75 Did he truly want me? (1/2)

”Lady Huang, I apologize if my words were harsh.” Aiken bows to her deeply. ”I will send someone who will explain everything to you. That person will be your mentor. If you like, he will be your friend. Other than him, all of us will be at your heed. You just have to call our names once. Please excuse me.”

”Oh... But --”

Aiken turns around and flashes away before Huang Qiuyan can ask him more questions. He's the busiest vampire in the castle since he has to manage the seven peculiar purebloods, a broody king, and a princess who is quite mischievous at times. Earlier, he heard Lei's whisper that the princess has a fever. The King is with the princess right now.

Huang Qiuyan steps inside the room. It's bigger than she expected it to be. The walls and the floor are made of the same black stones, inducing a gothic atmosphere. It's not Huang Qiuyan's taste, but she can barely complain. There is a large wooden bed that's enough for five people. Surprisingly, the bed is ever bigger than the one in Fu Sheng's room. On the wall behind the bed, there's a large painting of the castle with fog surrounding it. The painting looks like a window to the scenery, as if she can look at the castle from the window of this room; however, she's standing inside the castle.

She wonders to painted this.

Her attention is caught by another object in the room. To her surprise, there's a television. She looks for the wire connection. There's none. Does this even work? This is a castle on the top of the mountain. She had to fly with a vampire to get here. How did they get the powerlines here? Curious, she turns on the television

What? It actually turns on with no electricity? Does it run on battery?

Xiao Chun Dan manifests before her. ”It's being run by magic. I didn't expect to see this technology here.”

”Amazing.” Huang Qiuyan widens her eyes. ”There's nothing on the channel.”

”The broadcasting stations are affected during the apocalypse.” Xiao Chun Dan walks behind the television. He touches the back of the television. Though he is just a system, he can still sense a faint throbbing from invisible tendrils of magic. ”This is purebloods' magic. I wonder what else they can do. Elder Sister, this is a grand opportunity to gather information on them. We can sell this information for a large price.”

”No, we shouldn't do this.”