The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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Leon looked completely innocent.

"Heh, very well, you wretched human, you're quite amusing! I'm going to kill you right now!"

After a moment of calm, Philippa's delicate face suddenly darkened.

what?

Leon was stunned.

That was too hasty; now I'm going to ruin myself.

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Chapter Six: Setting a Trap

Girl, you can't joke like that!

Leon was stunned.

I was too hasty just now; I never expected to anger Philippa. This is terrible; looks like I'll have to say goodbye to this awful world a little early.

but……

Logically speaking, Philippa shouldn't be able to kill me now, right? I don't think I need to panic.

After a brief moment of confusion, Leon quickly calmed down.

Judging from the timeline, Philippa is not yet an adult.

Before reaching adulthood, vampires generally do not drink human blood. They only taste human blood for the first time on their coming-of-age ceremony, after which their bodies begin to undergo a qualitative change.

At least... that's how vampires are in this world. I don't know about vampires in other worlds, though.

Now,

Judging from the conversation between Philippa and that man, this girl is not yet an adult, which means she is just scaring me and she will not actually do anything to me now.

At the very least, she'll wait until her coming-of-age ceremony a few days later before she goes under the knife and takes the first blood?

As he analyzed the situation, Leon suddenly calmed down.

In other words, as long as he can escape from here before Philippa's coming-of-age ceremony, he won't die!

But—escaping the vast thorn forest is easier said than done...

Well, what I should do now is to keep Philippa calm and find out when her coming-of-age ceremony is. That way, I can get a general idea of ​​how much time I have left to prepare.

Soon, Leon had a feasible plan in mind.

"Damn humans, if you have anything to say before you die, just say it. Consider it a merciful gift from me."

Philippa took several steps back and simply sat back on the large round bed. She crossed her legs high, her beautiful red eyes fixed on Leon, her pretty face full of icy coldness.

Raising his eyes, Leon bravely set his gaze on Philippa's delicate body, his eyes following her exquisite and beautiful bare feet upwards to her high-raised calves.

The gothic-style long skirt had layers cascading down, covering Philippa's heels when she was standing normally, almost completely enveloping her legs.

Therefore, even though Philippa was sitting with her legs crossed, it only caused her skirt to ride up slightly, revealing a small section of her round and smooth calves.

It was completely obscured, so Leon could only see a very empty view.

However, judging from her slender waist, her legs hidden under the skirt are probably not bad either.

Since he couldn't see anything, Leon simply stopped looking. He raised his gaze and fearlessly met Philippa's beautiful, icy eyes.

“My esteemed lady, I have no last words. Do as you please.”

Leon's gaze was firm, and he straightened his back as if he were a hero going to his death amidst the howling wind and the cold waters of the Yi River.

"Huh? You—aren't you afraid of dying?"

In Philippa's imagination, Leon should be a terrified coward at this moment. He would crawl in front of her like a lapdog, then kowtow and beg for mercy with snot and tears streaming down his face.

However, Leon's performance completely surprised Philippa. She couldn't see the slightest bit of fear in Leon's eyes, as if death was nothing more than a trivial matter like eating and drinking for him.

"I'm scared, I'm terrified."

Leon chuckled self-deprecatingly and replied, "Everyone wants to live a good life. Life is so short, only a few decades. Since we've come into this world once, why not live a little longer, pursue our own happiness, and do more meaningful things?"

Leon was acting, but not acting, because that was truly what he thought. However, in this world, he was just a villain destined to die. Just surviving was difficult enough; how could he dare to hope for happiness?

Alas, how tragic.

"If you're afraid, then why do you act as if you're not afraid of death at all?"

Philippa asked, puzzled.

Are all humans this strange?

No, that's not how you should say it!

In the past, humans were often captured and brought into the castle, but those humans would just cower and tremble.

Of all the humans Philippa has ever seen, this one is the most beautiful and unique.

"Life is precious, love is more precious, but freedom is the most precious of all. How could you possibly understand such a thing, young lady?"

Leon smiled. "Right now, I'm like a caged bird. I can no longer see the sky I dream of, so how can I have any hope of continuing to live?"

"Life is precious, love is more precious, but freedom is the most precious of all..."

Philippa softly recited the poem Leon had just spoken. Although the words in the poem were very simple, each time she read it, a feeling of excitement would intensify. It was undoubtedly a poem that, once it became popular, would become a household name and would very likely be remembered for a thousand years!

Suddenly, Philippa's eyes lit up. "Who wrote this poem?"

Of course, it was written by Sándor Petőfi, a liberal revolutionary, the founder of Hungarian national literature, and a Hungarian patriotic poet and hero!

Ahem, but to save his life, Leon had no choice but to shamelessly borrow Mr. Petőfi's poem.

