Chapter 3

Let go, let me go!Damn bastard!Get out of here!

After giving that order, the boy who suspected of Theodore turned around and left.

The young man named Nassen pressed Margaret expressionlessly, strangled her neck with his left hand, and pulled out the short knife from his waist.

Even in this dark room, the cold light on the sharp blade was still dazzling.

The girl watched the ray of silver cold approaching her, and her horror and horror broke her screams.

Help!Help!Come Ah!Save me!But she knew that no one would come to save her. At the moment of death, she didn't even have the time to think about why Theodore became a little boy, and how could that kind and gentle man be such a cold-blooded and ruthless person?

With a slight sound, the blade pierced into Margaret's neck.

Ah!She struggled wildly, her strength was so strong that Nasson could not control her.

It was so noisy, Theodore slammed open the door, Nathan, can't you let her shut up?

Sorry, sir, it was my dereliction of duty.The young man bowed his head obediently, and I calmed her down.

Forget it, the boy looked at Margaret who was fighting to the death coldly. She was like a stranded fish, fluttering in embarrassment and fierceness, saving her life first.

Then, when Nassen heard this, he immediately pulled out his short knife, your curse...

curse?

What curse?

Realizing that the blade had left her throat, Margaret immediately stopped struggling.

Since there is no danger of death for the time being, there is no need to waste any effort to resist.

The girl's sixteen years of experience in the market allowed her to quickly determine the situation. She tried to speculate from the conversation between Theodore and Nissen, why she was tied here, while calming herself down, resting her strength, and preparing for her escape later.

Theodore glanced at her, and his golden eyes seemed to be ridiculed, did he see his plans?

Just drink her blood, the boy said indifferently, remember to block her mouth before leaving, it was such an upsetting woman.

Until Nison pulled away a full cup of blood, Margaret was still limp on the ground and didn't react.

The process of blood loss was very strange. The wound was opened on her wrist. She did not feel much pain. As the blood was lost, she felt comfortable and wanted to fall asleep.

Perhaps because Theodore ordered her to save her life. After drawing blood, Narson fed her another glass of water. The familiar and sweet taste was holy water.

Margaret's hand unconsciously reached into her arms, rubbing the small bottle that was placed close to her body.

At that time, she was lying in the grass and woke up in a daze, the man in white blond hair had already left.

Next to her was a small crystal bottle of crystal clear, with half of the holy water in the bottle.

In the following year, she was seriously injured several times and survived by the holy water left by the man.

Thank you, thank you... I wonder if there was any whisper that Theodore heard. When he caught her here, did Theodore still remember that he had saved a dying girl outside the city?

Margaret couldn't help but laugh, don't be stupid, stupid woman.

I'm afraid it was because of that chance encounter that she was targeted by Theodore.

Curse, needing to drink blood... Although Margaret doesn't know magic, she also knows that if she has to find the most valuable thing on her, it should be her demonic bloodline.

In black magic, demon blood is a very important and precious spell casting material.

From the current clues, she could probably guess what curse Theodore should have been, and removing the curse requires the blood of the demon.

But the demon has disappeared on the continent for hundreds of years, so it is not easy to get the blood of the demon.

But Theodore had to hold morning prayers every week, and with his current appearance, how could he appear before the believers?

At this time, the half-demon girl who was rescued by him outside the city was almost a joy from the sky.

Half-devils are rare, and Margaret is actually slightly famous in Feixi Castle.

Theodore only needs to send someone to find out her residence after a moment of inquiries. The subsequent kidnapping is natural.

Margaret was disliked without relatives and no reason, so she didn't have to worry about the follow-up trouble, and no one would even notice her disappearance.

It was a wonderful idea to use her blood to remove the curse.

If it was her who was cursed, Margaret thought she would do it without hesitation.

She herself is a person without moral bottom line. She even has to work hard to get the qualification to survive. What else can she talk about nobleness?

But that person is Theodore.

The chosen Son of God represents the great priest who is holiness and glory. His gentle smile will be inspired even if the sinful and evil one is.

Margaret likes him so much, in fact, it is not because of life-saving grace, because... because he is the light Ah.

A miserable life in the mud, without warmth or hope, only when I see Theodore, the girl can still believe that at least there is still a beauty in this world.

She lay on the ground, trembling with cold and her cheeks were wet. She raised her hand and touched the water stains on one hand.

Ah, why...I cry.

I don't know how long it took, but the door opened again.

This time, it was not Nasen who came in, but a young man who looked seventy or eighty-eight times like him.

He picked up Margaret, who was weak all over and took her out of the room like he was carrying a dead fish.

Although he was confused, Margaret still tried his best to roll his eyes and remember everything he could see.

Outside the house is a corridor with carved marble columns and the dome bounded with magnificent murals, which must be inside the temple.

Not many people should know about Theodore's curse, and there was no one in the corridor. Judging from the man's appearance, Margaret speculated that he and Nison should be brothers, and they were both Theodore's confidants.

The messy thoughts and anxious emotions kept coming in her head. Only by constantly thinking can Margaret not think about the cruel fact that her idol collapsed.

But when she saw Theodore again, she thought she would collapse, but she calmed down strangely.

Adult, the man put Margley on a workbench and I brought her.