After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

Different from Betty's envy and jealousy, Sera froze on the spot when she heard the name, and part of the memory information about the Duke was suddenly filled into her mind.

The most brutal of the three male protagonists of Annasi is a vampire with the ability to read minds. As cannon fodder, one of her death endings in the game line is to be sucked into a mummy by him.

"The location is in Box 3 of the restaurant." After the manservant said that, he straightened his back and left proudly.

"Sierra, how do you know the Duke? Did you not come to the ball last night to meet him?" Betty asked closely.

Sera, whose hands and feet were cold, didn't want to say a word to her. After the valet left, she went back to the room, locked the door, and slumped down on a soft chair.

No wonder the exclamation she made on the plywood at that time attracted his attention. He simply heard the words she said about vampires among the many cluttered thoughts. No wonder no one came out even if a maid died at sea this morning. After investigation, this vampire duke, who controls most of the kingdom's underground black business chain, doesn't care about the hundreds of pages of laws. The bones at his feet could probably pile up to form Ben Nevis.

Sera poured herself a cup of black tea with shaking hands. The already cooled tea poured into her stomach, but it could not calm her panic.

Before boarding the ship, she fully planned to try her best to establish a good relationship with the male protagonists if she met them and not interfere with their relationship with Anna Xi. Now when he heard her saying that Rose Hill looked like a vampire, she witnessed it again. A murder related to him would be enough reason for him to drink her blood at night.

Sierra put down the cup and held her forehead in pain.

Unlucky start, really unlucky start.

She should go to a large party on the ship that night, so as to avoid the Duke's dinner invitation, or perhaps she should stay in the party room all night long, where she would be relatively safe from the crowd.

"Despairing." Sierra fell on the table, weak.

The death of a maid in the morning did not cause any waves on the ship. Towards evening, it started to rain lightly on the seaside and the wind and waves became stronger.

Sera, who was still in mourning, took out a long sequined black dress with exposed arms from the few clothes left in her suitcase, put on elbow-length gloves, casually tied up her brown curly hair and went out.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the public restaurant and bar officially opened.

Wealthy merchants and nobles in rich costumes came and went, looking for targets for possible marriages or business cooperation.

Sera, who could only wear a black dress, was undoubtedly very conspicuous among a group of women who were blessed with shining jewelry. She occupied a small round table on the ground floor far away from the box alone, and her back looked lonely.

"Didn't you say that Sera was invited by the Duke?"

In the private room on the second floor, the glamorous woman raised her wine glass and touched Betty, who was also confused, with her elbow.

"The valet personally invited me, and I was there." She insisted that she was not lying.

"So. The Duke temporarily broke the contract?"

Betty raised her eyebrows, swung her wine glass and gloated: "It's excusable, who doesn't know how poor she is."

"That's really pathetic, go ahead and invite her over."

Amidst the vague jeers, Betty walked over to Sera who was huddled in the corner drinking.

Sera, who was intoxicated by the rich aroma of wine, was caught off guard when she was tapped on the shoulder.

"Sierra, the party has started, come up and sit with us?" Betty's tone was pitiful, and the sarcasm in her eyes was well hidden.

"Of course." Sierra asked for it. She was sitting in the lobby because she couldn't find their party box.

Her agreement also made Betty feel that she had been broken even more, and her expression became sympathetic, "The Duke of Rosehill is really ungentlemanly, treating a lady like this."

Serra, who slapped him for no reason and took the initiative to break the contract, immediately clarified, "I didn't agree to go at all. He is a gentleman."

"Sierra, everyone on the ship wants to marry the Duke. Lying is not a good behavior." Betty rolled her eyes at her, "You don't have to be so face-saving."

Sierra was speechless for a moment.

The expressionless young manservant stood in the corner of the box, looking through the window at the girl who was going upstairs from the other side of the hanging ladder.

"I'll bring her."

The Duke, who was sitting on the soft leather sofa, slowly raised his eyelids, took off his black gloves and placed his fingers lightly on the table. He wore several rings of different colors on his knuckles.

"Need not."

"She discovered the secret? She's afraid of you." The manservant turned around.

"I haven't broken the rules yet." He stood up and walked to the window.

The shivering feeling of thorns on her back made Sera shiver as she was about to enter. She turned around. Only the giant crystal lamp hanging from the top and falling to the first floor was emitting dazzling light. The door of the box on the opposite side of the corridor was open, as if someone had just left there.

"Sela, welcome."

The atmosphere in the private room was very lively, the charcoal fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, there were exquisite pastries on the long low table, and the aroma of coffee mixed with different perfumes made Selaton feel dizzy.

The suffocating smell of incense powder made me wonder how they could stay there for so long.

Faced with a dozen pairs of sympathetic eyes looking at her, Sierra was sure that Betty had spread the news that Rose Hill had let her go. She now hoped that he would not be so petty as to take this matter into account and argue with her.

She greeted everyone with a normal expression and sat down on the sofa while remaining dignified.

They enthusiastically asked about her current situation, trying to find out any special novel gossip about her unfortunate life experience. She seemed to have become a topic of discussion and a toy among the nobles.

"Don't embarrass her. She is already sad enough to be let off by the Duke." Betty, a good-natured person, came out to persuade her.

"But Sera, you should strive for a decent property when you go home this time. You are penniless now."

These words made Sera's situation worse. A beautiful but penniless nobleman was not worthy of men's pursuit of the truth. Several gentlemen who wanted to sit next to her and talk to her went to the side.

Serra, who was at the center of public opinion, was holding a piece of lemon cake and eating it slowly. She glanced at the 'well-meaning' Betty from the corner of her eye and said, "Betty, all the harsh knives will be pierced into your family members. Your friends will be miserable in the future." Are you going to do this unexpectedly? Spread it widely? Belittle and ridicule?"

Betty's smile froze, and before the party came to a complete standstill, several lively ladies came out to smooth things over and liven up the atmosphere, and no one tried to provoke Sierra again.

These topics discussed at the top really couldn't dig out a piece of flesh from Sierra and make her lose face. Instead, she thanked Betty for helping her clean up the men around her and leaving enough space for her to stay here in silence for a while. Night.

She ate the cake gracefully and slowly, picked up the champagne glass on the table, stood up and walked to the window for some fresh air.