Chapter 147: Renting a House Sisters

Looking at teacher Fremea, who looked like a sleeping beauty, teacher Irinale gently stroked her pretty face.

The long and thick eyelashes gently covered the cheeks, casting a faint and rapid shadow, and the hair was softly scattered on the pillow, with a faint inky glow.

Reaching out and ruffling the hair, and Teacher Fremea's peaceful sleeping face, Teacher Irina smiled gently.

"I won't lose you now, Fremea."

……

The bell for the end of get out of class rang slowly, as if bringing a sense of leisurely liberation, echoing in every corner of the campus.

Droste looked up and saw that the evening sky was like a gradient painting, gradually transitioning from light blue to golden yellow, and then gradually dyed orange-red.

The sun has quietly set, leaving only a soft afterglow sprinkling on the sky, as if covering the earth with a layer of golden gauze.

The setting sun not only shines on the tall teaching building, but also shines on his way home.

Because of the delay today, Phoenix has already gone home with him, and he is now walking alone on the road in silence.

He reached out and touched his fingertips. A thin round hole-like wound on it was gradually healing and would soon disappear.

Droste spread out his palms, and then gradually felt the subtle changes in his body.

As he controlled his own power, a faint golden fluorescence gradually spread in his palms, with a hint of mottled red.

Like a red dragon, surging in the golden ocean.

This was the result of the mixture of his magic power. After the First Embrace with Teacher Fremea, Droste was now considered a half-vampire in the First Embrace.

Those red mottled magic powers were the magic powers that truly belonged to him, as the first character to be embraced by the bloodline of the vampire king.

It’s just that the descendant of the vampire king, Teacher Fremea, is just an anemic baby.

If I didn't have a close relationship with Teacher Freya, I would have to keep producing blood for Teacher Freya, but I wouldn't get any reward for producing blood.

What a loss!
Fortunately, he was able to receive the first embrace from the vampire teacher Xiaolan, and Droste's magic power began to boil and stimulate. At present, it is still mottled light gold and tiny red energy, and it will definitely change gradually in the subsequent growth.

That's a good reward.

As Droste was thinking, he walked along the flat road. The cobblestone road was narrow, and the cowhide boots made a "crunching" sound when he stepped on it, which sounded a bit interesting.

The apartment was not too far away, and Droste walked along under the pale yellow sunset.

Today’s harvest is great.

Droste felt that the power of the vampire in his body was not strong. Instead, the light golden ability of his original body, Pocast, and the clear golden innate healing holy body began to gradually absorb the magical energy in the air as soon as his body felt it. As a result, the red energy related to the vampire was too mottled and weak.

But it shouldn't matter.

"Don't get angry and go to bed early at night."

This is what Teacher Ilinar said. Droste guessed that his abilities would be enhanced at night, but it was not obvious now.

Then wait until night.

Rumor has it that if a vampire activates his ability, he may mutate at night, so Droste should pay more attention to himself at night. He will not say much to Mrs. Isabel and Phoenix tonight.

Go all out for mutation.

Thinking of this, Droste determined his destination and hurried back to count his gains and see what happened to the two sisters, the elder sister Albedo and the younger sister Nigrede.

Thinking of this, as the sky grew darker, Droste's mood became more and more urgent.

His pace unconsciously quickened, and his boots made a series of rapid noises on the way home. The surrounding scenery passed by quickly, but his attention was not at all on these familiar scenes.

Passing through the bustling crowd and around the street corners that he saw day after day, his mind had already flown to that familiar door. He imagined the moment he pushed the door open and walked in, all his fatigue and worries would be replaced by warmth.

I said to keep my distance from Mrs. Isabel at night, but I didn't say now.

Droste thought so, with a smile on his face.

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……

Half an hour ago, in a hotel room.

"Sister, sister, sister! Should we be over now?"

Miss Nicolade sat mainly in her chair, looking out the window somewhat boredly, watching the sunset gradually setting. She was also thinking about what she had to do today, and couldn't help but urge her sister.

Miss Albedo was writing something at the desk. Her posture was focused and elegant. She held a delicate feather pen in her hand. The tip of the pen danced smoothly on the paper, making a rustling sound.

Hearing her sister's words, Miss Albedo frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something very important.

"Don't make any noise yet. I'm working on my outline."

Miss Albedo said this coldly, then propped her chin up with the end of the pen and tapped it lightly with her fingertips.

The soft music surrounding her made her feel a little relaxed.

"But don't we go look at houses? I really don't want to live here anymore."

"It seems like you've been studying for so many years, but I haven't seen you publish a masterpiece."

Miss Nicolede squinted at her sister and said this mercilessly.

Her sister is good at everything, gentle, elegant, and has a barrage of comments that keep people at a distance, but she just can't get along with writing. As long as it is for writing, she can do anything.

And despite working so hard, she still hasn't written a masterpiece.

Should I say it's persistence or stupidity?

Miss Nicoled shook her head gently, as if expressing regret, and then a gust of wind carrying a hint of darkness blew over.

She was so scared that her body trembled slightly.

When she looked up, she saw her sister, Miss Albedo, standing in front of her, lifting her chin with her hand, and speaking in a harsh tone that made it seem as if her teeth were chattering.

"Nigret, are you tired of living? Is this what you say to your dear sister?"

"Questioning your sister's writing ability? Isn't that too much of an insult?"

There was a gleam of extremely cold light in her eyes, which made Nicole Dee shush immediately. She was completely hindered by her sister's majesty and dared not say anything more.

　Happy April Fools' Day. Chapter 142 has been greatly revised.

　
(End of this chapter)