stance.

“I won’t let you lay a hand on the holy water in the infirmary! Those are for my brothers!”

Arthur’s palm instantly healed.

He ignored Lewis’s shout. But just as he was about to deal with him–

–A pained, broken cry disrupted his movement.

Lewis thought he was definitely going to die, but Arthur had already disappeared and returned to the bathroom.

Lewis collapsed in an exhausted heap. He murmured in a low voice, “You saved me again, Weiwei.”

A flash of determination flickered in his eyes. Then he turned around and cleared the living room.

He began to use his own blood to draw a magic circle on the floor.

Even if all the holy water in the infirmary were used, it couldn’t save Bai Weiwei’s life.

However the holy water from headquarters was too far away; by the time it would arrive, Bai Weiwei’s body would have already gone cold.

He could only use this method.

Arthur, that brainless idiot. He, the Blood Kin, had unexpectedly forgotten the method with the greatest chance of saving Bai Weiwei’s life.

It was only after he finished drawing the lines that Lewis realized he had tears in his eyes.

He knew that he and Bai Weiwei were impossible.

All this time enduring this secret love, he convinced himself that there was nothing.

But now he realized that it was unexpectedly heavy.

Arthur entered the bathroom and found Bai Weiwei leaning against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white arms stretched out to rest on her head.

Her long, black hair was dripping wet beside her. She opened her pair of pure black eyes and looked at him quietly.

The holy water in the bathtub had turned a rich black.

He crouched down and reached out to touch her face lightly.

Moving cautiously and fearfully.

Bai Weiwei frowned in pain. She put her hand on his arm softly, “Don’t kill people, please reconcile with the humans…”

Arthur’s eyes held a broken, fragile look.

But he couldn’t help grinning, “Reconcile?”

Bai Weiwei smiled, her eyes filled with nostalgia.

“Just give me one last gift, Arthur. I can’t wait for a hundred years anymore, and I just want to see the book of negotiation with your seal on it before I close my eyes, promise me?”

Bai Weiwei knew that she was about to lose.

She had no choice but to resort to her final move.

Use a dying request.

With a favorability rating of ninety-eight, she begged. She’d cry if it could reach 100.

I could have completed this strategy mission and escaped easily.

But that green bar value forced her hand.

She could only act like a spoiled child before she dies. She asked the system, as long as the negotiations were successful–

–the green bar value will be filled.

So let’s make peace, His Royal Highness, the ninety-eight favorability level will definitely cause him to relax.

Bai Weiwei’s eyes flashed with stars.

Arthur’s expression became tender and sad, and he seemed to soften.

Then Bai Weiwei heard his every word, said deeply from his strong hatred for humans.

“In a world without you, peace talks are meaningless, it’s better to destroy it.”

Out came the ultimate line of the second Great Demon King

Bai Weiwei held a mouthful of old blood in her chest, at this rate, it won’t be the poison that will cause her to die.

It’d be awkward to die right after that sentence.

Arthur bowed his head, pressed her forehead, and whispered: “The peace that human beings have now depends on the mercy of the Blood Kin. If I take back this mercy, human beings will become slaves, be kept in captivity, and abused casually. Massacre with no dignity, no clothes, only worthy of kneeling and crawling…”

Bai Weiwei caught a breath in her throat.

The green bar value dropped again and again.

Translator: Cheese

Proofreader/editor: Piper

The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (122)

What attacked him was not the cross.

It was the liquid stored inside the cross that could hurt Blood Kin.

A dagger made of the same crystal material appeared in Lewis’s hand as he positioned himself in an attacking stance.

“I won’t let you lay a hand on the holy water in the infirmary! Those are for my brothers!”

Arthur’s palm instantly healed.

He ignored Lewis’s shout. But just as he was about to deal with him–

–A pained, broken cry disrupted his movement.

Lewis thought he was definitely going to die, but Arthur had already disappeared and returned to the bathroom.

Lewis collapsed in an exhausted heap. He murmured in a low voice, “You saved me again, Weiwei.”

A flash of determination flickered in his eyes. Then he turned around and cleared the living room.

He began to use his own blood to draw a magic circle on the floor.

Even if all the holy water in the infirmary were used, it couldn’t save Bai Weiwei’s life.

However the holy water from headquarters was too far away; by the time it would arrive, Bai Weiwei’s body would have already gone cold.

He could only use this method.

Arthur, that brainless idiot. He, the Blood Kin, had unexpectedly forgotten the method with the greatest chance of saving Bai Weiwei’s life.

It was only after he finished drawing the lines that Lewis realized he had tears in his eyes.

He knew that he and Bai Weiwei were impossible.

All this time enduring this secret love, he convinced himself that there was nothing.

But now he realized that it was unexpectedly heavy.

Arthur entered the bathroom and found Bai Weiwei leaning against the edge of the bathtub, her snow-white arms stretched out to rest on her head.

Her long, black hair was dripping wet beside her. She opened her pair of pure black eyes and looked at him quietly.

The holy water in the bathtub had turned a rich black.

He crouched down and reached out to touch her face lightly.

Moving cautiously and fearfully.

Bai Weiwei frowned in pain. She put her hand on his arm softly, “Don’t kill people, please reconcile with the humans…”

Arthur’s eyes held a broken, fragile look.

But he couldn’t help grinning, “Reconcile?”

Bai Weiwei smiled, her eyes filled with nostalgia.

“Just give me one last gift, Arthur. I can’t wait for a hundred years anymore, and I just want to see the book of negotiation with your seal on it before I close my eyes, promise me?”

Bai Weiwei knew that she was about to lose.

She had no choice but to resort to her final move.

Use a dying request.

With a favorability rating of ninety-eight, she begged. She’d cry if it could reach 100.

I could have completed this strategy mission and escaped easily.

But that green bar value forced her hand.

She could only act like a spoiled child before she dies. She asked the system, as long as the negotiations were successful–

–the green bar value will be filled.

So let’s make peace, His Royal Highness, the ninety-eight favorability level will definitely cause him to relax.

Bai Weiwei’s eyes flashed with stars.

Arthur’s expression became tender and sad, and he seemed to soften.

Then Bai Weiwei heard his every word, said deeply from his strong hatred for humans.

“In a world without you, peace talks are meaningless, it’s better to destroy it.”

Out came the ultimate line of the second Great Demon King

Bai Weiwei held a mouthful of old blood in her chest, at this rate, it won’t be the poison that will cause her to die.

It’d be awkward to die right after that sentence.

Arthur bowed his head, pressed her forehead, and whispered: “The peace that human beings have now depends on the mercy of the Blood Kin. If I take back this mercy, human beings will become slaves, be kept in captivity, and abused casually. Massacre with no dignity, no clothes, only worthy of kneeling and crawling…”

Bai Weiwei caught a breath in her throat.

The green bar value dropped again and again.