Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"What's the matter?" asked Mr. De La Hera.

"Well, I want to visit a good friend. Her name is Laurel, and she is a very kind old woman."

Mr. Drahela's expression showed no surprise, and he nodded with a smile: "Okay, Drahela will accompany the master."

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome."

Mr. De La Hera bent down and kissed her fingers.

There is a river near the castle.

The town is still built on the river, and its scale is considerable.

Here, not only humans live, but also mages and vampire hunters who advocate light.

Of course, there are sometimes weak vampires without family protection living here.

Various species are mixed together, making the town seem peaceful, but in fact it contains various dangers.

Especially for a little vampire girl whose power has not yet awakened and whose actions are no different from those of humans, she is even more vulnerable to danger.

After all, the vicious dogs raised by vampire hunters can smell the smell of little vampires in the air.

As soon as it smells it, it will scream wildly, attracting the attention of vampire hunters.

Little girl Mia wore a cloak and came to this human town under the guidance of Mr. Drahera.

In such a small human town, the little girl raised her head, looked curiously, and opened her eyes slightly.

At a glance, the morning sun shines peacefully on the tawny trees and green fields.

The long and narrow path continued to extend across the fields, until it penetrated into the town, and then disappeared.

The town is close to the mountains and water.

A short fence separated the meadow from the human houses. From a distance, the meadow was lined with rows of huge old thorn bushes, strong and gnarled, as big as oak trees.

In the town, at a glance, you can see the church with the Holy Cross hanging high in the center.

The church can reflect pure white light in the sun, just like the foothold where God once fell. The cross is holy, solemn and solemn.

In the small town, the residents were all up at this time, and the noise made the environment around the town extraordinarily quiet.

The patchwork roofs blend into the trees, and the ancient bell tower overlooks the mound between the house and the gate, as if welcoming outsiders.

Walking along the bluestone slab, little girl Mia's hand was held tightly by Mr. Drahera, and she could not let go at all.

Mr. De La Hera's hands were cold and strong.

When he grabbed her, even if she wanted to break away, she couldn't.

The sun penetrates the clouds and shines directly on the somewhat bumpy roads in the town.

A little girl in a black cloak always easily attracts the attention of the residents of the town when she is led by an overly beautiful man.

The little girl didn't seem to want to hold hands, so she twisted her hands and looked up at the man.

"Mr. Drahera, please let go of my hand. I want to go by myself."

She is serious.

However, Mr. Drahera seemed not to listen to her this time.

He gave her a reassuring smile and said, "Dear Master, please don't be willful."

"There are vampire hunters here, and there may be danger at any time, so please allow me to be rude, and please don't let go of my hand."

"But, you don't need to hold hands all the time," she muttered.

Drahela heard it, smiled and shook her head, "You need it, my dear little master."