"Hello, I am looking for Mr. Hu. He asked me to come here to find him. Do you know where he is?" "How would I know? This is the Hunter Association, what are you doing here?" "I'm looking for my master, Mr. Freyann. By the way, I haven't introduced myself." The red-haired woman smiled sweetly, showing two small fangs, her black dress highlighting her fair skin. "My name is Cynthia, a non-pure vampire." "Do you know where Mr. Freyann is?" "Wait a moment!" The woman in the frilly dress, with freckles on her face, showed shock and excitement, quickly telling Cynthia to wait, afraid that the opportunity to catch this duck might slip away. Cynthia continued to smile, as if unaware of the strange behavior of the woman in front of her. After all, she was already walking into a trap. The woman in the frilly dress lowered her head, pretending to look through a list of tasks on the table for a while. "Ah, you mean Mr. Freyann? He left a note saying that I should take you to the dungeon. Let's go... um... Miss Cynthia, right?" The woman in the frilly dress tried to act natural, though she almost forgot Cynthia's name. However, Cynthia clearly didn't mind, appearing to only care about quickly finding her master. "Yes, Mr. Freyann is my master, and I cannot refuse his orders. So, please, take me to the dungeon as soon as possible." When Freyann arrived at the dungeon, he found Cynthia, who had neatly styled her hair and was sitting calmly in the cell. Upon seeing the silver-haired man, Cynthia's eyes practically sparkled. The elders of the Hunter Association standing nearby subtly nodded. If this non-pure vampire truly recognized Freyann as her master, everything would proceed much more smoothly. Freyann frowned as he looked at the woman, whose eyes were full of admiration for him. Didn't she realize she was walking into a trap? "Freyann, you're here! It's a good thing you came, you've done a great job this time!" "No need to flatter me. I just want to see my sister." "Of course you can see your sister, but first, you must prove whether she's a non-pure vampire." "Master, if you give me human blood to drink, the violent aura inside me will surge out." Cynthia knelt on the floor, her head lowered, appearing very respectful, though the value of her words was uncertain. It was true that non-pure vampires would gain strength from drinking human blood, but the violent aura would only surge during the full moon. The elder of the Hunter Association, hearing this, immediately instructed his subordinate to fetch a cup of fresh human blood. Freyann saw it was brought from a cell at the far end, meaning they were still secretly conducting other experiments. Soon, a cup of fresh human blood was brought to Cynthia, and the elder of the Hunter Association eagerly handed it to her. But Cynthia acted as though she didn't notice, her eyes fixed only on her "master," Freyann. "Master?" Her red eyes seemed to ask whether she should drink it. The elder looked to Freyann, this was the chance to see his sister. Freyann clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot from days without sleep. He didn't want to look at this red-haired woman who was so submissive. He knew she was doing all this just to let him see his sister. "Drink it, Cynthia. Show them proof," Freyann's voice was hoarse and deep, but Cynthia heard it clearly. She indeed moved, lifting the cup of human blood. The fresh blood emitted an alluring scent as it wafted into her nose. Cynthia took a small sip. The moment the blood touched her lips, her fangs immediately became sharp, her nails extending into claws. Seeing the living people before her, she lunged at the bars, ready to break free. The elder, fearing Cynthia would break out and attack, quickly ordered Freyann, "Tell her to stop, Freyann." The iron bars, now reeking with the stench of blood, had already bent slightly from her strength. The elder grew anxious. "Hurry, Freyann, don't you want to see your sister?" Hearing the mention of his sister, Freyann clenched his fists tighter, his thin lips tightly pressed together. He finally spoke. "Stop." It seemed as if Cynthia really heard him, and she ceased her actions, though it was clear she was restraining the desire in her eyes. The elder let out a creepy, lecherous laugh. "Finally, after hundreds of years, a non-pure vampire is caught just like this! With your arrival, I guarantee the experiments will advance rapidly." The elder's eyes were filled with greed as he smiled foolishly at Cynthia, already envisioning the future of endless labor by the lower-class people, all they needed was a bit of blood, and they'd become their "perpetual motion machines." "Hahaha!" Another grotesque laugh escaped his lips as he patted Freyann's shoulder. "Take her to a new cell, next to your sister's." This sentence seemed to be directed at both his subordinates and Freyann. Freyann glanced again at Cynthia, who had stopped acting out of control. Her once perfectly styled hair was now messy, and her black dress had some grass stains. After the subordinate opened the cell, Freyann didn't immediately ask Cynthia to stand up. He walked over and crouched down in silence, gently helping her fix her hair, removing the grass one by one from her red curls. His actions could be described as tender. Cynthia shook her fluffy little head, raising her innocent, big eyes to look at Freyann, and then gave him a crescent-shaped smile. "Master." Freyann's hand, which had been brushing her hair, paused for a moment before slowly pulling back. "Let's go." Cynthia obediently stood up and followed Freyann, the subordinates nearby looking at her in surprise. This non-pure vampire was too obedient to her master! If the experiment succeeded, they'd want to contract their own non-pure vampire! "Please lead the way," Freyann called to the still-dreaming subordinate. "Oh, yes, come with me," the subordinate replied, glancing at Cynthia with longing and expectation. Cynthia found it strange, but she had no time to think about it. After all, she was just a little rabbit now, a little rabbit who only listens to her master. As they walked through a long corridor, the walls were lined with iron bars emitting a foul stench. On the other side of the bars, there were humans and vampires, some prisoners. It was like a world of cells, and it was hard to tell whether one was inside or outside the bars. However, Cynthia soon recognized someone familiar—Anya. Both of them froze as they locked eyes. But Cynthia quickly realized she couldn't let their connection be revealed. However, it didn't matter soon, as she noticed Anya's slightly bulging stomach. Had they successfully created a non-pure vampire? Cynthia was stunned, recalling the scene earlier where Anya was surrounded by subordinates, seemingly worried about something. She wasn't sure whether it was a good or bad thing. Freyann, on the other hand, was thinking about how one was a ready-made non-pure vampire, and the other was still an unborn non-pure vampire. Either way, they couldn't abandon either of them. As for Cynthia... "Brother!" Alice's voice came from the dark and damp cell. "Alice, how are you?" Freyann's face was full of anxiety, and Cynthia stretched her neck to see how Alice was doing. The silver-haired girl in the cell looked filthy, her once-silky silver hair now dull and lifeless. Her skin, once as white as milk, was now soiled by the foul-smelling dirt. "I... Brother, I want to go home," Alice choked, then burst into tears. But unfortunately, the subordinates were only here to lock up Cynthia, not to open Alice's cell. The poor siblings could only talk through the bars. Freyann didn't know what to say for a moment. His large hands gently wiped away Alice's tears, his eyes full of concern. "It's okay, Alice. Brother will take you home, I promise. They won't hurt you anymore. They've gotten what they wanted. I promise, I will take you home." This was the first time Cynthia had seen this man say so much, with such sincere eyes. His large hands tightly grasped his sister's hands, as if only by transferring warmth through his hands could he make her believe in this burning vow.