My teacher is a deity.

"Oh, oh, oh, it begins, the feast of the bloodthirsty!"

"My God, they really eat it raw? What kind of ruthless person is this?"

"Eating so heartily, could it be that the flesh of the Lion-Scorpion Beast is actually quite delicious?"

When Vishi bit open the blood vessel of the Death Demon, the scene instantly became a sensation.

Although she swindled a lot of money from gamblers yesterday, as spectators, they always crave more exciting scenes.

Just as gladiators fought to the death, so too did Vichy's meal as a victor's meal.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that, fueled by the gamblers' boasts, more and more drinkers have become curious about Vichy.

Many people came specifically to see Vichy's meal; after all, life-or-death battles happen every day, but live mukbangs featuring big eaters are a rare sight.

However, compared to Vishi's mukbang and the audience's curiosity and excitement, the paladin in the attic seemed increasingly interested in Vishi's blood-eating behavior.

"Interesting. Is this the blood thirst syndrome of the first generation of vampires? I heard that the vampire demigod Lilith had this symptom. After a battle, she would devour the corpses of her enemies to plunder their memories and power."

Do last-generation vampires also exhibit this behavior? Or is it just an isolated case of atavism?

Upon hearing the paladin's words, the apprentice, who had been somewhat shocked, seemed to remember something and hurriedly reminded him as if to atone for his sins:

"Lord Hegesius, it is said that mutilated corpses were also found at the scene of the Blood Demon's violence."

They are definitely connected; they are all experiments of the Children of Shadows!

The paladin sighed, shook his head, and said somewhat helplessly, "Jimmy, don't presume guilt."

No one is guilty until you have evidence. Continuing to hold onto the presumption of guilt will make it very difficult for you to pass the formal knighthood exam.

Jimmy's face darkened further, but he didn't dare say anything more, after all, Hegexius was his mentor.

"Let's leave it at that for now. Jimmy, go and spend more time with this girl and talk to her about the will of the law."

Furthermore, Brother Hem, thank you for your intelligence; the Lord of Law will not forget your contribution.

Hegesius turned to look at Hem, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Brother Hem, could you please help me gather more information about Gem City?"

The Empire is not viewed favorably by the vampire territories.

"It is my duty, how could I dare to complain, Your Excellency."

After giving his instructions, Hegesius hurriedly left the secret stronghold of the Church of the Law.

A few minutes later, the werewolf Finn arrived at the arena with his henchmen, looking quite arrogant.

"Where's Vichy?"

"Where is Vichy? I want to fight her!"

"I'm going to kill her!"

As soon as Fein finished speaking, he suddenly found the entire room silent, with many people looking at him with strange eyes.

That look sent chills down Fein's spine; it was as if he were looking at a piece of pork about to be fed to a wild beast.

"W-what? What are you looking at?"

No one spoke, but the strong smell of blood in the room had already drawn the werewolf's attention.

He looked up and his scalp tingled; the fur on his entire body stood on end as if it had exploded!

Finn witnessed a scene he would never forget.

He saw Vichy opening her mouth wide, greedily sucking in blood, and eating chunks of bright red flesh one by one.

He saw the white skeleton being bitten off by Vishi, and the turbid yellow marrow inside being swallowed.

It was a grand feast, but it had nothing to do with elegance, and the main character of that feast was utterly terrifying.

Vishi, the bookworm in his memory, spent his days either doing odd jobs to earn money or studying magic.

As long as her benefactors aren't mentioned, this vampire is as easy to bully as a sheep, and can "lend" a lot of money.

After all, commoners without family protection and without talent are at the mercy of others, and the laws of the empire need someone to enforce them to be considered laws.

But now, Fein feels that the sheep seems to have mutated.

Just as Fein sensed something was wrong and was about to slip away, a voice suddenly rang out as the votes were counted!

"Oh, oh, oh, ladies and gentlemen!"

"As everyone knows, before the Empire liberated the vampires, werewolves and vampires had a deep connection! From the ancient sands to the abyss, from heaven to the abyss, vampires always used magic to fight against the werewolves' power!"

"And now, our Bloodthirsty Lady Vichy will face her true bloodthirsty instinct!"

"Now, please welcome our challenger, the patron saint of merchants, the guardian of the city, Lord Finn!"

"They will give us a wonderful and spectacular performance!"

For a moment, Finn froze. He slowly raised his head and looked up, only to find that damn genius standing on the commentary platform, energetically singing the lyrics.

Even more terrifying, all eyes in the arena were on Finn, and the scorching spotlights were all shining on him.

Among those eyes were many victims he had extorted. They were sizing up Finn, and if he dared to run away, Finn dared to say that he would never be able to collect a single penny from the Gold and Silver Table again!

"Um?"

Vichy chewed on fresh thigh meat while looking into the distance.

She tilted her head in confusion and whispered to Shi Qing, who was perched on her shoulder, "Teacher?"

"Go ahead and hit him. What reason is there not to hit a punching bag that's been handed to you?"

Shi Qing was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered something and muttered under his breath, "Damn it!"

"Why?"

"Placeing bets now probably won't earn you much; you'll just lose money again!"

Vichy was silent for a moment, then realized that his teacher's personality was somewhat peculiar.

No one considers it a loss if they don't make any money.

"If things go well, we might be able to make a few dozen more gold coins."

Vichy suddenly felt he could understand his teacher's feelings again; the money was indeed lost.

At this point, the boos from the audience grew louder and louder, and Finn had no choice but to stand on the ring with a heavy heart.

He stared intently at Vichy, who was covered in blood, and a chill ran down his spine.

He's just a small-time hoodlum who grew up under the protection of his older brother. He's good at being tough, but he's not very brave enough to actually fight back!

After struggling for a long time, he stared at Vichy and said in a low voice, "Give me some face, otherwise it will be difficult to manage people in the future."

Vichy stared at him silently, her bloodshot eyes reflecting the bully's appearance, showing neither anger nor hatred.

Do you remember what you did in mid-autumn four years ago?

"What?"

"It seems you don't remember. Of course you wouldn't remember. You did so many bad things, and your brother cleaned everything up for you."

But Eddie said that the leg you broke still hurts when it's cold.

When the teachers at the academy asked you why you did that, you said he was just a fraudulent goblin and deserved to be beaten.

Fein's eyes widened suddenly, and he immediately remembered what Vichy had been saying.

"No......."

The moment Finn tried to argue, Vichy suddenly sprinted in front of him.

A powerful jab landed on Finn's stomach.

Boom!

In just a moment, Finn felt as if he had been hit by a pillar, his body shuddered, and he was instantly knocked to his knees.

"You're still trying to argue your way out of this!"

"I'll let you experience what it feels like to have your legs broken!"