Duke Brad squinted his eyes, slowly closing in.
"Rejoice, enjoy all of this, you lowly creature, this will be the greatest honor of your life."
"Don't worry, it will be over soon."
It seemed that Brad Rackman had never tasted such prey before, as he even licked his lips expectantly, the scent of blood almost blowing into Swashbuckler's face.
Swashbuckler frantically screamed in his heart: "Damn, is Eight Hook's so-called Lord of the Night this deep dark?"
A terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind.
"Am I going to be the first player in history to get screwed over by an NPC?!"
"Where's the healthy game system?"
"Come out and take care of this!"
"Save me!"
However, at that moment, Duke Brad had already forcefully embraced him, his pallid fingers, like old tree bark, brushing against his neck.
He gently blew on Swashbuckler's earlobe.
"Come on..."
"Fall into joy and lust."
"And finally, become my nourishment..."
Swashbuckler's expression changed instantly.