Trafford’s Trading Club

They're eating a piece of cake that's milled to powder with blue algae, and they're not talking, making the cave look so quiet.

They are [Norman] and [Beeches], men and women who have been expelled.

“She's a monster.” The man suddenly said, "Just like her brother... even worse. ”

- Monster... Who is it?

“I can't remember what he looked like.” The woman lowered her head and said softly, like some kind of blame, resentment: "I haven't even seen one before, you took it away... and took it away! Then kill him! ”

All of a sudden, she got excited, and her voice seemed like a thunderbolt in a tiny cave.

“Keep your voice down, you want to wake her... this monster!” The man said eagerly that he even went forward, covering the woman's mouth and staring her in the eye.

- Monster... who?

“She!" the woman looked unconsciously with a slight panic: it was made of hay and some skins and algae, like a small bed in a nest.

- Monster... Who is it?

Little bed, a pair of eyes covered under the skin of a beast... bent like a crescent moon, unlike the eyes of a human eye, measuring them in a hole.

“What do you want to do? Norman?!” Women suddenly became frightened.

The man suddenly got up, with a cold face, and walked up to [her]... and he raised a bone axe made of bone on his hand.

She knew what a man wanted to do, screaming, “You're crazy! ”

“We're gonna die!” The man pressed his voice and said, "She's a monster! ”

As soon as the voice fell, the man bit his teeth and reached out and pulled out [her] skin from the nest, lifting it up.

“Look closely, like this! That's the monster! ”

[She] has gray skins, cracked mouth, a clearly visible tooth like serrated teeth... crescent-like curved eyes, not even a normal person's nose...

- Monster... it's me.

“See clearly?” The man's voice improved a bit, and he lifted [her] high... his arm was trembling at the same time.

He's actually scared, scared of things he doesn't even know.

Finally, the man lifted the bone axe in his hand.

“No...! ”

The woman sounded sad, frightened, and even anxious. She hugged her man and shook her head violently and said: "No, Norman... look carefully! Please take a good look! Look at this child, she is not a monster at all... Look, look! ”

“Crazy.” Men are saddened to think that women are no longer able to think properly… but he loves her after all, otherwise he will not be willing to leave her place of residence and accompany her.

He could barely look up at [her] last glance… The last glance, as the last apology that he could not bear: [Father].

Just look at this one last time, then... forget it.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the one who had his back neck pinched by him… [She].

“This is... our...” He marveled at the scene he saw in front of him, as if all the real and false things were mixed together, "Our child! ”

He threw away the bone axe in his hand and held [her] directly in his arms. He looked at the woman excitedly, "Look! Beaches! This is our child, she is not a monster! She's normal! Ha-ha-ha!! Normal!”

Women cry with joy.

They hugged each other, [she] in their arms, slowly cracked open the mouth covered with serrated teeth, like a smile.

- Turns out, you can make others like you...

……

……

The girl's mind was restored some time ago, and Donnie had not been seen.

It's just that the murder weapon that cut her countless knives was casually thrown on the ground... and the girl was somewhat hesitant to see how she could wake up.

She suddenly felt something different coming from all over her body… she looked up and saw a scene she had never understood.

There was just a heart that wasn't beating very well, and it was hanging over her head... and there was a dark red muscle fiber-like thing growing out of the blood vessels in the heart chamber.

These fibers are like a web woven together, and Buzzby's heart, right in the center of the web, then more muscle fibers grow out of the other atrium and spread to the girl's own body.

Covered all the wounds cut out of her by Tang Knife… Sticked to the muscle fibers on the wound even developed a lot of flagella that penetrated her body little by little.

The blood that she had splattered when she was chopped up could no longer be seen on the ground.

The spilled blood was absorbed little by little and sent back to the girl's body… the ability of vampires to control the blood.

But this is not a teenage girl's ability —— it's this heart that's about to pause, the last force.

It is not only the collection of the blood lost by the teenage girl, but also the source of the most essence left in the heart, which is also entered into the teenage girl's body.

It doesn't beat very much anymore, as if it had left the heart of an ordinary person with a refrigerating effect and turned dark red. It's not fresh, it even has a slight odor, and perhaps even begins to rot inside.

But it makes people squeeze out the last drop of blood that comes from it.

It's like a drop of water on a bell milkstone… a drop, at the bottom of that atrium, slightly swollen.

The girl watched this scene quietly... she didn't have the face of a normal person, so even if she knew what to do to make her mood feel right now, she couldn't do it.

Maybe, but you need to look like someone else... there's nothing you can do because [she]... is a monster.

Not only does it suck human blood, but it even sucks vampire blood while eating other people's happiness monsters.

When the last drop of blood in her heart was extruded and then dripped, the teenage girl subconsciously extended her tongue tip and she instinctively accepted it.

Finally, the blood drips onto the tip of the girl's tongue and her heart rots completely… the muscle fibers that adhere to the wall peel off together. With the passing of the last sperm of blood, this heart will die completely - and with everything in Busby, there will be no more residue.

It could not even be reborn with the blood pool of the clan.

He is now truly dead.

The girl reached out her hands and dropped this heart... but it suddenly became a putrid substance in her palm, eventually falling from between her fingers.