After all, according to the original story, Philippa greatly admires talented people. Helena successfully won Philippa's heart with a poem praising a woman's beauty, so she should be able to give it a try too.

"It was me who did it, so what?"

Without batting an eye, Leon answered Philippa's question with righteous indignation.

"you?"

Philippa scrutinized Leon, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Is it really you?"

"Is this strange?"

Leon tried his best to maintain the demeanor of a scholar, looking directly at Philippa with neither arrogance nor servility, appreciating the subtle changes in expression on her beautiful face.

What is your educational background?

After a moment of silence, Philippa suddenly asked a question that Leon had often heard back on Earth.

"Graduated from the Imperial University of Fchester, Guberland".

Leon answered honestly.

"Guberland University!"

This is an extremely valuable degree!

Philippa jumped off the bed in surprise.

Leon's hair was a mess, and he was wearing the dirty, ugly, coarse linen prison uniform of the Fchester Empire. He didn't look like a graduate of the world's top university, Guberland University at all...

"What's your name? Are you a nobleman from Guberlan?"

Philippa continued.

“My name is Daniel, and my father is a baron of Fitcher.”

Leon answered calmly, having already considered the questions that might be asked.

As for Daniel, there is indeed such a person among the graduates of Guberland City and Guberland University. Leon had met him once at the Red Theatre, when he told him which room Raymond was in.

Let's just let him take the blame for us, since he's no good anyway.

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Chapter Seven: Forced to Become a Velvet Ball

"Daniel? Your father is a baron, and what about you?"

Philippa looked at Leon with a hint of skepticism.

“Reporting to Miss, the rules of the Fchester Empire state that one must be at least thirty years old to receive a title.”

Leon kindly reminded him, "I can only be considered a young master of the Baron's mansion, a future baron."

"Don't be so clever—I already knew."

Philippa had an expression of sudden realization on her face, but what she said was quite different.

So how old are you?

Philippa changed the subject.

"I've already turned twenty, and in a few months it will be my ancestral memorial service, then I'll be twenty-one. But I don't think I'll ever be twenty-one in my life, do you agree, Miss?"

Leon smiled wryly at Philippa. He wasn't lying about his age; he was simply stating his own. After all, Leon wouldn't bother to find out Daniel's age or birth date.

"That's not necessarily true. If you can successfully please me, I might not kill you."

Philippa spoke meaningfully.

"What do you mean by this, Miss?"

Leon felt there was hope; after hearing what Philippa said, he might actually have a chance to survive.

What I mean is, if you don't want to die, find a way to please me and prove your worth.

Philippa smiled slightly, and then walked gracefully from the bedside to Leon's side, stopping about half a meter away. She gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, leaned forward slightly, and her blood-red eyes gleamed with a mischievous light.

"In that case, I might consider giving you an Embrace, making you my most loyal servant. You know—to be a member of my Cooper family is such a great fortune."

At this point, Philippa gave a mischievous laugh.

Her laughter was mesmerizing, clear, and, to be honest, very pleasant to hear.

Tsk,

The Embrace?!

Lucky my foot!

Leon knew a little about vampires.

The Embrace of a vampire is achieved by exchanging blood, turning a human into a vampire.

Those who become vampires through the Embrace of a Vampire will become the slave of the other party, and will almost never be able to escape the other party's control for their entire lives.

However, from another perspective, it can also be understood as the other party's offspring.

After all, after the first embrace, the blood flowing through your veins will be the blood of the other person.

Leon didn't want to become a vampire, much less a slave to anyone, or like the male characters in Xiao Luo's reading who gave up their dignity and willingly became a weak, submissive vampire princess, the offspring of a vampire.

If he could, Leon would just want to be a normal and free human being, or perhaps a "god"? That would be nice too.

Although Leon doesn't yet understand what the gods of this world are like, he guesses they can't possibly be like the immortal cultivation novels on Earth, where they can discuss cultivation in a higher plane, flirt with fairy sisters, weave beautiful futures for them, and trick them into bed for dual cultivation and mutual benefit.

True cultivation of immortality and the attainment of godhood must be brutal.

Cultivation resources are limited, so if you want to climb up the ranks, you have to seize resources from your competitors, which means you can't avoid having blood on your hands.

Like those fantasy novels on Blue Star, with lines like "Resurrect, my love!", emmm... Leon thinks these are just romanticizing the cultivation of immortality.

"Why do you look so unwilling? Do you know how many humans beg for my embrace? You now have a chance to become a superior being, to shed your filthy human bloodline, and to become a new vampire. What a rare and precious opportunity this is."

Philippa's slightly annoyed voice pulled Leon back from his thoughts of his distant homeland.

"No, I'm just so happy that I don't know how to smile to express my joy. Anyway, thank you, dear and beautiful lady."

Listen to me say thank you because of you...

Leon quickly composed himself and replied immediately.