Bang.

Julia pushed the door open forcefully. A bold idea had emerged in her mind when she finished talking with Helen, and she had been in a hurry all the way back.

Ron looked up at her in surprise. There was a hint of unease and nervousness on Julia's face that he had never seen before, as if she was about to do something.

Could it be that Helen had gone to find her?

"Ron," she said, standing still. "I want to tell you something, but before I officially start, you have to answer me a question. Live muddle - headedly for decades, or take a gamble in danger and opportunity?"

Ron looked at her with calm eyes. "You want to hear the truth, right?"

Julia stared back at him with bright eyes.

He replied, "Opportunity."

Julia pulled over a chair and sat down, looking at Ron at eye level. "What I'm going to say next will reveal a cruel truth. Knowing it may not be a happy thing. If you want me to stop, you can tell me at any time."

Ron looked at her firmly.

Things had changed.

Julia was now considering his thoughts and feelings, instead of just talking to herself. This meant that she was really communicating with him.

Julia nodded slightly, then raised her hand and pressed on her black mask. "First, I have to confess that I'm actually a noble."

She pulled off the mask, revealing her pale face, blood - red lips, slightly extended long fangs, and the beautiful appearance that every noble had.

An uncontrollable look of surprise flashed in Ron's eyes, but he continued to wait silently for Julia to speak.

The noble lady said with a melancholy look, "Among the nobles, the name of Innocent Town has been passed down for a long time. For us, it's actually a magical entertainment place. As long as we pay enough blood to its owner, Lady Elizabeth, we can come here and enjoy playing the roles of commoners or knights."

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Ron slightly lowered his head, dropping his eyelids to avoid eye contact with Julia.

As she said this, she also became a bit nervous. "And we need to abide by several agreements of Lady Elizabeth here. We are not allowed to let the truth leak out, not allowed to kill openly at will, not allowed to attack the knights in charge of the town's operation, and not allowed to kill fellow travelers. Besides that, we can do anything. Ron, there are no werewolves in Innocent Town. It's Count Charles from the neighboring territory. And these killings are just entertainment for them. This is the truth."

Ron raised his head and looked directly at Julia. But he shed his usual disguise. There was no expression on his face. In his lowered eyes, it was as if there were hot lava slowly flowing, or like gloomy and thick black thunderclouds, but there was no movement for a long time.

There was only a deep sense of oppression.

Julia suddenly felt that the person sitting in front of her was not a commoner at all, but a powerful noble who could decide her life.

She also understood why a smart woman like Helen would fall for him. The managers of Innocent Town had indeed arranged the most "interesting" man here for her.

Ron said in a low voice, "Why are you telling me this?"

For some reason, her voice instinctively became much weaker, like when being scolded by her parents, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction. "I thought you might want to know."

Ron closed his eyes.

Suffocating.

He opened his eyes again.

All the oppression and timidity disappeared with his movement. The strange feeling just now was like a short - lived illusion. She couldn't even recall whether it had really existed.

Ron said as usual, "Thank you, Miss Julia."

Julia took a deep breath, trying to return to her original state, instinctively resisting thinking deeply about what she had just seen.

All of it...

She then asked naturally, "What do you think now?"

Ron first asked, "I don't quite understand why you're telling me this."

Julia told the truth. "Since I can do anything here, I can hardly imagine anything more valuable than what I'm doing now. I'm doing this because I want to know what you'll do."

Ron leaned forward slightly, looking at Julia's face. "Then will you help me?"

Julia counter - asked, "It depends on what you want to do. If you want to go against my fellow nobles, then I definitely can't help you. If you want to escape, I can give you a hand. But in the Blood Plain, where can you escape to?"

Julia was waiting for Ron's answer, expecting him to say something that would surprise her.

But what Ron noticed was that she was already thinking from his perspective. Although Julia didn't really empathize with him, this also proved that these nobles were not born inhumane monsters.

They just stood too high and were used to ignoring the mortals at their feet.

When vampires realized that the position they stood on was lower than others, they might scramble to learn how to respect humans.

Provided that enough of them remained.

Ron asked sincerely, "Miss Julia, why did you really want to come here?"

She showed a hesitant look, unsure whether she should reveal her situation.

"You want to know my thoughts, and I'll tell you," Ron said calmly. "But I have to confirm something in my mind first."

Julia made up her mind. "I actually came here with my brother. He said he wanted to meet Lady Elizabeth, and I followed. Then, recommended by the town's managers... I met you."

She still couldn't bring herself to say the word "encounter".

Ron asked "casually", "Is he in the town too?"

Julia nodded. "Yes, but I don't know where he is. When we came, he told me that he wanted to find Count Charles and gain Lady Elizabeth's appreciation with outstanding performance. Why are you asking about him?"

Ron asked sincerely, "I want to know what kind of person he is. Is that okay?"

"Norman..." Julia showed a bit of resistance. "I can only tell you that if you had met Norman, he might have killed you by now."

A hint of imperceptible fear flashed in the corner of her eyes as she spoke.

Ron didn't press further. "Well, then..."

Suddenly, there was a commotion from the street outside. There were panicked whispers, the hasty footsteps of the patrol team, and the shouts of knights scolding the commoners. But anyone could tell that these blood - clan servants had no confidence in their words at all.

"...... Joe... the mayor... impossible... dead..."