Host, she just wants to be a villain

Seeing that Brown had been completely given up, Brown's people quickly surrendered.

The king didn't want to hear his explanation anymore and directly motioned to the knights on one side to take him out.

"Your Majesty! This is all Celine's conspiracy! Your Majesty, don't be fooled! She deliberately lured me here!"

"...Really? I gave you opportunities, but you gave up time and time again and went in the wrong direction. In the past few years, which of the things you have done has brought benefits to mankind? I really can't imagine it. What will happen if I leave this in your hands in the future?”

Will one day, this place will become everything for the vampire clan?

The king couldn't help but stroke his forehead. She had been very busy recently, pulling out people planted by the vampires every day. If we continue to let things go like this, there will be blood people among the nobles.

How ridiculous?

Brown has been dragged away by the Cavaliers. He was injured, his strength is not as good as before, and he cannot break free at all.

It was obviously just a blood test before, how could it become like this?

It's all that Celine's fault!

Sooner or later he will come back for revenge.

Thinking of the frequent letters from the werewolf clan leader.

Since he can't become a noble, then he will join the werewolf tribe and take over this place sooner or later!

He glared fiercely at the two people escorting him.

The faces of the two knights were covered by armor. They raised their hands and knocked them unconscious with one strike.

He casually lifted Brown into a carriage, and the two drove him away from the royal city.

……

Florence asked Cecilia to stay with the vampire clan, while she went to Anze Village near the royal city in person.

Anze Village is separated from the Royal City by a big mountain. It is said to be close to the Royal City, but in fact the journey is very far and it took nearly three months to reach it.

It was noon when she passed by, and the villagers there were all wearing straw hats and walking into the fields with hoes on their shoulders.

Florence, whose red pupils were covered up, was gorgeously dressed and had a strange face, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Some villagers stepped forward boldly: "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Florence: "A man who bears the mark of a dragon."

"A dragon?" The villager pointed to a wooden house by the river. "Well, there is a mark on that person's neck, but I don't know if it is a dragon. She has a bad temper and never meets strangers."

"It's okay, she is my old friend, I will just go and see her."

The villager nodded and staggered down to the ground with his hoe.

Under the noon sun, her dark hair was spread behind her. She slowly rolled up her sleeves and trouser legs, and then tied her hair with a strip of cloth.

A sullen and critical person.

Florence commented secretly.

When she saw this man, her back was turned to Florence.

The dragon pattern on the back of the neck is clearly exposed.

That was the dragon clan's curse on them.

People who are cursed and sealed will never live past the age of twenty-five.

Florence could tell at a glance that she was already eighteen years old and that her life had entered a countdown.

Just as she was about to walk in, a ladle of water poured in her face.

Florence quickly ducked away.

The people inside turned their heads: "Who allowed you to step in here?"

Dark eyes stared at her without blinking, and there were pieces of hair flying on the side of her face, which she pushed behind her ears at random.

Florence raised her eyebrows slightly, then showed a gritted smile, and almost half of the ladle of water just fell on her.

She didn't think it was luck.

This person's strength is far stronger than his current age, and he really deserves to be the descendant of the person who sealed the dragon clan.