Once upon a time, a few years ago, in the police station of Night Wind City.

It's a snowy night now, the cold wind is howling, making people shiver from the cold. The cold wind passes through the gaps in the windows, and the slightest chill that penetrates makes people shrink their necks and wish they could stay under the quilt or next to the stove.

Fortunately, there is a fireplace in the police station. Nightwind City's official funds are sufficient, enough for every guard to wear a plush fur coat. The interior of the police station is filled with high-quality dry firewood and charcoal. The fireplace can be used anytime and anywhere.

They all radiate heat, and the warm, straight people feel like dozing off while holding their teacups.

Especially in winter, the patrol officers are too lazy to go out. They all hold hot cocoa and wait in the room to interrogate the criminal they just caught.

The prisoner was a little girl who looked to be only seven or eight years old.

"Name."

"K. Nana."

"Your tattoo? Are you a sinner? How old are you?"

"Yes, I am fifteen years old."

"Why jail? What about the criminal history?"

"Stealing, robbing, organizing gangs."

The girl, who was about seven or eight years old, had her hands handcuffed to the wall and was squatting on the ground. The guards were scattered in the room, two of them were playing cards, and three of them were eating together. They were eating delicious meat pies.

It was steaming in the hand, and the little girls couldn't help but feel their throats trembling as they watched. Only one of them seemed to have lost a game of cards, so she was sent here to take notes.

"No prostitution?" The guard who was recording seemed surprised.

"No..." the little girl replied dully.

"For people like you, this is really strange." The guard marveled, and then wrote the word "child prostitute" on the record.

"Okay, now that the transcript is done, I'll take her to the jail. You guys wait a moment! I'll have it done by then!" He greeted the two card players, pulled the little girl, and went straight to her.

Brought into the dungeon.

In fact, there are not so many swords and swords in the world, but more of trivial gangsters, thieves unions, and gangsters. In fact, most of them just eat, sleep, fight, and steal. After being caught, they will be imprisoned for two days, pay a sum of money, and then be arrested again.

Let it out.

The cycle goes back and forth.

In fact, the guards are reluctant to kill these gangsters. Every time they go out for a sweep, they will get a net income, which is the bulk of their income.

As for things like collecting protection fees, robbing, stealing, and bullying civilians, does that count?

The common people don't give them money.

The little girl was brought down below. Unlike the warm room above, the dungeon used for temporary detention seemed very cold. The guard exhaled a white breath and seemed to feel very uncomfortable. He hurriedly locked the person in, and then hurriedly returned

In the warm room above.

The little girl was imprisoned in a deep magic prison, and all professionals were imprisoned here to prevent prison escape.

It’s not the people that are getting better, it’s the money.

There are vents in the dungeon to prevent the air from accumulating so much that the prisoners cannot breathe, but there is no heating equipment, so the cold wind blows in from the vents. Most of the prisoners stay alone in their cells, huddled and waiting for the gang.

The people inside took them out. It was a bit cold, but they would be fine if they held on for a few days.

But that girl was different. She put her hands on her head, showing a painful expression, and wanted to move her body, but her hands and feet were shackled, and there was an iron collar around her neck. It was cold winter, and there was only a few layers on her thin body.

There was only a piece of dirty rag, which could barely be called clothing, but it was certainly not enough to keep out the cold.

She looked gloomy because she knew that no one would come to redeem her this time.

About a month later.

The little girl was lying in a dirty cage. The food here was only enough for the prisoners to survive, but in winter, it was still too little, but she still survived, probably because of her bloodline.

No one will come to ransom her, but no one cares about her. There are enough cells, and it seems that she will not live long. She will be dragged out when she dies.

Just as she was dying, a clanging sound suddenly sounded outside, as if she was knocking on the railing with a short stick.

Bang, bang! The middle-aged man with a long beard holding a steel rod knocked hard on the cage. The sound came again, making the little girl raise her head with difficulty to see who was outside.

Outside was a middle-aged man, who looked like a professional guard, and behind him was a richly dressed young man, looking at the little girl with a smile.

Seeing the little girl's direct gaze, the middle-aged man pushed open the door and walked in. He picked up a short stick and hit the dying girl lying on the ground several times with the stick. His voice was muffled and he couldn't even moan.

.

After making sure that the girl did not look up again, he turned to face the young man and said with a flattering smile: "Master, this person is really not that good. How about we change her? Some are prettier and gentler than her."

The young man was noncommittal and said nothing. He took a step forward, squatted in front of the little girl, and asked, "I heard them say that you are very powerful? You destroyed a small gang by yourself?"

The girl wanted to raise her head, but the middle-aged man pulled the chain around her neck, making a clicking sound, and she was forced to lower her head.

