Chapter 7

Chapter 7

There is something on Dorothy's neck. Fred's eyes suddenly widened, my God! Is that... a cross?!

"Stop! Stop it!" Fred stepped back and said, "Dorothy, don't come to me again!"

"Why, Fred, what happened?" Dorothy had never heard Fred speak to herself in such a disgusting tone. For a moment, she couldn't react and her eyes turned red.

"No reason, anyway, don't come over again!" Fred took another step back, and he almost wanted to climb the big tree beside him to escape the fear. He doesn't want to disappear, and he doesn't want to disappear like this.

"Fred, what did I do wrong? What are you going to do?" Dorothy lowered her head and sobbed, "So can I apologize to you? Please don't do this again."

She thought that Fred would run over and hug her as usual, sweetly calling herself "little angel", but he didn't. Not only that, but also kept retreating. How disgusting he was!

"Raphael!" Dorothy cried and ran back to the bar, leaving a sigh of relief, Fred outside. Life is more important than anything else, at least that's what he thinks now.

Dorothy cried and rushed into Raphael's arms: "Raphael, come and help me!" Fred, he seems to hate me very much. What should I do, Raphael?

"Honey, he doesn't hate you." Raphael gently wiped away her tears and gently raised the cross on her neck with his fingers. "He hates this."

"So do I have to take it off?" Dorothy hesitated a little. She liked the necklace so much, but in the same way, she didn't want to lose Fred because of it. In her mind, he is her family.

Before Rafael's answer, Claude, who had been watching the play, answered first, "Of course not, dear, your Uncle Fred, he will understand that you like this necklace."

"Really?" Dorothy looked at Claude with tears in her eyes, looking forward to his affirmative answer. Of course, Claude was not a disappointing person. He nodded hard to show how sure he was about his answer.

What a hell! If vampires can accept the cross, then this is really the most strange thing in the world!

Raphael rubbed his eyebrows and walked over and pushed Claude's shoulder: "Leave quickly! I don't want to repeat the same words again!"

"I know I know." Claude turned his head and smiled at Raphael, "But Dorothy doesn't want me to leave, does she? He wants me to stay with her, don't you think, Dorothy?

Dorothy's cheeks turned red and she nodded gently. Looking at what she means, it seems that it is impossible to get rid of Cloud.

"If you are homeless, please stay!" Dorothy said so, and she really thought so in her heart, but Raphael didn't seem to want Claude to stay. Dorothy squeezed her mouth and pulled his sleeve. "Please, Raphael, please let Claude stay. He looks very pitiful."

Poor? He is pitiful?! This is the funniest joke Rafael has ever heard! God knows what a luxurious castle this guy lives in. There are many servants alone, not to mention those hateful and dirty watchdogs? He wants to stay in such a bar and is willing to be a tramp or a bard. Who can control him?

"Dorothy, listen to me say to me that it's not that I don't want to keep him, but that there is really no extra room for him to live in, do you understand?" In front of Dorothy, Raphael always pretended to be close. He half squatted, took Dorothy's little hand, and pretended to be embarrassed.

"Then if there is an extra room, you will definitely let him stay, is that right, Raphael?" Dorothy's red eyes looked at Raphael, with a faint cunning meaning in it.

Raphael nodded without thinking: "Of course."

"Then that's great, Raphael!" Dorothy clapped her hands, took Claude's hand and walked to the back door of the bar. "I know there are more than three rooms in the attic of the bar!"

Raphael really wanted to hit the wall. He had hidden the room very well. How did this little guy know?

"I told her." Fred didn't dare to walk in until Dorothy left. Oh, my God! The thing about the cross made his head hurt!

"I've said it many times, don't use mind reading to me!" Fred can easily get his inner thoughts every time, which really makes him extremely uncomfortable and often annoys him and Fred for a while.

"Oh, my God! I just used a little mind reading for you. Are you yelling at me like this? But now there is a person who wants my life!" Fred roared unwillingly, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Fred..." Raphael was a little sorry and wanted to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him, but he dexterously dodged: "Oh, don't touch me!"

"I swear it's definitely not done by Claude!" Raphael took out a bottle of blood specially preserved for Fred, took out a goblet, pulled out the cork, and slowly poured it into the cup, "Would it be better to drink some?"

"Thank you." Fred sat listlessly in front of the bar and drank all the blood in the cup. Suddenly, he couldn't beat his breath. With a hard force in his hand, the goblet was immediately pinched into powder by him. The glass slag cut his palm, leaving scars and flowing blood out, but the blood had not flowed down, and the wound had healed. "But who can To assure me that he didn't meet Dorothy before that? Who can guarantee it?"

"Fred..." Raphael also gradually fell into meditation.

Yes, who can prove it?

Raphael sighed heavily and looked out of the window.

In the still cold spring day, dark clouds cover the dim moonlight, leaving only a gloomy sky, which can't blow away or disperse. It seems that you can faintly hear the sound of wolves howling.

I always feel sorry for Dorothy's red hair, and I have to judge her every once in a while, which makes Dorothy unhappy.

What a rude guy!

Dorothy sat back in her seat sullenly, playing with her fingers, and frowned together.

"Dorosy, are you unhappy?" Pierre squeezed his mouth and walked to Dorothy, feeling a little uneasy, always afraid that she would ignore him.

"Yes, Ben always laughs at the color of my hair." Dorothy held her chin and pouted, "If he had such red hair, he wouldn't laugh at me like this anymore!" Well, I really hope he can have it, even if it's just for a moment.

"I won't have it!" I don't know when I came over. When I heard her words, I sneered at it and made a face at her. Dorothy's face turned red. This time, Ben laughed more presumptuously: "It's you, Dorothy, not only her hair is red, but her eyes are red, but now even her face is red!" Oh, Christmas roast suckling pig! Haha!"

Dorothy's eyes began to shed tears, hitting the table one by one. Pierre hurriedly turned his head to stop Ben: "Enough, Ben, don't say any more!"

"All right, Pierre! Don't pretend to be a good person at this time!" He glanced at him disdainfully, "Didn't you say before that she was like a carrot? I think you just like this red roast suckling pig! Oh, oh, oh! Pierre likes red-haired Dorothy! Haha! Come and have a look! Haha!"

Dorothy looked up at Pierre in anger and surprise. He lowered his head in embarrassment and raised his hand to grab his yellow hair. To explain something, she had stood up and ran out.

"You've gone too much!" Pierre looked at her back disappointedly. When he thought that the culprit was Ben, Pierre was angry and punched Ben with a freckled face.

Two thin little boys immediately fought. They didn't know that something called danger was approaching them...