I'm going to wear this doormat and I won't keep you company anymore.

"Your Highness Dalek, Your Highness Dalek!"

Dalek, who was on patrol incognito, passed by a forest and heard someone calling him. He looked around but saw no one.

Just when he was feeling sad, a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old lifted up her lake blue skirt, glided down the hillside like a butterfly, and blocked his way.

"What do you want?" Dalek put his hands behind his back in a pretentious manner. "If you want to confess, please take a number."

Dalek has a villa in the suburbs, and girls who want to become princes and concubines can go there and register.

There is a court painter there who can paint portraits of the girls who sign up. If the portrait is favored by the prince, he will be notified directly.

Then Cinderella was invited to live in a big house that she had never dreamed of in her life, and spent a romantic night with the most noble man in the world.

They are really simple: heaters, food, jewelry; every little thing can make them bubbling with happiness.

Dalek would allow them to grab whatever they wanted from his treasure chest, and take as much as they could find with both hands.

This is not a tradition, it is just Dalek's personal preference. His people-friendly card has received a good response.

Of course, given his status, the reputation of this villa also brought him a lot of trouble.

For example, guests who have visited this villa include: Quintina of Nelly Mountain, sister of the Pirate King.

The girl in front of her lowered her head slightly. If you look carefully, you can see a trace of undisguised disgust in her eyes.

"Your Highness, that's not what I meant." She plucked up the courage again and said righteously.

Dalek realized that something was unusual and finally took a closer look.

This woman has a strong temperament, but her eyebrows are soft and charming... For a woman of this type, Dalek can only think of Bai Qingxue.

“What I want to ask is, is there anything wrong with this year’s wool blanket?”

The girl folded her hands in front of her for now - she didn't want to, but it would make her look more well-behaved.

She needed this to remember that it was the prince who was talking to her, not some brat who deserved a beating.

But the girl forgot to hide her expression, which made her unruly expression clear.

Dalek glanced at her playfully, and then felt the strangeness in her words. He was a little puzzled.

"No, I'm very satisfied. Didn't I buy a lot more?"

"That's the problem, you almost bought out all our inventory!" She raised her voice.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"We can't sell to you anymore!"

"Can't sell? Why?" Dalek frowned.

“Winter is coming soon, you’ve got it all covered, but what about the other people who have to spend the winter?

"It's not like you don't know that Daicheng is the capital of the country, and many foreigners come in and out every day. We can't let them all freeze to death!

"The best down quilts in Daicheng are all produced by my family. No Daiguo person can live without my woolen blankets in winter!"

At the end of the sentence, she proudly held up her chest and held her heart, her head held high as if singing a carol.

Dalek could kiss her as soon as he lowered his head, but he stopped when he saw the girl's suddenly dangerous look in her eyes.

"What does that have to do with me? You don't care how much I buy, don't I spend the same money? Or do you think I tipped too little?" Dalek couldn't figure it out, it didn't make sense.

"This is not about money!" The girl stamped her feet anxiously. "Why do you need so many quilts? You can't cover them all by yourself!"

"I love to be clean. Can't I throw away seventeen or eight items a day?"

"His Highness is so extravagant... It's really disappointing! I hope you won't be included in the election for king, otherwise I'm afraid everyone's taxes will suffer!"

The girl in the blue dress cursed angrily and ran away. It took Dalek a long time to react.

"What did you say? Damn girl, come back here!"
-

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! There is a new victim in the palace!" The palace official came to report in a hurry.

"Or once every two weeks?" The king frowned.

"That was true last month, but not this month! It's only been half a month, and there are already five victims!"

That is, one meal every three days on average, which is a bit excessive.

In the past, they paid a heavy price to expel the vampire angels from this country.

It is said that in a remote and extremely cold place, there is a small country composed entirely of vampire angels. It is an Iceland floating on the sea. It moves every year, and no one knows its movements. It won't float over, right?

Once the war with the vampire angels started, life or death was uncertain. Occasionally, lone people came to the palace for excitement. As long as important royal members were not missing, they used to turn a blind eye.

Now this vampire angel is obviously not very sensible. Since he is not sensible, don't blame humans for teaching him how to behave.

"Your Majesty, will anything happen to us?"

The guard who responded said tremblingly, and the timid maid beside him even sobbed softly.

Everyone was frightened by the strange stories about vampire angels. No one could remain calm about this real human murder weapon, and now that it was around them.

The threat to life surpassed the respect for authority. Seeing the king's silence, everyone's whines became louder and louder.

"What's the fuss about? A group of people can't escape, so don't be afraid of any one of them. It's just a hungry wolf, just kill it!"

The king's old tree-knotted face showed disdain.

"Get the priest!"
-

"What are you doing!"

When Dalek came back, he yelled at Quintina.

"Why are you so angry? I haven't pampered you for two days. Are you lonely?"

Quintina seemed to be in a very good mood, spoke sweetly, and had a look of youthful beauty on her face.

The silk nightgown showed off her extreme curves, and the background was a delicate and luxurious cashmere six-piece suit.

...and a little man with no flesh on his body.

Bo Mo's neck was covered with hellish marks.

Dalek glanced at the bed with lingering fear. There were clusters of red scum... Can you blame him for always changing the quilt? How can it be washed off at this level!

If the palace people see this, don't they think he kidnapped a bunch of girls and party here every day?

"What are you looking at? Why don't you change the quilt quickly!"

"it is good……"

Dalek started to clean up, and he did it in a decent manner, and the blood servant was very good.

While cleaning up, he always wanted to spy on Bo Mo's breath.

Don't let him get killed, right?

Come on, he can't handle a jaguar like Quintina on his own!

And this is not the most terrible thing right now!

Dalek tried his best to show off the majesty of the prince: "No, isn't it enough for you to eat once every two weeks? This is too frequent!"

Quintina lazily played with her nails: "Are you swollen after eating some midnight snacks? Besides, she is preparing for pregnancy recently, so eating more is not too much."

...Really or not, can vampire angels give birth? Never heard of it!

"You go eat outside the palace! Or ask me to find someone for you! Don't take action at will!"

It's dangerous to always hunt near his palace, isn't it?

The rabbit doesn't eat the grass beside the nest yet, she is worse than a rabbit!

Quintina hummed: "No, the guy you found for me is unpalatable. I asked you to find some beautiful girls, but you were reluctant. I had to choose myself."

"Why does it have to be a beautiful girl? Can't a pretty boy do it?" There are not enough bachelors in the world!

"Beautiful boys are not hungry. If you see something you like, you can't help but take it. As a result, you will have more and more beautiful boys here..."

Quintina played with her hair and gave him a teasing look.

"I'm fine. Your father can't be in a hurry with you?"

Dalek couldn't help but show a sour expression when he thought about the joints.

"But my father has gone to hire a priest? Are you okay?"

"Tsk, who are you looking down on? All the people he can invite are all my old acquaintances. If he could get me to kill him, he would have done so long ago."

Quintina smiled charmingly.

"It's okay for those little bastards to cause trouble for the new angels. Deal with me and live another 600 years."

"Okay." Dalek thought about it. He and Devin were inseparable. If he really let him rise to power, he would probably die soon. If it was Quintina, he could at least survive.

...Why does he feel that even before the war with Devin begins, he is already a piece of shit who cannot stand on the stage?