What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?.

There's no way Natalia didn't know this, so why did she come out at night?

Could it be that this was a task assigned to her by the Moon Worship Cult?

Thinking of this, a hint of curiosity flashed through Eros's mind.

Without further hesitation, he turned and walked into the darkness, heading towards another street about a kilometer away.

On the other side, Natalia, walking on the street, looked around vigilantly.

After finding nothing unusual, she crossed the street at a rapid pace, moving further away.

But before she had walked far, a series of horse hoof sounds suddenly came from the empty street.

Natalia's heart tightened, but she did not stop walking. Instead, she continued walking along the street.

Her steps were just a little hurried and flustered, just like an ordinary woman who was anxious to go home late at night.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and soon a carriage drove up to Natalia and stopped.

Natalia was startled, lowered her head, and quickly quickened her pace.

Behind her, the coachman sitting in the carriage watched the scene quietly.

Suddenly the coachman shouted, "Lady in front, would you like a ride in a carriage?"

Natalia said nothing and walked forward quickly.

Seeing this, the coachman drove the carriage and followed. Seeing the coachman driving the carriage after her, a trace of fear flashed across Natalia's face and she started to jog.

Seeing this situation, the coachman could only helplessly explain loudly:

"Ma'am, I'm not a bad person."

"I have the official documents from the passenger transport company and my work badge."

Hearing this, Natalia slowed down her pace slightly, but her beautiful face was still full of vigilance.

Seeing that the lady in front seemed to believe him, the coachman hurriedly drove the carriage to the lady.

Looking at the vigilant lady standing on the side of the road, the coachman smiled kindly and took out an ID and a work badge from his pocket.

After seeing these two things, Natalia's expression obviously slowed down a lot, and the vigilance on her face also decreased a lot:

"How much does a nighttime carriage ride cost?"

The coachman smiled and said, "Madam, it is now four pence a minute at night."

Natalia frowned tightly and said in disbelief:

"Why is it so expensive?"

The coachman spread his hands helplessly and explained:

"Ma'am, as you know, there has been a group of perverted murderers roaming around at night recently. I am taking a great risk by coming out to receive customers."

After hearing the words "perverted murderer", Natalia trembled, obviously afraid.

The coachman said nothing and just sat in the carriage waiting for the decision of the lady in front of him.

Natalia's expression changed several times, and finally she gritted her teeth and said:

"Fine! Four pence is four pence!"

Seeing that he had successfully received a business order, the coachman greeted enthusiastically:

"Ma'am, please come up!"

Natalia quickly boarded the carriage and said, "Stop at the York Restaurant on Brown Street ahead."

"Okay! Madam." The coachman shouted cheerfully and waved the whip in his hand.

Natalia, sitting in the carriage, seemed to be infected by the cheerful mood of the coachman outside.

The panic and tension that remained on his face gradually subsided.

On the way, the coachman felt that the journey was a little too quiet, so he casually found a topic and said:

"Ma'am, are you going home?"

When Natalia heard this, she immediately became alert:

"What do you ask for this?"

The coachman heard the warning in Natalia's tone, so he quickly explained:

"I'm sorry ma'am! I'm sorry for being so abrupt. I was just curious as to why you were still out so late."

"Isn't there something haunting at night recently? I think, uh... well... you should understand what I mean."

The expression on Natalia's face gradually eased, and she said with a somewhat fearful tone:

"I'm a tutor and I used to finish teaching before dark, but today my student couldn't understand a question, so I was delayed for some time."

The coachman showed a look of astonishment on his face, and then asked curiously:

"In that case, why don't you rest for a night at your student's house?"

"Since you are their children's teacher, I think they would be very happy to have you stay."

"After all, it is indeed a bit dangerous at night in Haidaram now, especially for you ladies."

Natalia showed a hint of disbelief when she heard this. She said in disbelief:

"You mean to let me spend the night at the home of a divorced single man with kids?"

The coachman's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he quickly apologized:

"Sorry, ma'am, I didn't realize your student was from a single-parent family."

Natalia snorted coldly and said nothing more.

The coachman knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he stopped talking and the carriage became quiet again.

After a while, Natalia seemed to be a little afraid of this depressing silence, so she took the initiative to speak:

"How long do you think it will take for the police to catch those psychopathic murderers?"

"I've had enough of this life of fear."

The coachman smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, ma'am. I believe the police will be able to catch those criminals in no time."

Natalia sneered, her tone not disguising her distrust:

"The newspapers say every day that they will catch him soon. How long has it been?"

"Really, I am now so disappointed with the efficiency of the Haidalam police."

"So many days have passed, and there has been no progress at all. How can I believe what they say?"

……

Listening to the lady in the carriage behind him chattering away, accusing the police of inaction, a trace of shame flashed across the coachman's face.

In this way, with Natalia complaining all the way, the carriage arrived at York Restaurant on Brown Street.

"Ma'am, we have arrived at your destination! It costs 54 pence in total, so just give me 50 pence."

Natalia got off the carriage, and with a painful look on her face, she took out 50 pence from her bag and handed it to the coachman.

After taking the 50 pence handed over, the coachman said gratefully:

"Thank you for your generosity."

Natalia snorted coldly, without saying anything, she carried her small bag and walked towards the townhouse behind the York Restaurant.

It seems that he is dissatisfied with the high fare.