The Little Vampire Belongs to Mr. William.
it's bullshit.
The Part 37
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William rounded his eyes to look at the face of the little girl in front of him.
“Cannot.”
The girl looked at William's face in confusion, “Why Uncle?”
William smiled, standing with his right hand on top of a very tangled little girl's hair. “Where are your parents?” William looked to the left right but none of the people standing in the middle of the crowd had eyeballs and a face like his.
The little girl, who had red eyes, ran away from William, without saying goodbye or thank you.
William just silently stared at the departure of the little girl who suddenly disappeared in the crowd of people who were in the center of the market.
It turned out that what Rossa said was true, if that Vampire clan still existed other than Arista.
But why are they hiding and why are they training to prepare for war.
William murmured in a heart full of question marks with answers that are still unsolved to this day.
William turned his legs away from the scene and headed for a bar where he wanted to relax for a moment the burden of his mind and body that was a little tired.
“Welcome William.”
There was a greeting from the man who owned the bar, welcoming the arrival of William who walked into his bar.
As usual, William sat right at the front desk. William frowned, the right hand on the bow above the stocky thigh while the elbow of his left hand was resting on the table with the sturdy, burly fingers gently massaging the shriveled forehead.
William was still thinking of a question that could not be answered until now. The daydream stopped, shocked by the sound of the bar owner who came carrying 1 bottle of alcoholic beverages and the other hand carrying 2 cups of small cups.
“I noticed you were in a problem that couldn't be resolved. What all those problems are due to the departure of your little Vampire.”
The man who owned the bar asked with his right hand who poured a small amount of alcoholic drink over a small glass. After 2 cups filled and added a little ice cubes, the man who owns the bar gives the glass.
“Drink first, after that I want to tell you something very important that you might yourself be surprised to hear.”
William did not answer the remarks of the man who owned the bar, because he knew that the conversation was definitely about something that was not very important to him. William just kept silent while gulping down 1 small glass containing the alcoholic drink.
When William was about to pour an alcoholic drink on his small glass, William's hand was held by the bar owner's hand.
The bar owner's man brought his face closer to William's face very seriously.
“Do you already know if these few days I often see a little girl who is likely to be 8 years old roaming freely in the center of this market. If I notice that girl is not an ordinary girl, she is one of the descendants of the Vampire clan where they hid after the first war at that time.”
William looked to his right and left, as if confirming if there was anyone other than a few people sitting in the middle of them. William brought himself closer, until their eyes looked at each other.
“Why are they hiding and what makes them keep hiding like missing without a trace and suddenly reappearing.”
“I heard from someone, if they are preparing to fight the coming war. Do you know what wars are coming?”
William felt relieved because one by one the questions stored in his heart began to be answered slowly. Seeing that there was a great opportunity for each of his questions, William kept asking endlessly.
The man who owned the bar turned his head to the right and left as if to confirm whether the place was still safe or not to continue the conversation that looked very serious.
After making sure if the place was safe the man of the bar owner continued his conversation back.
“It is true that there will be a second war, but this war is not like before. This war is not between the Human clan and the Vampire clan, this war will happen because the Demon King has descended to this World and is looking for where the child of the Vampire King who has bloodline mixed evil witch.”
William rounded his two eyeballs with William's furrowed forehead cutting off the conversation, whispering softly in front of the bar owner's man.
“Why the descendants of the Vampire King and do you really believe if there are Vampires who married and have a lineage of evil witches at that time.”
Men bar owner stand up from the table, “You wait a moment, I'll show you something other people may not be able to see it directly.” The man who owned the bar walked towards a small room covered in dirty curtains and was a little moldy.
5 minutes later the man who owned the bar came out with a hand holding 1 sheet of ancient painting paper that looked yellow and was getting old.
The man who owned the bar sat down at the table where William was still waiting for the man who owned the bar. Both eyes William kept on looking at 1 sheet of painting photos.
“This is a painting from the wedding between the Vampire and the Queen of evil witches.”
William looked seriously at the face of the bar owner's man, “Why do you have their painting? Are you now trying to trick me, old man.” William's like unbelief.
The man who owned the bar shook his head, he rolled back the yellowed and slightly worn painting.
“Trust or not this is exactly what happened. Why do I have it because once one of my ancestors was a famous and kind painter.”
William turns his face, “Shoulder once.” William muttered softly.
The bar owner man holding William's shoulder looked at him very seriously.
“The bottom line is that I really hope that the girl can not be found by anyone including the Demon King who is now probably wandering around looking for the Vampire girl.”
“The influence of the blood between the Vampire and the witch is very strong, it can wake people who have been dead for thousands of centuries. Not only that, the blood can also make who drank it will be ageless.”
Braakk!
William kicked the table making a drink filled in the glass jump out of the glass wetting the table that William and the man who owned the bar.
“Omong empty what else, your words really make me confused and a little nauseating. There is no other discussion besides that that makes me even more tired of hearing it.”
...Seriate........