But she still nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes..."

"Why do you do this? If you hadn't gone, you wouldn't be here now." The boy asked.

"They...killed my family." The girl replied in a low voice.

"You call the people in your gang family? It's interesting. By the way, I can redeem you so that you don't have to die here, but you have to be my bodyguard, how about that?" the young man said.

"...I still have a few people I haven't killed yet," the girl whispered.

"You can do anything you want, as long as you are loyal to me." The boy stroked the girl's hair, which was full of dust because it had not been washed for a long time, and mixed with hair oil and turned into dirt.

"I promise you."

In the dungeon, the faint moonlight shone through the ventilation holes and shone on the ground. The girl let out a faint roar aimlessly, and her voice gradually became lower and lower until it stopped completely.

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"Nanai, Nanai! Get up! You're still sleeping. The horses are already up and you haven't gotten up yet! You little lazy fool, the porridge will get cold soon!"

The winter sun shines warmly on the carriage compartment. The carriage is crowded and full of goods. These are the things that are to be transported from Lalante to Nightwind City, and they are now outside Nightwind City.

"Hmm..." Nana rubbed her eyes. For a high-level vampire who is accustomed to activities at night, jet lag is really a very unpleasant thing.

"Get up... don't rush me!" She reluctantly stood up and stretched.

The girl's slender waist, slender legs, and what only high-level vampires can have, that fair to transparent skin, are unfortunately hidden in the cargo compartment and cannot be appreciated by others.

The only drawback is that half of her originally pretty face is covered in tattoos.

But she didn't think anything was wrong. She skillfully untied her hair and covered half of her face, then quickly got up and got dressed.

A traveler's outfit includes thick-soled leather boots, woolen trousers, a tough belt, a shirt and a jacket, and a cloak with a hood. It is very suitable for long walks outside to keep warm from the cold. The cloak can also be used to keep out the rain, or to be used in critical moments.

Put it down and turn it into a package, or cover it on your body at night to prevent catching cold. Wrapping yourself tightly makes you look 300% ugly.

She still looks young, only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she is already a twenty-year-old girl. The life span of vampires is much longer than that of humans, which makes their development speed slower.

Running out all the way, she greeted outside with a smile: "Uncle Data! I'm up, shall we go? Going to the city today?"

A burly craftsman was holding a hammer. He was the only one in the entire convoy who had mastered the cement manufacturing method. He was a level 3 craftsman: "The convoy cannot enter the city. Today you and the gang of boys go in, sell everything, and then

Let’s do some shopping, we can buy some more meat, and we’ll leave for the Royal City right away, everyone should eat well.”

"Okay, buy more meat and sell everything. Is there anything else?" Nana was packing her things. The convoy couldn't enter the city, so they had to move the big boxes in with their hands and shoulders. This had to be done early.

prepare for.

"Orgen, record page, Shane, Moyus! I'm leaving first, you guys carry the box. I can't lift this thing. I have to go in to find a buyer from the Chamber of Commerce. You guys hurry up and carry the things in."

But Nana packed up her things and ran to the city.

The few craftsmen whose names she called were all relatively young craftsmen. The oldest one was in his thirties and the youngest one was the same age as Nana. As soon as these people heard this, they put down their things and ran after her: "That bitch! He ran away again."

!Every time there is physical work, you run! Come back!"

"Don't run!"

"Hurry up and chase her! Don't let her run away! Otherwise we will have to fight in again!"

It's a pity that these craftsmen's skills couldn't catch up with Night Familia 3. Nana disappeared as soon as she hid in the shadow world, faster than the flash spell.

What a joke, those boxes were so heavy that she wouldn't move them! Those craftsmen hammered and hammered all over their muscles in a day, so of course they had to do the physical work.

Whistling and paying the entry fee, she returned to this familiar city.

After her bloodline was purified, she looked different from before, and she had also grown a lot. She was at least ten centimeters taller than before, and her breasts were also puffed up a lot.

She knew that it just didn't bloom before, and the nutrition kept up with the growth!

Night Wind City is a small city, and there are not many chambers of commerce here. Apart from the Glow Halls that are spread everywhere, there is only one local Silver Bell Chamber of Commerce that can be considered powerful. This chamber of commerce started in the timber business, and now it is

It covers all aspects of Nightwind City. Unlike Lalante's United Chamber of Commerce, they do not compete with the Hall of Glow. Instead, they join hands to control the commercial operations of the entire city.

Walking on the street, humming a song relaxedly, Nana said to herself, "Well~, I have to go find someone from the Silver Bell Chamber of Commerce to sell the things, so let's contact them first, and let me take a look... the door of the Chamber of Commerce

It’s at…”

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "Nana?"
Chapter completed!