hotmtlnovel Chapter 122
Chapter 122
Angus indeed looked quite young, but his composure was exceptional. Even upon hearing such an unexpected answer, he merely curled his fingers slightly.
He seemed to defer to her wishes as he asked cautiously, "Well, do I have the right to refuse?"
But refuse? Refuse her?!
Jiang Yan wouldn't accept such an answer. The little bat almost leaped up, pointing at Angus with her wing, angrily exclaiming, "No way! I'll call them to tie you up and take you away right now!"
Angus gently covered the furious little creature's mouth with his fingers, preventing her from actually summoning the bat army, which could potentially cause some minor trouble.
Afraid of angering her, Angus continued in a conciliatory tone, "But I still need to go to school..."
The sacred matter of education suddenly made Jiang Yan feel guilty. Trapping a human student in a castle did seem a bit inappropriate.
Moreover, if he didn't go to school, he'd become an uneducated human. That wouldn't do at all – Jiang Yan liked cultured humans.
Umbrella in hand, Jiang Yan wandered around the town, searching for him. This allowed her to notice many peculiar things.
For instance, the toy store's window was full of adorable vampire dolls with fangs; the bookstore's bestseller was "The Vampire Prince Fell in Love with Me"; young people were sporting popular vampire makeup...
What did this mean? Was it a case of "know your enemy as you know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles without defeat"?
Jiang Yan muttered to herself, finally spotting Angus by the fountain in front of the church.
Five years had allowed Angus to grow once more. He looked taller now, with broader shoulders and a lean waist. His black long-sleeved shirt wrapped around his powerful frame. The shirt's cuffs were neatly folded, revealing a slender forearm.
The aura surrounding Angus had deepened as well, exuding a sense of casual indifference and calm detachment, as if nothing in the world concerned him.
Jiang Yan approached with her umbrella. Angus, who had been writing something, suddenly looked up. After a moment, he smiled and said, "I thought you'd come at night."
His voice had lost its youthful timbre, now sounding as if it held honey – effortlessly captivating and bewitching, with a languid charm that was particularly pleasing to the ear.