The Vampire King's Storage Waiter

Chapters 19. Selling the King's Wife

“Quick pay! You guys have seen the stuff. I'm not lying, am I?”

The truck driver named Argento, and his friend named Grigio, urged the villagers to pay for their merchandise immediately. Argento also snatched the phone from inside Floretta's pocket. Fortunately, they were unaware of the knife the woman had tucked inside her coat.

Floretta whose hands and feet were held tightly by two men could only resign. The woman who only filled her stomach with milk and apples had begun to lose energy to fight the ferocious vampires.

“Wait first. She was indeed beautiful and had a very high status in the kingdom. But the price you give is still too expensive, for this blood that does not taste too good,” rejected a man, who allegedly was the village head there.

“How arrogant are you guys! Though you can only drink human blood once a year, which is distributed free when the celebration of the king's birthday,” Grigio reply.

“Leave the year of the king for human blood?” Floretta's heart was pounding fast, hearing the statement. “Am I one of the tumbals Alden prepared, for his birthday later?” thought again.

“We will check it first. Who knows he has other benefits, besides his blood.”

A man of the largest stature and slightly dark complexion, forcibly pulled Floretta and threw the woman's small body into the body of the car. Floretta was a little rebellious and was about to take a knife from inside her coat, but apparently the man's power and speed were much greater than her.

“Let's see, is his body as beautiful as his face?”

Brett!! The sturdy and large man opened his coat and pulled the shirt worn by Floretta roughly. Just touch the white cloth was torn. All the buttons were removed and showed the woman's chest, which was wrapped only by a corset.

“Wah! Whatisthis? You apparently keep a knife in the coat?” exclaimed one of the vampires, who was standing next to Floretta.

The young man picked up the knife that was lying on the snow then .. Sret! He injured the tip of the woman's index finger, until the smell went everywhere.

“Please!” jerit Floretta as powerful as he can.

“Haa? Who are you screaming for help here?” grigio said. “Although there are women here, they won't care about you. Provided you get a drop of your blood,” the man continued.

“Where is this? What am I supposed to do? I guess I can be safe after I get out of the palace. It turns out to get out or survive there the same.” Tears began to wash over the tyrannical cheeks of the vampire king's wife.

Floretta's hands were stretched out and held by two men. The cold air pierced up to his bone marrow. Several men were trying to open Floretta's corset, which was tied up and tightly wrapped around it. They seemed to have trouble opening it, until they tried to tear it with a knife earlier.

“If Alden were here, would he help me or let me get stained and die?” Floretta recalled the husband, who had always helped her and kept her safe.

“But that's impossible. I can get here because of myself. He must be currently laughing at me in the palace, and looking for another woman as my successor, the inner” Floretta.

“Hey, look! She cried. He wanted to die sooner. He certainly does not know, the taste of blood will be more delicious if he is scared,” chirped one of the teenage boys, who saw Floretta flood tears.

“Sst, don't say that. If he hears how?” whispered one of the women dressed as slaves.

“Let him hear it. What else can he do here? His HP has been seized the same Argento,” said the teenager again.

“What does it say is true?” Floretta also turned his brain, to fight the vampires.

Little by little the corset that Floretta was wearing was open. Meanwhile the drops of his blood grew more and more, making the white snow below him appear reddened.

“Wah, it turns out to be very low in your taste, yes. Until tempted to see a human who is just a lump of food. Have you never slept with your own nation?”

“Hey, watch your mouth, you jerk!” one of the vampires. “You don't see this big knife in front of your chest? Missed a little, this knife can stab your heart into two,” threatened the man again.

Gulp! Floretta's heart began to tremble, when he saw the sharp blade's eye.

“Fight your fear, Floretta. That's the only way if you want to live. Remember everything they did to you.” Floretta cheered herself up.

“Hey, the vampires! Dead or not, it's my fate. But making my blood delicious or bitter is my choice. You think the woman that this king has never touched, will be afraid of your perverted attitude?” floretta said loudly.

“Uh, smell! The blood stinks! Looks like he's a human from the slave ranks!” whispered some vampires.

The men who were about to execute Floretta also moved away from the king's wife, while holding her entrails that almost came out.

“Succeed! My efforts started to work!” inner Floretta pleased.

Floretta's courage came. He used this opportunity to cover his body with a coat, and took out a knife.

“Hey, motherfucker! You might be able to defeat them, but not with me!”

A handsome young man in fair yellow and jet-black hair, immediately gripped onto Floretta's two hands. The fragrance from his body, piercing Floretta's sense of smell.

“Let's play with me, pretty girl. I will unseal your woman,” whispered the young man full of seduction.

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"Your Majesty, I'm sorry. Looks like my phone was brought by Her Royal Highness Princess Floretta. I didn't find that thing anywhere," Lily said with a listless look.

"really? Why didn't you say that from earlier?" said Alden half-stomping. His heart was riled up, unable to control his expression and tone of speech anymore.

"Sorry, Your Honor. I just realized it" Lily said with trembling knees.

"If so, we can trace Floretta's whereabouts from your phone" Alden said.

"It seems unnecessary, Your Majesty. Just now Leon called, and informed the situation of Her Highness Princess Floretta,” said one of the guards.

“Really? Where is he now? How's my wife doing?” alden asked impatiently.

“They are in Pauvre Village, Issole District,” replied the bodyguard.

“Gosh! That far?”

Alden was surprised to hear that Floretta had gone to the borders of their kingdom, which was known as a hotbed of bandits and rebels. In addition, Pauvre Village was one of the poorest villages in his kingdom.

“Prepare warm clothes for me. I'll be going there soon,” Alden's orders on all his servants.

(Connected)