Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The fresh air by the seaside swept the smell of the coming summer, blowing Dorothy's red hair. Today's Dorothy came to Marian's hut alone. Often at this time, Marian will show an inexplicable smile.

"Doris, ah, come into the room!" Marian drunkenly pulled her arm to let her into the room and grabbed the bottle of brandy in his cabinet. "Would you like some?"

"No, thank you for your kindness, Uncle Marian." Dorothy quickly waved her hand and refused. Until now, she still deeply remembers the embarrassment when she was drunk last time. It's really embarrassing!

"Okay, okay, forget it. It's a pity that it's such a good wine..." Marianne sat on the chair and poured himself a glass of brandy. "Come on, Dorothy, sit down to **. Don't be afraid of this story I'm going to tell you today. This is a story about vampires - do you know vampires, Dorothy?

"Of course I know, Uncle Marian, but I won't be afraid! Raphael said that those are all false, and it is impossible to appear in real life. They don't exist, do they? Dorothy said firmly.

Marian frowned: "If the uncle didn't hear it wrong because he was drunk, what you just said was... them?"

Dorothy nodded vigorously: "Yes, I'm saying that they are not wrong."

It's getting more and more interesting. Marian looked up and drank the brandy in the glass, stood up and poured another glass. As he poured wine, he asked Dorothy, "Oh? So what are 'they'? The uncle doesn't know yet. Tell the uncle and I'll listen to it.

"They are demons, vampires and gods." Dorothy pulled her fingers and said as she counted. She was shocked by Marian's laughter. She looked at him carefully, "What's the matter, Uncle Marian?"

"Your uncle is really joking!" Marian put down the wine glass, found a silver necklace with a cross from the cabinet, put it on Dorothy's slender white neck, looked at her carefully, and then patted her on the head. "After wearing this, you are really beautiful."

"Thank you for your compliment." Dorothy lowered her head with a blush.

Marian picked up the glass and sipped: "Dorothy, do you know what vampires are most afraid of? It's the cross! Your uncle is so relieved that you won't be caught by it, but I'm not sure! I like Dorothy the most. She comes to listen to my stories every day! So, I'll give you this necklace!"

"Is this true?" Dorothy smiled happily, jumping and jumping like a bird in the room. "Thank you! Thank you!"

"Alas, why are you so polite with my uncle?" Marian pretended to be angry and stared, and suddenly laughed again, "Okay, go home quickly, or your uncle will worry about you again."

Dorothy nodded and ran out quickly with her schoolbag on her back. Two braids flew up and down behind her head, highlighting the innocence and cuteness she should have at her age.

Before it was dark, as soon as the wall clock on the wall reached the fifth place, Dorothy ran into the bar breathlessly.

Raphael hurriedly poured a glass of water for her: "Isn't it good to walk back slowly? What are you running for? - Didn't you go to Marian's today?

"Go." Dorothy picked up the cup and drank the water. After drinking the water in the cup, she gently put it on the bar and pulled out the silver cross necklace from her clothes. "And Uncle Marian gave me this!"

Raphael's eyelids couldn't help but jump heavily. He half squatted down and looked carefully at her beautiful necklace, trying to hide his uneasiness in his heart: "So have you and Marian thanked?"

Dorothy nodded: "Of course."

At this time, a guest came in and sat in front of the bar and waved to Raphael: "Please give me a glass of wine."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Raphael walked to the bar with a smile on his face, took out the bottle of wine that had been treasured for many years from the cabinet, pulled out the cork, and slowly poured the wine into the glass: "Then, Dorothy, do you like it very much?"

"Well, yes, of course! I'm going to wear it all the time!" Dorothy's happy appearance made Raphael's hands shake heavily, and she almost didn't spill the wine. He smiled awkwardly at Dorothy and handed the poured wine to the guest sitting in front of the bar: "This is your wine."

"Raphael, I'm going upstairs to review my lessons." Dorothy flew upstairs and probably went to see her silver necklace again.

At this moment, there are few people in the bar. Fred doesn't know how long he will sleep in the damn coffin. At least he won't come out until dark. That's right.

Raphael sat on the chair, lying on the bar and was a little drowsy.

