When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 892: Chapter 266: The Escaping Blood Slave

Dimitri and Paul were almost dragged embarrassingly into the first-class cabin.

Visible fear appeared on their faces, yet surprisingly they put up no resistance… Instead, their faces turned ashen and their bodies stiff.

—This was their first time entering the first-class cabin.

Compared to the cabin they shared with over a dozen people that reeked of various complex odors… this first-class cabin was like a luxuriously decorated lodge. There were deep red soft carpets, expensively made wooden desks that were highly prone to moisture damage at sea, and a large array of various books. Moreover, there was a luxurious sofa that could accommodate at least five people, as well as a built-in private bathroom and washroom. And this was just the outer hall; the bedroom was in a further room inside.

The butler’s frosty gaze swept over them and then he pronounced coldly:

“You will stay here.”

Then, the butler turned and walked toward the inner rooms.

After he left, Dimitri turned his pleading gaze to Paul.

He lowered his voice, whispering in a very low breath, “What should we do now… Should we run?”

“Run?”

Paul glanced at him and replied in a normal voice — even slightly louder than speaking: “There’s no escape.”

“Keep your voice down—”

Dimitri got startled and urgently pled.

But Paul continued nonchalantly: “That person is at least a Fourth Level Transcendent… Do you think about escaping in the presence of that kind of being?

“Let me remind you, this ship is a sealed space — or do you want to jump into the sea and feed the fish?”

“—Why run?”

At that moment, a childish yet slightly husky voice sounded.

That husky tone, almost like a whispering Demon in one’s ear, carried a magical charm that was mesmerizing.

Both instinctively shuddered and then raised their heads to look at the inner hall.

They saw that Miss, who had changed into a similarly expensive but much more comfortable-looking home style dress — a yellow home-style dress, and had changed her black stockings and leather boots for sockless sandals. She was smiling as she approached them… while that silent, intimidating butler was nowhere to be seen.

Dimitri subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

—Faced with the beautiful and lovely noble Miss rather than the cold and terrifying butler, he much preferred the former.

Because it was his first time facing a strange noble in this capacity, he unconsciously wanted to bow his head low. Yet, a lingering magical charm made the Miss’s face seem as though it was etched in his mind— even though he had bowed his head, the image of her beautiful red ruby-like crimson pupils emerged in his mind.

Dimitri couldn’t help his instincts, he subconsciously wanted to glance up, and then he bowed his head again.

… But for some reason, he felt a sense of incongruity.

When he saw her on the street before, the Miss’s demeanor didn’t seem like this… it seemed softer, more restrained.

Thinking this, Dimitri suddenly realized—his companion Paul had somehow quietly settled down, not making a sound.

…Could he have been killed?

A tension rose in his heart, and a jumble of guesses flooded his mind. He quickly raised his head to check on his companion.

——Fear.

Yet from the always calm and reliable Paul, whose eyes seemed to know everything, he saw for the first time such extreme and fierce fear. Just tasting his expression made Dimitri’s heart tremble uncontrollably… like dipping his brain into ice water, sending shivers down his spine without the cold.

And the young lady only looked at Paul with deep meaning.

“Not bad,” she said lightly, “it seems you know something… why don’t you share?”

Different from the tone she had when she first appeared.

At this moment, the aristocratic young lady’s tone suddenly took on a hint of arrogance that Dimitri instinctively despised.

…That abrupt change was like a skilled actor suddenly getting into character.

This strange thought suddenly emerged in Dimitri’s mind.

His mother cleaned in a theater troupe. Sometimes the troupe would give out free “rehearsal tickets” to the staff, which allowed them to enter and watch the actors rehearse in those disjointed, incoherent scenes.

The main purpose was to test the audience’s reaction to different storylines and performances under confidential conditions. For someone from an ordinary family like Dimitri, this was the only way he could enjoy opera. And just this was enough to allow him to boast among his classmates and friends.

For this reason, young Dimitri always watched with utmost seriousness.

He vividly remembers – those actors, after receiving a pep talk from the director, would suddenly undergo this drastic change on the “begin” command after a pause.

…But why would she be acting?

A question like this arose in Dimitri’s mind but was temporarily set aside and saved.

“Paul—what’s wrong?”

He bravely mustered his courage, his voice trembling slightly as he asked.

Although worried about his friend, he dared not question such a sinister noble directly. He could only avert his gaze, looking towards the ground as he posed his less sharp inquiry.

Realizing that his words might be easily interpreted as questioning Paul, he quickly added in a low voice: “What have you done to him…?”

“I haven’t done anything.”

The noble young lady, whose name was still unknown, slightly tilted her head, scoffing with a sneer, “You might as well ask him—who exactly is he?”

“——Master.”

Suddenly, without warning, Paul knelt down, his forehead loudly hitting the floor.

His entire body sprawled on the ground, his pupils suddenly hollow. His expression turned to one of pain, his whole body curling up like a shrimp: “Master… please drink my blood, master… please drink Paul’s blood…”

—Undoubtedly, this was the effect of the Beguile’s lock.

When the Son of the Moon hunts, they mark their prey by kissing, licking, and biting, using their own bodily fluids.

This mark is called “Beguile”. It is essentially a curse.

Because the Son of the Moon is very vulnerable while feeding—they not only have to expose their necks and embrace closely but also insert their hollow fangs into the prey’s body.

Once in the Beguile state, the prey wouldn’t want to believe that what the other says is a lie, nor can they see through the real intentions of the other… madly wanting to do something to make the other happy, even at great personal cost.

For example, letting someone they just met enter their home, preparing an elaborate dinner with all their heart. Or lending some money, or even lying for them, saying they’ve never seen them when confronted by trackers or hunters… as if they are their best friend, or the lover they most wish to pursue.

She raised an eyebrow, sensing that things were getting interesting.

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