binnovel Chapter 197 It smells so good, can I drink your blood?
Chapter 197 It smells so good, can I drink your blood?
After accepting the gift, a slight noise suddenly came from the kitchen.
Then came the sound of the rollers sliding.
"Who?"
Perhaps it was a side effect of spending too much time alone in the Misty Forest, but Lin Shuwan almost reflexively ran to Tronos's side as fast as she could and tugged at his clothes.
"Release, open." Tronos's breath hitched, and he practically forced out the two words through clenched teeth.
The second time.
If it happens again, he'll just throw her out!
"Hehe, sorry, I'm used to it." Lin Shuwan let go of his hand and patted the wrinkles for him in a fawning manner. "It's okay now, see?"
Tronos snorted coldly, his brow furrowed, and he straightened his clothes again.
The habit of grabbing people's clothes when nervous is just awful!
This delay meant that the kitchen door, which had been tightly closed, was opened.
A lifelike wooden puppet wearing an apron pushed a food cart to the table in a measured manner.
Then, one after another, exquisite plates were neatly placed in front of Tronos.
Foie gras, cream of mushroom soup, baked snails, roasted venison with black truffle, vegetable salad, and wine.
! ! ! ? ? ?
Is this your dinner?
Lin Shuwan, who had been curiously peering at the puppet, was so surprised when she saw the food on the table that she almost cried out.
Even at Viscount Evan White’s mansion, she had never seen the Viscount’s family have such a lavish dinner!
The Evanwhite family existed from the very beginning of the Calathea dynasty and has continued for eight hundred years.
With their considerable ancestral wealth accumulated over generations, they were able to live a life superior to most newly ennobled dukes.
But all of this ended when the first vampire stepped into their mansion.
At first it was every fifty years, then every thirty years, and later every ten years.
After that, because the girls offered were exactly what the vampires wanted, they would come every few years.
As a result, the household expenses are huge, and in recent years they have been on the verge of running out of money.
Viscount Evan White had no choice but to sell off his properties and cut expenses, so even dinner, which wasn't a particularly important meal, was something he cut back on whenever possible.
Seeing such exquisite food, even if you can't smell it, you can imagine how delicious it must taste.
Lin Shuwan touched her stomach. She hadn't been able to resist drinking all the blood she drank at noon, and now she felt hungry again.
“My dear Tronos, I am hungry too, and I would like to drink deer blood.”
Tronos gracefully put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.
"the last time."
After saying that, blood was placed in front of Lin Shuwan again.
Lin Shuwan picked up her cup. Having experienced it at noon, drinking blood now seemed to pose no obstacle for her.
Mmm, the smoked venison tastes delicious!
Lin Shuwan narrowed her eyes with pleasure, recalling what Tronos had just said, and asked, "Then what should I do in the future?"
"Hunting can help you process blood."
Upon hearing Tronos's words, the wooden puppet standing frozen in place turned to look at Lin Shuwan, its dazed gaze revealing a hint of horror.
"Uh, okay, okay." Lin Shuwan paused in her grip on the cup, a stiff smile appearing on her face.
……
Nighttime is a time of revelry for vampires.
The darkness is their best camouflage, and the cool moonlight will guide them; their feast has only just begun.
However, for a certain vampire who is afraid of the dark but still maintains a normal human lifestyle, not being able to sleep at night is truly painful.
After tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, Lin Shuwan got out of bed and left the room.
The living room lights were on, and Lin Shuwan wandered around aimlessly before stopping in front of a bookshelf that was two people tall.
World History, A Brief History of Humankind, A Global History, The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire...
Aesthetics, A Treatise of Human Nature, Confessions, Metaphysics...
Damn it, there isn't a single book she likes.
Just before she turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of a book that looked somewhat familiar.
Upon picking it up, I realized that the material and texture of the cover were very similar to the book I had read before, "The Bloodline," except that the title was "The Witch Clan."
After receiving the source of magic from Satan, Lilith, the mother of the witches, settled in the Red Sea. With her excellent comprehension and talent, she also created many evil spells on her own.
This included teaching Cain the Bloodline Power.
However, this evil power, after being endlessly abused by the vampires, has caused countless atrocities.
Therefore, Lilith was also punished by the gods.
The descendants of Vanilis will not awaken any magic for the first fifty years (i.e., the long period of childhood).
Moreover, once blood is drawn, it will drive vampires within a ten-mile radius mad with its scent.
(The blood of the Witch Clan not only tastes far superior to that of humans, but it can also strengthen the bloodline of vampires.)
Only after reaching adulthood do the Witch Clan awaken their power and racial celestial fire.
Heavenly Fire is the nemesis of vampires, capable of burning all vampires to death.
Depending on the strength of their talent, the stronger the awakened power, the longer their lifespan will be, up to a thousand years.
However, the excruciating pain that must be endured on the night of each full moon will also become more intense.
This pain will accompany the witch clan for life, until death.
unless……
"Unless what? Why is it gone?"
The next page had been torn out, and Lin Shuwan searched the entire book but couldn't find it.
"Huh? Did it just fall on the ground?" Lin Shuwan muttered to herself as she picked up the torn page from the ground, ignoring the slight inconsistency, and continued reading.
Unless... a vampire is willing to use their blood as ink and immortality as a price to voluntarily form a blood pact with the witch clan.
After the blood pact, the shaman and his descendants will be spared from torture.
Vampires will also regain their sense of taste and body temperature, and randomly gain some kind of magical power.
Below this text, several large red letters read:
Note that both parties (especially vampires!) must participate voluntarily and cannot back out midway!!!
Below that, there were several more lines of smaller text:
Once, a witch forced a vampire to form a pact. The ceremony had barely begun when both the witch and the vampire died in the backlash of flames.
Another witch used the fabricated purpose of the blood pact to trick a vampire into willingly shedding blood.
However, the process of forming a bond is so painful that even vampires, who are not afraid of pain, find it difficult to endure.
The ceremony was not even halfway through when they wanted to back out, so the ending was still very tragic.
There are indeed cases of genuine love between witches and vampires, but fleeting love cannot compare to immortality, nor can it outweigh the vampire's deep-seated yearning for the blood of witches.
The ending is self-evident and needs no further explanation.
Until one witch awakened the power of prophecy, the prophet could not foresee his own future, nor could he see the future of those with whom he was deeply entangled.
Those who are deeply entangled are the ones destined for each other.
Perhaps only by finding the destined one can a successful union be formed.
Unfortunately, in the vast sea of people, most vampires prefer to hide in little-known lairs.
Because of their centuries-long entanglement with the vampires, the witch clan has never truly let down its guard against them.
In the end, that witch never found her destined one, no matter how long she lived.
The remaining cases will not be discussed further in this book.
Seeing this, Lin Shuwan dozed off, rubbed her sleepy eyes, put the torn page back in the book, got up, stretched, and went back to her room.
*
On the third floor, the tattered pages that Lin Shuwan had placed in the book reappeared and returned to Tronos's hands.
He stared blankly at the pattern of forming a blood pact on the tattered page for a long time before letting go.
The torn pages drifted slowly down, spontaneously combusting before they even hit the ground...