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Chapter 247 One Bite OK Incident [Third Update]

The territory of the vampire Count maintains a medieval style and has a feeling of ancient architecture. Inside a castle, the Count, who had been sleeping for a week, wakes up from his coffin.

He had to sleep, because he was too poor to even afford a glass of fresh blood for his three meals a day.

Why do you want to buy it?

Because this is a vampire who insists on not biting people. Moreover, he became a vampire two hundred years ago, and later he used his special talent to survive and survived the vampire marquis who first embraced him.

Later, it was precisely because of his insistence on not biting people that he did not attract the attention of humans and lived for more than two hundred years until now.

However, today his butler prepared a special breakfast for him. Night fell, which was morning for vampires.

"Good morning, Count. I have prepared breakfast for you. I have bathed her and she is very fresh and energetic."

The vampire butler spoke.

He is not a vampire, he is a half-human, half-vampire formed by the vampire Count using his own immortal blood and integrating it into his body. As long as he does not try to taste fresh blood, he will not become a vampire and he does not have to worry about never seeing the sun again.

That’s right, this vampire Count is a purebred vampire who cannot stand the light and will turn into ashes when exposed to the sun.

On the dining table, the plate that was originally used by the vampire nobles to taste the fresh blood of young girls was opened. A girl wearing a princess dress, with perfectly mature blonde hair and fair skin as smooth as milk, lay quietly on the dining table, as if waiting for the favor of the count.

"How many times have I told you that I won't bite anyone? I told you that such a beautiful and delicate girl is meant to be bitten, so let her go."

When the vampire lord saw this scene, he immediately frowned and spoke in a stern tone.

"Count, you——"

The vampire butler wanted to say a few more words.

He didn't suck blood because he knew that even if he sucked human blood and became a vampire, he would not be a match for the Count. Moreover, he would never see the beautiful sun again.

However, the Count is obviously a genuine vampire with boundless magical powers, but he lives worse than a human.

The key is poverty.

Very poor.

"Okay, stop talking. Bring me my breakfast."

The Earl said in a calm tone.

"Yes."

The butler did not persuade the earl to start sucking human blood.

In fact, a girl like this, after being embraced by the earl for the first time, can then stay with the earl forever, and she will not tell anyone.

Because, after the First Embrace, she was also a vampire, with eternal life. For a woman, wasn't it just that she couldn't go out during the day? She could totally accept that.

Soon, the butler dragged a silver tray with a crystal wine glass on it, which was about the size of a normal white wine glass.

There was half a cup of fresh blood in it, less than ten milliliters.

The Count saw his breakfast and said speechlessly, "So little?"

"Fresh blood is expensive, Count."

The housekeeper said earnestly.

He was already trying his best to maintain the Earl's dignity. In two days, he couldn't even afford to drink blood, and almost everything that could be sold at home had been sold.

The count picked up the wine glass and tasted it carefully, as if it was the most beautiful nectar in the world.

"Count, don't drink it all, save some for a midnight snack!"

The butler looked at the vampire lord and spoke earnestly.

The Count glanced at the wine glass and saw that there was indeed a little left.

The butler remained silent. This earl was good in every way and was very obedient. However, he could not even afford to drink ten milliliters of fresh blood. This vampire was almost starving to death.

"Count, I still think you should learn to suck human blood. With your elegant appearance and temperament, when you go out, there will be a lot of girls willing to offer their slender and white necks to you for you to bite. It's not that I want you to bite people, but we are too poor and fresh blood is too expensive. We can't afford it. Now I am trying to find ways to collect money every day to buy blood for you.

Besides, you are a vampire. After biting someone, your magic power will become higher and higher, and you will have a chance to become a vampire marquis in the future."

The housekeeper persuaded earnestly.

"What can I do with my magic power? Can I rule the world or perform magic?"

The Vampire Count retorted.

"Count, in this case, we are too poor. Have you ever thought about drawing out your immortal blood and selling it? I think it would be very profitable. I am a living example. I have lived with you for more than a hundred years."

The butler spoke again.

"Sell it? Then not everyone will have it, and it will become worthless."

The count was speechless. He felt that his butler was mocking him and could only talk nonsense.

It's a pity that he could say that. For the vampires, immortal blood is the most original essence of blood. If they lose too much blood, they can't make it up by sucking blood.

Moreover, a large number of vampires will be created by then, and the peaceful city of Paris will immediately fall into chaos.

"Count, I think you can consider it. You can apply for a patent."

The butler continued.

"That requires me to be able to see the light."

The Count spoke as he walked down the stairs, as if he was going to beat someone up, but he only had this one subordinate and couldn't bear to do it.

Soon, the count discovered that a portrait of him wearing Qing Dynasty official uniform from 200 years ago in the lobby on the first floor was also missing. "Where is my portrait?"