[She] will eventually slowly swallow this last drop of sperm blood in her mouth, without saying a word.

Looks like it's been a long time.

The girl slowly stood up and walked out of the room silently - from here on out, she didn't look like anyone else.

[She] walked into the world again, using what she was when she came to the world... the streets, cold and clear, everywhere were traces of destruction.

Difficult and seemingly able to hear some fighting.

It was human resistance to vampires - ancient descendants coming out on the other side of the high wall, chasing the remnants of the vampires.

Whether those inferior or even ungraded vampires of the inspection team or the elite of the patrol… this is a time of stagnation.

They have lost the support of their superior nobles who have long lost their lives under the flames of revenge of Mehra, even Lord Bazbi, who temporarily assumed clan power, has disappeared at this moment.

They are like headless flies, without any effective command - and the ancient races across the street have increasingly horrific weapons… powerful weapons of all kinds.

And Mehra… this is a woman like Death, harvesting their lives in the dark.

Some of the naturalized humans who were already working in [the farm], with the speech of a woman named Amanda, had long since developed the idea of falling back.

This is actually what they are, because they have tried their best to become adults and have experienced the impact of [the truth] … Most of them have the same idea of Renace.

But the kids... [Crops] are different.

They haven't experienced this, and they don't know how it really makes a difference from [devotion] to [food] alone. They have no idea what [mating farm] does, but they know what [slaughterhouse] means, but they don't know that slaughter is actually one of them, some… some, maybe all of them.

[Crops] They started wandering in disfigured streets... they cried or laughed or walked in disfigurement, but they didn't know where they were going.

Teenage girls walking down the street as they were… walking silently from these children at this time.

No child has noticed her presence... and [she] has not stopped for a moment because of that child... the sound of the struggle has gradually become faint - the scale of the vampires who represent the [Torrido] clan has become less and less resistant.

As you can imagine… vampires are extremely difficult to produce - they are not too many.

But unlike humans, there are many people liberated from [mating farms], and even more from [slaughterhouses].

In this war, humans took an absolute numerical advantage - and they possessed a divine weapon against vampires.

But who cares about these things... the teenage girl thinks in silence.

[She] still walked forward, seemed to be looking for something... [She] always felt like she was about to find it, but something was missing.

Soon after, the girl saw Donnie again, [she] paused for a moment.

But Donnie doesn't seem to know [her], doesn't remember [her], just hip-hopping around the streets - like she always does, she greets [the farm] … everyone in town with a full energy.

It's just that she's dirty at the moment, her favorite nightdress is covered in dust and blood, and her hair is messy.

But her laughter is like an infection… it seems to be the only sound that can be heard by children who are already insane.

So they started following Donnie... gradually, more and more.

Donnie laughed like a shepherd playing a flute in some myth... and they started to turn into a bunch behind Donnie.

They were laughing, wandering on broken streets, talking about things they used to say on weekdays, as if nothing had happened, as usual.

[She] watched them follow Donnie, go away like this, then gradually disappear on the street... [She] suddenly felt that this would be the last time she saw these children.

They disappear now, and that is true… disappear into something more real and false than real - finally, the last figure is invisible.

[She] did not take steps this time, but turned around slowly.

The young girl saw Lochu disappear not long ago again... as if he had been waiting for [her] here long ago.

Or [she] took the initiative to find him this time.

This time the young girl is not calling Boss Lo a noble master, [she] even became very quiet, not a hint of [Mina] this person's naughty sense of skinness.

Probably the reason it's back to the way it was.

“This taste… what is it called?” [She] looked up and completely bent her eyes looked like they had no eyeballs, just two curved lines.

Boss Luo walked into [her] - he looked at what the young girl was holding in her hands, a pile of residue that couldn't even be called rotten meat.

He said slowly: "When you take blood from [crops] that have been reclaimed by higher nobility, the [people] that you use, what do you think… they need? ”

“Happy taste.” [She] has hardly any consideration… because [she] knows this too well.

Since birth, [she] has been able to focus on weird things… [she] is like a human being, has human things, but also like a vampire, has vampire things… [she] is a monster.

Boss Lo shook his head, "I think it's called the real smell. ”

[She] immediately rebutted: “But it's all a lie, everything is just a fiction. ”

“Fake things can be more real than real things.” Lochu said softly.

“Like them... Donnie?” [She] looked at the children and Donnie's disappeared at the end of the street once again if she thought about it... and couldn't see anything anymore.

Boss Lo nodded: “For Busby, even if you're not the illegal real Mina... what does it matter? To him you are no different from the real Mina... to him you are already real. So it's not that the taste is spoiled, but that's what it's supposed to taste like. Not by substituting, substituting, or even stealing, but by the smell that exists for you… ”

“Delicious...” [She] raised her head and opened her teeth slightly like serrations, making a hard to hear sound.

Lo Qiu asked softly, "Name? ”

[She] shook her head, "No... never. ”

“Then call it Mina.” Lochu suddenly said.

[She] silenced for a moment, slowly lifted the heart residue on her hands, placed it on her lips, bit by bit chewed up, “It's the real taste...”

Then she... Mina burst into tears with a smile.