Chapter 61: Sister, I want that

The two of them sat in the teahouse for a while.

Sylvia’s spirits had recovered considerably.

“Sister, let’s keep strolling around.”

Avira set down her teacup, a look of anticipation in her eyes.

“There are still so many places we haven’t been to.”

Sylvia nodded, clutching the books she had just bought, and followed her sister out of the teahouse.

More and more people filled the street.

Instinctively, Avira shielded Sylvia at her side, scanning the passersby warily.

“There’s a toy shop over there.”

Sylvia pointed to a small store not far away.

All sorts of delicate wooden toys were displayed at the entrance, looking especially adorable in the sunlight.

Avira followed her gaze.

“Do you want a toy, little sister?”

“Just want to take a look.”

Sylvia replied softly, clearly interested in the little animal carvings.

The two of them entered the toy shop.

The shopkeeper was a kindly old man, currently carving a small bird.

“Welcome.”

The old man looked up at them, his eyes full of kindness.

“What would the young ladies like?”

Sylvia’s attention was caught by a small rabbit on the counter.

“This rabbit is so cute.”

Sylvia said in a low voice, her eyes showing delight.

Avira immediately noticed her sister’s expression.

“Grandpa, how much is this rabbit?”

“This is one of my proudest creations.”

The old man carefully picked up the rabbit.

“It’s made of century-old Maplewood, with obsidian eyes. Five Gold Coins.”

Five Gold Coins was a fortune for ordinary people.

But Avira took out her coin pouch without hesitation.

“You don’t have to buy something so expensive.”

Sylvia felt a little embarrassed.

“I just thought it looked nice.”

“If you like it, then we’ll buy it.”

Avira directly placed ten Gold Coins on the counter.

“Make the packaging especially nice for me.”

The old man was so excited his hands trembled.

“What a generous guest! I’ll wrap it up for you right away!”

He wrapped the little rabbit in silk and put it in an exquisite wooden box.

Holding the box, Sylvia was in excellent spirits.

“Thank you, Sister.”

She said sweetly.

“No need to thank me. Seeing you happy is enough.”

Avira dotingly stroked her silver hair.

After leaving the toy shop, the two continued strolling down the street.

“Looks like there’s a candy stall over there.”

Sylvia pointed at a small stall.

The stall owner was making candies in various colors, the sweet scent wafting through the air.

Avira frowned slightly.

“You want some candy, little sister?”

“Just a bit, to try.”

Sylvia said softly.

The stall owner, a young man, immediately greeted them enthusiastically when he saw customers approaching.

“What kind of candy would you like, ladies? I’ve got fruit drops, milk candies, and my special honey candy.”

“A bit of each.”

Avira said directly.

The young man happily packed a large bag of assorted candies.

Avira paid, handing the candies to Sylvia.

Sylvia popped a red fruit drop into her mouth.

“How does it taste?”

Avira asked with concern.

“It’s very sweet, but not bad.”

Sylvia nodded.

It wasn’t her favorite flavor, but it was interesting to try once in a while.

The two continued on, arriving at an even livelier street.

Vendors shouted their wares, and the air was thick with all sorts of aromas.

“Sister, they’re selling flower wreaths over there.”

Sylvia spotted a stall displaying all sorts of brightly colored flower wreaths woven from fresh blooms—very pretty.

Avira glanced over.

“Want one, little sister?”

“Mm, it should look beautiful on my head.”

Sylvia said with a hint of anticipation.

The stall owner, a middle-aged woman, immediately stood up when she saw customers arrive.

“Would you like a flower wreath, ladies? These were all made fresh this morning!”

Sylvia set her sights on a wreath woven from small white flowers, simple and elegant—just right for her temperament.

“How much for this one?”

Avira asked.

“Two Silver Coins.”

The woman replied.

Avira handed over a Gold Coin.

“Keep the change.”

The woman happily took the money and carefully placed the wreath on Sylvia’s head.

The white flowers set off her silver hair, making her look even more pure and adorable.

“You look wonderful with a flower wreath, little sister.”

Avira’s eyes were full of fondness.

Sylvia touched the wreath on her head, feeling quite cheerful.

Though she wasn’t used to being dressed up like this, it was rather fun.

“Let’s go see what else there is.”

Avira suggested.

The two of them left the Flower Wreath Stall and continued wandering down the street.

A delicious smell wafted from nearby—it was the aroma of baked bread.

Following the scent, Sylvia spotted a bakery.

“Want to take a look?”

Avira asked.

Sylvia nodded.

Though vampires mainly fed on blood, eating other foods occasionally was no problem.

Inside, the bakery was cozy, with all kinds of freshly baked breads displayed on the counter, giving off an enticing fragrance.

“Welcome.”

The owner, a chubby middle-aged man, greeted them with a friendly smile.

“What kind of bread would you like?”

Sylvia scanned the breads on the counter—most were plain white or black bread.

“Do you have any with meat inside?”

Avira asked directly.

“Sure do, over here—Meat Buns.”

The shopkeeper pointed to a row of breads in the corner.

“They’re filled with fresh beef, still streaked with blood.”

Sylvia’s eyes lit up.

Bread with bloody meat inside suited their taste perfectly.

“Two, please.”

Avira said.

The shopkeeper wrapped up the Meat Buns and handed them over.

Avira paid, and the two of them found a quiet spot to sit and sample their food.

“Delicious.”

Sylvia nodded with satisfaction.

“Much better than those cloyingly sweet candies.”

Avira was pleased as well.

They slowly enjoyed their bread, the surrounding clamor fading into the distance.

This simple happiness left Sylvia feeling very relaxed.

“Sister, when will we head back?”

Sylvia asked.

“No rush. There’s nothing planned for today anyway.”

Avira glanced at the sky.

“You can go wherever you like, little sister.”

Sylvia thought for a moment.

“I’d like to check out that little alley over there. It looks very peaceful.”

She pointed to a stone-paved alley not far away—there were hardly any people, making it seem tranquil and secluded.

“Alright, let’s go see.”

Avira took her hand and walked toward the alley.

Inside, it was indeed quiet, with only the occasional footsteps echoing between the stone walls.

Old buildings lined either side, their walls covered in green vines.

“It’s comfortable here.”

Sylvia said softly.

No noisy crowds, no curious stares—just a tranquil atmosphere.

Avira liked this kind of environment too.

“We can come to places like this more often.”

The two of them strolled slowly through the alley, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

***

Suddenly, the sound of an argument came from up ahead.

“Hand over the money!”

“Please, this is all I earned today!”

Sylvia frowned.

It seemed like someone was being robbed.

A dangerous glint flashed in Avira’s eyes.

“Some people are asking for trouble.”

They drew closer.

Three burly men were attacking a frail old man.

The old man clutched his coin pouch tightly.

“Let go of that old man.”

Avira said coldly.

The three thugs turned, seeing two girls with hoods up, and sneered with contempt.

“Two little girls want to meddle?”

The leader gave a vicious grin.

“Get lost if you know what’s good for you!”

Avira slowly removed her hood, revealing a beautiful yet murderous face.

“I’ll say it one more time.”

Her voice was soft, but it sent chills through the three men.

“Let him go.”