The Earl looked at the butler and had a bad feeling.

"Haha, count, this is a souvenir I left for you. Look, this is a photograph of your portrait."

The butler took out a photo from his pocket.

"You sold my portrait, too?"

The Earl said with some heartache.

"Count, you can't read. Just find someone to paint another one. If I don't sell your portrait, I will sell myself."

The royal family bowed their heads and said helplessly.

The count took a deep breath, which smelled of poverty. To save his dignity, he said, "Let's go."

Outside, there was a carriage pulled by two white horses. This thing was only available to the top nobles in the Middle Ages. Now, this thing represents the old stubbornness among the nobles.

After all, everyone drives a car, so who would want to take a horse-drawn carriage? It is not only bumpy but also slow.

Moreover, horses will urinate and defecate after going out, which affects the appearance of the city and is very unpopular.

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Jiang Ming settled a few girls. Maybe they were tired from the flight and were not in the mood to play tonight, so they took a bath in the manor, drank red wine, ate steak, breathed the exotic air, and prepared to have a good rest tonight.

But Jiang Ming had a mission. He needed to wait for the Count's arrival tonight in the dance hall that the Count often visited.

In the dance hall.

The dancing girl, with feather decorations on her head and wearing a furry bikini, reveals 90% of her snow-white skin. She sways on the stage, twists her waist and hips, and shakes her fat buttocks, releasing a passionate and sexy flame.

The audience below the stage watched all this quietly.

Sitting at the front desk was a beautiful girl. In terms of appearance, she was definitely one of the most beautiful women of her generation, Rosamund Kwan.

On the other side, there was a man sitting in a wheelchair, with a glucose drip on his left and a blood bag on his right. He was hugged by blonde girls on both sides and was watching the performance on the stage with joy.

The fact that he looked like he was about to die, yet still had the spirit to watch a striptease, explained the true meaning of a man being honest only when he was hanging on a wall.

The girl next to him kept rolling her eyes. During the day, his brother had been discharged from the hospital despite the hospital's objection and came here, and asked him to come and accompany him. The key point is that today is his birthday.

"Sister, are you happy that I celebrate your birthday like this?"

The man who looked like Xu Shaoqiang looked at the girl and said with a smile.

"Brother, I don't know whether you or I are happy to celebrate like this. Besides, I would rather you stay in the hospital and recuperate."

The woman said helplessly.

"Are you saying this because you don't want your brother to be happy?"

The man said in an unhappy tone.

"But you are sick, and you should be recuperating in the hospital now, instead of forcing yourself to come out and play."

The woman said helplessly.

These are her only relatives in this world.

"The hospital. I'm lying in the hospital. It's unknown whether I can come out alive."

The man actually knew that his disease was leukemia, and his blood was called panda blood. It was impossible for him to find a matching bone marrow, and now he was relying on daily blood transfusions to barely maintain his life.

Jiang Ming roughly understood what kind of movie plot he was encountering, and he took a bite and thought, OK, that's the name.

I see. No wonder the ex-husband of the three dead ghosts who were targeting this vampire Count said that they didn’t notice that this vampire bites people. If it was the vampire in the plot of this movie, then he would really be a stupid and naive vampire Count.

Soon, the striptease was over.

Then comes the magic time.

Jiang Ming smiled slightly. He decided to steal the plot of the Vampire Count. He planned to train the Vampire Count well, or at least teach him how to survive.

Jiang Ming's magic skills are at the master level, and combined with his special abilities, they are very simple.

He waved his hand, and the lights in the ballroom dimmed. Then, the windows opened, and a large group of fireflies gathered from the wild under Jiang Ming's mental control, instantly lighting up the entire second floor of the ballroom, causing a lot of cheers.

Jiang Ming's palm passed through the air, and there seemed to be red clouds flowing. The next moment, fireflies lined up neatly in the void where Jiang Ming's palm passed.

The next moment, it turned into a few men shouting, "Happy Birthday, Anna." Perhaps other English people in the dance hall did not understand, but Anna and her brother recognized those words.

With Jiang Ming's gentle wave of his hand, the fireflies scattered again and flew around Anna.

Anna jumped and danced with joy like a little girl. She didn't expect such a surprise and thought it was arranged by her brother.

At this moment, Jiang Ming waved her hand, and a cake that had been made by her telekinesis appeared. It was filled with lit candles, exactly twenty in total, and there was also writing in red jam Chinese characters on it: "Jiang Ming wishes Anna a happy birthday."

Jiang Ming walked over and snapped his fingers. A rose appeared out of thin air in his hand. It was a rose formed by fireflies.

"Wow! So beautiful."

Anna was stunned. She really didn't expect that magic could be able to do this.

When she reached out to grab them, the fireflies scattered again and flew around her body.

(End of this chapter)