Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Raphael was shocked. How could she know that Fred was a vampire?! Fred is not stupid enough to tell her about this, is he?

He tried his best to suppress the surprise and doubt in his heart. He put Dorothy's hand next to his lips and looked at her gently: "Dorothy, who did you hear about this? It's impossible. It's a ridiculous thing, you know? If Fred knew that you said so, it would make him sad. All right, Dorothy, have breakfast quickly. Don't think about it.

"No, no, Raphael, listen to me!" The memory of last night slowly recovered in Dorothy's mind. Tears couldn't help but fall down and scratched her cheek. She snuggled her little face in Raphael's arm and choked, "You know, Raphael, last night, I actually saw Fred with a pair of sharp teeth!" Isn't that the characteristic of vampires? Moreover, he is afraid of the cross..."

Dorothy sat up, curled up her legs, and cried. If she could, she didn't want the person closest to her to the vampire. How could that kind of thing exist in this world? That's disgusting! That's disgusting!

"Doris..." Raphael held her in his arms. It seemed that what happened last night was the little angel that scared him. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. You must be wrong. It's just Fred's tiger teeth."

"No, Raphael!" Dorothy shook her head hard, and tears flew with her. She told Raphael what happened yesterday, and her fingers unconsciously stroked her neck. It's really strange. Why is there no wound on the neck? Yesterday, the man bit himself...

"Doris." A trace of unbearance flashed in Raphael's eyes. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to erase his memory of Dorothy, but he couldn't watch Dorothy become more and more estranged from them. So he took Dorothy's shoulder and said to her warmly, "That's just a dream you made, Dorothy."

"No, Raphael! What I said is true! Please! Believe me!" Dorothy cried even more. She threw herself into his arms and grabbed his shirt. Tears kept flowing out like a flood.

Raphael sighed, raised his hand, and snapped his finger in front of her eyes. Dorothy's bright red eyes suddenly became empty: "Dolores, the things you just said are just a nightmare for you. In fact, they don't exist. Now you are hungry. After breakfast, go to bed quickly. Come on, don't forget, you're sick."

As soon as the voice fell, Dorothy mechanically took the breakfast handed over by Raphael and swallowed stiffly. After breakfast, she lay back and fell asleep.

Raphael stood up, sighed heavily, then walked out of her small bedroom, walked to her school, and asked for leave for her.

Raphael can't really erase Dorothy's memory, including Pierre's. All he can do is to modify their memory, and the real memory will always surface, just a matter of time. I hope it can last longer.

There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky, and occasionally a few birds fly by. However, Raphael has no intention of looking at all. In his eyes, the blue sky has long been dirty.

Claude and others can't be suppressed anymore.

Summer is coming. Will Christmas be far away?

Unconsciously, it has arrived in May, and the weather has begun to become sultry. The feeling of summer comes one step ahead of schedule, just like danger, hiding in the dark anytime and anywhere waiting for the opportunity to move.

"Sir." A small voice came from under the bar. Raphael, who was drowsy, suddenly woke up. Seeing that it was Pierre, he gently touched his hair: "Are you coming to visit Dorothy?"

"Yes, sir." Pierre replied timidly.

Raphael pointed to the door leading to the attic: "She's upstairs."

"Thank you, sir." Pierre smiled politely and ran upstairs excitedly.

Dorothy has been resting at home. Raphael doesn't even know the time. He spends day after day in a muddle, and seems to go back to the old days.

"Hey, Raphael, long time no see! Since you hit Claude hard, I haven't had time to come and talk to you. Marian walked into the bar with a smile, "Can you pour me a glass of wine?"

"Oh, I'm really sorry. Dirty is not welcome here... well... the arrival of creatures." Raphael's smile gradually became cold, and he couldn't wait to erase any existence that might hurt Dorothy immediately. So he is now extremely regretful of why he didn't tear Marian to pieces when he went crazy?

"Your attitude has changed so fast." Marian sighed pretentiously and looked upstairs, "Is Dorothy okay?"

"Bless you, I didn't die." Raphael's face became colder. Just because of the damn werewolves and those boring demons, Dorothy rested at home for three days! He will return all these to them on Christmas Day, which can be regarded as Christmas gifts for them.

"Don't do this, Raphael, my old buddy!" The helplessness on Marian's face is so natural that it doesn't seem to be disguised, but Raphael is not going to believe in werewolves or Claude's demons. He has had enough of this. No one will fall twice in the same trap. Unfortunately, Marian didn't care about his expression and even reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, relax! We have known each other for a long time, haven't we? Don't you know who I am, Raphael? I'm not that bad!"

"No one can make this conclusion before Christmas comes." Raphael was patted on the shoulder by Marian and pointed mercilessly to the door of the bar. "Mr. Marian, please leave! I don't like dirty things that make the place I just cleaned dirty.

"Hey, I said Raphael, can't we talk about it again? Just like before." Marian's eyes were extremely sincere, but obviously Raphael didn't eat this. He waved his hand: "I don't think there is anything to talk about between us. As for the past? I think I just know you, Mr. Marian.

"Okay." Marian sighed and opened the door of the bar. "Since you hate me so much, I can only leave. Have a good day."

Raphael doesn't even bother to give him a "Yes". Such a boring person doesn't know what his purpose is when he comes to the bar. Forget it, as long as he doesn't cause substantial damage to Dorothy, the rest is up to him.

"Sir, is there any misunderstanding between you and Uncle Marian?" Pierre didn't know when he stood at the stairs and looked at himself. Maybe in his mind, maybe in the eyes of the whole town, the old bachelor Marian was an honest man. Poor people are still in the dark by his acting skills.

"There is a point that I am biased against him." Raphael turned his head and smiled at him, but did not deny what he said.

"Sir, why, why do I always have a trace of fear for Uncle Marian?" Pierre frowned. Obviously, he was very worried about this problem. You know, Uncle Marian was very kind to him and Dorothy.

Of course, although the memory has been modified, the shock left on the soul will not be reduced at all. Raphael doesn't want to discuss this issue anymore. Talking more will only make Pierre remember that horrible night more quickly. He walked over and put his arm around Pierre's shoulder: "Hey, Pierre, are you going home? It's a good choice to leave after listening to the last story.

Pierre recovered from his troubles, and Mumu replied, "Oh, okay, sir."

But that matter still lingered in his heart and lingered.