Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

"Leave? Where to?" Chu Jun asked the lady in front of him with a smile.

Russell looked at Mo Heng. She knew that Mr. Mo understood what she meant. She hoped that Mr. Mo would use the props to take the vampire away from this instance.

Of course, if Mr. Mo and the young master truly love each other and want to spend the rest of their lives with this BOSS.

Mo Heng received Russell's hint and turned to ask Chu Jun, "Do you want to leave this castle and go outside?"

Chu Jun understood now that he wanted the boss to leave his territory.

Players wouldn't come to me for no reason and make such requests. It seems that there are some problems with the progress of the dungeon.

Chu Jun didn't care about his responsibilities as a boss. He was happy to meet the player's request as long as it could cause trouble for the system. "Sure, where would you like to take me, Mr. Mo?"

"Desert, sea, downtown, anywhere is fine." Mo Heng's eyes lit up and he made a promise to Chu Jun.

"Okay." Chu Jun smiled and leaned on Mo Heng's shoulder, agreeing to his request to "elope."

Russell and others didn't expect that things would be accomplished so easily. They originally thought that the vampire boy would refuse to leave. After all, he had complete control here and might even have the ability to keep Mr. Mo here forever.

Looking at the intimate behavior of Chu Jun and Mo Heng, Russell couldn't help but think: "It turns out that there is such a luxury as love in the game."

After the players left, Mo Heng, not knowing whether he was regretting something or what was wrong with him, turned around and asked Chu Jun, "You agreed so easily, aren't you afraid that I will sell you out?"

Chu Jun raised his eyebrows: "As long as you don't sell me to an icy place like the Snow Mountain, I'm not afraid of anywhere."

Mo Heng thought of something happy when he heard this, and said with a smile: "When we go to the snowy mountains, the young master will have no choice but to crawl into my arms."

Chu Jun hooked Mo Heng's legs with her toes: "Then I will turn into a paw print bear and stay on you for 24 hours."

"That sounds good." Mo Heng was very satisfied.

However, Mo Heng was just talking, it was impossible for him to take the young master to such a place.

Although being able to serve the young master 24 hours a day is indeed attractive, the ice and snow are a disaster for people who are afraid of the cold.

Mo Heng was a man who did things without delay. He decided to take Chu Yun away without delaying for too long. That night, the two of them were missing from the castle.

[Alert, alert! The copy is abnormal!]

【BOSS missing detected! 】

[Detected that the conditions for forming a countermeasure are not met! ]

[Emergency Change: [Competitive Dungeon] to [Team Dungeon]]

[All player benefits have been reclaimed, and dungeon tasks have been reissued]

[Dungeon Mission: Players are asked to uncover the mystery hidden in the castle]

[Ding! Detected that the task has been completed]

【game over】

[Now start playing the background story]

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The players who were about to go to sleep almost had their hearts stopped because of the twists and turns of the system broadcast.

The system is really inhumane and has no sympathy at all for these poor little guys who entered the advanced copy.

However, the players were soon attracted by the background story unfolding before their eyes.

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I met Fili in spring, when the roses were in full bloom.

"This is my castle, my dear Veronica! From now on you will be my beloved wife!"

Because of Philip's sweet words, I fell in love and came to this remote mountain place alone despite my family's opposition.

It was also the beginning of my nightmare.

Philip has two children, left to him by his ex-wife. He told me this from the beginning and did not lie to me.

So, when I first met these two taciturn children, I didn't have too many suspicions. I just thought that they lost their mother when they were very young and lacked companionship, which shaped their personalities.

Everything was fine at the beginning. There were my favorite roses in the back garden.

The bright colors are like fire, making me feel not so lonely in this isolated castle.

The Count planted a yard full of roses for me, and I thought he loved me.

But I was wrong.

He's just a jerk.

The first time he beat me was on my birthday.

That day I hoped the Count could accompany me to see the lake outside the castle. It was not far away, and I could see its vague shadow from the third floor of the castle.

But the Count, perhaps because he had drunk some wine and was in high spirits, the sharp candlestick fell on me, and the unburned candle on it almost caught fire on my skirt.

The usually gentle Fili walked towards me against the light, looking very scary. I was so scared that I wanted to run away.

But the door was locked.

He did it on purpose.

Fists hit me again and again. The corset made it difficult for me to breathe, but it protected my body.

Only my arms and legs are missing a single piece of good flesh.

When I woke up the next day, I was still lying in the same place where I fainted.

Butler Anderson, who came to clean the bedroom, seemed to want to care about me, but turned and left.

Feeling the piercing pain in my body, I finally understood why the old man looked at me with pity and guilt when I met Anderson on the first day.

I understood it too late.

The first thing I wanted to do was leave. This was no longer the love I wanted. Love should not be mixed with violence.

When I reached the gate, I suddenly realized.

This is an isolated castle. The carriage took a day and a night to get here along the mountain road. What would happen if I walked out?

The second beating came soon after. This time I was in my pajamas, my ribs ached and my chest felt tight.

Maybe it was because of Anderson's mercy that he gave me first aid and I didn't die.

The count seemed very satisfied with me as a tough punching bag. He stopped punching and kicking me for several days and instead changed his method.

He smiled gently and said that he hoped I would give birth to a child as good-looking as me, so that he would look more respectable when taking the child out.

"I will treat you well when the baby is born, Veronica."

He promised so.

I thought of his ex-wife who disappeared for some reason and didn't believe it.

But my acting skills were pretty good, and after a few times I pretended to be pregnant and fooled the count.

A month later, I finally found an opportunity to leave.

"The Count will not forgive you if he finds out." Miss Bella, who had been ignoring all this, said this to me. It seemed that someone had done this before and failed.

I thanked her for her kind reminder, but shook my head and told her that patience would not lead to good results. Philippe du Monte was just a beast controlled by his tyrannical desires.

Bella didn't say anything else and became her silent self again.

I hid under the Earl's carriage, hoping to use it to get away.

But the accident still happened.

The rainstorm stopped the Earl's travel plan, and he returned to the castle and discovered what I had done.

He dragged me by my hair and locked me in the basement.

The Count locked my fingers with his thumb clamp.

After one night, my hand was broken.

I can no longer pick up a paintbrush.

Later, probably a long time passed.

I was finally released from the cell because the castle was going to have guests.

A few of the paintings were secretly hidden by the kind-hearted housekeeper Anderson and were not burned by the Earl.

Anderson brought these paintings to me and encouraged me, saying, "The doctors out there are very skilled. There's still a chance your hand will recover."

I didn't say whether I believed it or not. Looking at the woman in the red dress in the painting, with green eyes and a smile on her lips, I realized that it was me who I drew.

I used the remaining blood on my hands to smear the woman's face, covering her features so that no one would know who was in the painting.

'Even if I die, this painting will be left behind,' I thought pessimistically.

Today must have been a good day. The Count and his guests had a meal together and drank too much, and fell into a deep sleep.

A kind guest heard about my situation and lent me his carriage.

"It's okay. My title is higher than Fili's. He won't make things difficult for me."

I left.

Did I leave?