In fact, this was not a competition for favor. At least in Lance's mind, it was not a competition for favor. He could see clearly that Eiland's attitude towards Salman was like facing a little pet. He did not really like her at all.
He wouldn't stoop so low as to compete with a pet. He was just a little annoyed that there were other male creatures around Eiland.
001: Haha, look at you. You used to put an end to men, but now you can't even stand a male creature!
Salman instinctively felt that this person was dangerous. He didn't want this person to come into contact with Lord Eiland. As for where this feeling came from, he didn't know. He just knew that he didn't like it.
In fact, the reason why Salman was like this was because he was bewitched by Eiland's charm.
Legend has it that the vampires were the noblest and most beautiful race. No matter who it was, they would be attracted by them.
This was also the key to the relationship between the church and the vampires.
As long as they were willing, they could make anyone fall into darkness. Even those who once believed in God couldn't escape their charm.
Now, Salman was in such a state. His eyes could only accommodate one person.
"Father Brod, Lord Eiland is very busy every day. I believe you must be very busy too, so …" Just get out of here!
He didn't say the last sentence, but the meaning was very obvious. He believed that as long as Lance knew what was good for him, he would leave immediately.
He wasn't wrong. It was just that the person who spoke was wrong, so Lance didn't need to pay attention to it. If the person who spoke now was Alan, Lance would be unhappy, but in order not to leave a bad impression, he would still obediently leave.
However, the person who spoke was Salman. He wasn't the owner of the poor Fort Collins. His words could be completely ignored.
"Haha, I don't know who you are to say that. Are you the owner of Fort Collins?" Everyone knew that the owner of Fort Collins was the Duke of Cumberland. What right did this person have to chase away a guest?
"I …"
"Shut up!" John's face was a little ugly. His eyes were even filled with a layer of red light as he looked at Salman.
It seemed that this period of education had not taught this person what he could do and what he could not do. Since that was the case, he had to pay the price, right?
Hearing Hardedef's voice, Salman came back to his senses. His face instantly turned pale. He didn't forget his identity. He only said those words because he hated Hardedef too much.
But now that he thought about it, he realized how unruly he had been.
"So-sorry, Mr. John, just now …"
"Go back to your room. Master won't want to see you again today." Hardedef didn't say how he would be punished, but this sentence successfully made Salman's face turn pale.
John had always been a person who knew how to teach others. Everyone had their own weaknesses. In the past, John's weaknesses were his beauty and his reputation, and now, he might have to add his master.
"Yes, I understand, Mr. John." Biting his lips, no matter how unwilling he was, he still agreed, thinking that he had no other choice. Before he left, he deliberately glanced at Alander, only to find that from beginning to end, Alander's eyes never fell on him.
This made him heave a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.
At this moment, Hardedef also let out a sigh of relief. Although he wouldn't punish Salman here, it didn't mean that he wouldn't do anything.
"Tell me, why is Father Brode looking for me? I think you should already know my identity." Yesterday, this man didn't allow him to bite him, so naturally, he knew his identity.
"Of course, the name Alander is quite famous in the church." But what surprised Lance was that even though the church had known about Erland Cumberland for so many years, they had never associated him with the Cumberland of the Blood Clan.
Lance said it as a matter of course, but it was this matter that made Alander feel puzzled.
"Since you know, then you should know that we don't belong to the same force." In short, since they didn't belong to the same force, then it was impossible for them to be friends. They could only be enemies!
Of course, this was only Alander's understanding. To Lance … Hehe, he didn't understand what an enemy was at all.
"Even if we are enemies, we can still be friends, can't we? Duke Cumberland, I admire you very much." Lance smiled without any reluctance, as if he wanted to tell the man in front of him that he sincerely treated him as a friend and didn't have any ulterior motives.
But to Alander, this was simply impossible.
Alander: Hehe, even the recipes are different, how can we be friends? Have you seen a person who is friends with his food?
However, looking at the smiling man in front of him, Alander couldn't say anything to refuse. After all, if he really became friends with this person, there were still many benefits.
Thus, the thick-skinned man moved into Fort Collins with Alander's acquiescence.
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