Chapter 40

　　Louisa's POV 　　I didn't know why Mr. Weasel didn't like Darren. 　　I didn't see any bad aura around Darren. 　　He was always sad. That was true. 　　I washed and chopped the vegetables while telling myself in my mind. 　　I couldn't get rid of the horrible image of a flying vampire with a pair of mad eyes in the dark forest. Long black hair and razor-like long nails. 　　What possibly is a vampire looking for in the middle of the day in the woods? I thought to myself. 　　"Lisa, what do you want me to do with the meat?" 　　I was pulled back to reality by Darren's voice. 　　Mr. Weasel was snorting heavily around my neck. I guessed it was because of the side effect of anesthesia. 　　I answered, "I've made some cumin sauce, and let's soak all the ingredients inside." 　　Darren nodded. 　　He looked at Mr. Weasel, frowned, and asked, "Do you want to put him down?" 　　"He's not that heavy. He's just fluffy. I can barely feel him." I smiled at Darren and put the diced meat into a bowl of sauce. 　　Darren sn