Murphy sighed heavily in his heart, helped back to the fire by Maxim, wiping the blood from his lips with a handkerchief.
He felt the need to rest now, a good chance to make a round on the forum and bring a little bonus to the young players.
As he closed his eyes for rest, his previous mockery of Cui Si had transformed into a faint yearning.
He had been away from home for six days now.
The longer he was away, the more he missed the shabby, quiet life in the mansion, perhaps the blood contract he had with Cui Si was working, making him have an increasingly favorable impression of that useless queen.
But in fact, Cui Si truly was the most generous.
She didn't even demand any 'commission' from Blood Servant, probably because her chosen Blood Servant had little power to speak of?
And that affection named 'yearning'...
emmm, it should be more than just the blood pact, right?
It should be.
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