"Are those red eyes very beautiful?" I don't know when the other guests in the bar have left, leaving only the guest sitting in front of the bar. There are not a lot of wine drops in the goblet in front of him. As soon as his words were spoken, they attracted Raphael's attention. The guest was wearing a black coat and a black top hat, which covered his face and made people unable to see clearly.

"Why did you suddenly say such a thing?" Raphael became alert, but deliberately lay on the bar and talked to him intimately as if nothing had happened.

The guest took off his hat and turned out to be Claude!

God's killing! Damn it!

"My God!" Raphael never thought it would be Claude. He must have come to convince himself again! Every few decades, he will visit him unexpectedly like an old friend of his own, and every time he will bring a little surprise to himself. The last time I turned the flower planted by Raphael into a flying and barking black swan. The black feathers fell to the ground and laid two eggs for myself. This time, it was too much to sneak up on him at night, but Fortunately, it didn't leave Rafael much damage, otherwise he would have twisted off the bastard's head and kick it for Dorothy!

"What, are you surprised by my arrival?" Claude played with his top hat in his hand, and his gray eyes were bent like a small crescent moon. He looked very cute. No wonder he fascinated the hearts of many girls. From this point alone, Rafael has to admit that Claude and Fred are very similar.

"Enough, you know, you are not welcome here." Rafael turned around coldly, took out a plate from the cabinet and wiped it with a cloth.

Claude seemed to have been used to all the cold words of this awkward guy. He picked up the goblet, turned it into a bright red rose, reached out in front of Raphael, and shook gently: "My dear brother, this is for you."

"Well, what's the matter with you?" Raphael did not take the flower, but it was obvious that his face was milder than before.

Claude couldn't help laughing secretly. His brother is like a little girl. He will be unhappy without a gift. Of course, on the surface, he still looked harmless, turning the rose into a yellow bird, making it jump on his slender fingers, and calmly said to Raphael, "I want to live here."

"I won't agree." Raphael refused him without thinking about it. He didn't want a person who was in danger to Dorothy so close to her. In that case, he would be very worried about her. He had lived that kind of fearful life.

"My dear brother, please don't refuse me so soon, okay? Even if you think about it, you can refuse it. Claude stretched out his hands helplessly, and the little yellow bird immediately flew away from his fingers and circled in the room, falling down a lot of small yellow fluff, which made people feel upset. Raphael frowned and directly turned it into a small piece of wood and hit Claude's head. He kept screaming in pain.

"My dear brother, can't you treat me a little more gently?" Claude looked at him with some complaint, and his eyes were mixed with indescribable tenderness.

Raphael glanced at him and clicked the door of the bar impatiently: "It's already dark. You should go back."

Claude looked out. It was indeed dark, but he didn't want to end this beautiful conversation, which had never happened between him and Raphael.

"Raphael, I'm hungry. When shall we start dinner?" Dorothy came down from the attic. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Claude and was immediately stunned.

"Ah, what a beautiful cross!" Claude walked over with a smile, praising the necklace on Dorothy's chest.

"Thank you." Dorothy lowered her head with a blush, and Raphael almost shouted the famous saying, "Don't believe his nonsense". Unfortunately, Dorothy is still a little girl and can't resist such things like praise. She is excited to tell Claude the origin of the necklace like a little sparrow. And he also listened patiently, although her pure soul was so greedy that his saliva kept flowing down.

"My God!" When Fred saw the scene in front of him, he almost jumped up. He didn't go ast-eyed, did he? Raphael actually let Claude walk into the bar?! He was also allowed to be so close with Dorothy!

"I really want to tell you, Fred, the feelings you make are exactly the same. We are really good friends who know each other!" Raphael is still in the mood to joke here! Fred quickly walked over to the two of them, and Dorothy hurried forward: "Fred, look!"

She hadn't approached Fred yet. Fred had been shocked by the inexplicable sacred breath on her body. His body seemed to have been hit hard. He screamed and was forced out of the bar.

"It hurts! Damn it! What is that?" Fred got up from the ground angrily. Dorothy had run out of the bar and shouted at him. Something flashed on her neck. Fred's eyes suddenly widened, my God! Is that... a cross?!