Don't move, it's a robbery!

"Come on, open your mouth and taste the sweet soup I just made."

The female neighbor did not resist and obediently drank the sweet soup, then she was in excruciating pain.

"Ah, it looks like the holy water is working! Very good, this is the third batch already, it's finally working!"

My female neighbor had been waiting for it to get dark, probably thinking that I wouldn't be able to do anything to her after dark. But after drinking a sip of the holy water, she immediately became obedient.

His eyes looked somewhat dull, as if he had been ruined.

"Alright, don't be sad. Look how good I am to you. I even made you a sweet soup. You kept saying you were hungry, but now that you're full, don't you feel better?"

The female neighbor nodded, then shed tears of humiliation, making it seem as if I had done something incredibly cruel to her.

Seeing that she still had the strength to nod, I realized that the concentration of the homemade holy water was still too low.

There are all sorts of exorcism legends in the world. For example, fire can dispel darkness and ward off evil spirits. Even in the church, fire is a sacred thing. Wine and sugar, as offerings to the gods, often embody people's best wishes. Salt is another example. In many places, there are legends that salt can remove impurities. In the East, rice is also an item that can ward off disasters.

Combine and mix these elements, give them hope with the utmost sincerity, and infuse them with your own beliefs.

And just like that, a dish that glows—oh, I misspoke—is homemade holy water.

"Here, try this bowl and see how it tastes."

My female neighbor looked at me in astonishment at first, then shook her head violently and shut her mouth tightly, looking like she would rather die than submit.

I sighed, wondering why there couldn't be some trust between people.

Then he poured the soup directly onto her.

"Aa ...

First came a heart-wrenching scream, then it stopped abruptly. The female neighbor collapsed to the ground, the area where the soup had been spilled looking like a burn, exposing large patches of flesh and blood.

"Well, I'm a reasonable person. As long as you behave yourself, I won't be rough with you. Otherwise, I'll put you in a wooden tub and give you a bath with holy water."

"Tell me, how does the sweet soup taste this time?"

The female neighbor neither answered nor moved; it seemed that this time she truly didn't even have the strength to nod.

Yes, I wasn't faking it.

I'm relieved; it seems like this time the effect is much stronger.

Although it can't compare to real holy water, it's plentiful and filling; I prepared a whole bucket.

Moreover, there are plenty of raw materials available, so we can produce as much as we want!

I didn't rush to leave because I had been busy all night and all day today. I need to be well-rested to face the new challenges.

That's why I'm so determined to torment my female neighbor; otherwise, who knows if she'll try anything while I'm asleep.

I set a trap, then tied up my female neighbor again, before collapsing onto the bed for a wonderful sleep, until I was woken up the next day by a piercing scream.

Oh, the sun is shining into the house, and it's shining on the female neighbor again.

"Are you stupid? You're in the sun, why don't you move over a bit?"

The female neighbor struggled for a moment, but it seemed she couldn't move. It looks like I tied her up very securely; my skills haven't deteriorated.

After I untied the rope from her mouth, the female neighbor went berserk and started cursing at me. Although most of it was profanity, the message she was trying to convey was the same: that I was not human.

What a joke! You're a vampire, what right do you have to say I'm not human?

The female neighbor was cursing very hard; it was clear she had given up and wanted to end her life. However, after I fed her two bowls of holy water mixed with pig's blood and diluted with clean water, she started begging for mercy from me again.

After absorbing blood, vampires can quickly recover from their injuries, which can just neutralize the damage caused by the diluted holy water. Based on her reaction, I adjusted the ratio of holy water to pig's blood and finally made a special red wine that is most suitable for the vampire baby's constitution.

Not only is it delicious, but ordinary vampires would hardly notice anything wrong with it. If you only take a sip, you won't notice anything wrong, but after a few minutes, you'll be hooked.

As for why I'm making this weird "red wine," it's simply because our lovely neighbor isn't honest. That villa isn't undefended at all; on the contrary, there are several hidden sentries outside.

Thankfully, I was careful and went to check things out beforehand yesterday. Otherwise, if I had actually believed her nonsense and foolishly walked straight into the house, I would have been kicked to death by a bunch of vampires.

Those who can stand guard during the day are naturally all human. Considering that vampires will join in at night, the defense at night will likely be even tighter.

Perhaps it's a better choice to do it during the day than at night.

(ﾟωﾟ): "Yes, yes, yes! This is the time to go all out! As the saying goes, 'Take a gamble, and you might just turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!'"

At the crucial moment, my good friend "Xitong" rushed over to dissuade me. Although he didn't understand what bicycles and motorcycles meant, he still managed to stop me from rushing ahead.

Thinking about it carefully, vampires must know their disadvantage during the day better than I do, so there must be many special measures in this villa, such as protected windows and extra curtains. If I really broke in during the day, I would likely fall into a trap.

Of course, there are ways to deal with this kind of protection. The simplest solution is to use fire. As long as their shelter is burned down, they will have no choice but to face the sunlight.

But fire is merciless. Once it starts burning, the whole house will be reduced to ashes. Where will I find the box where I hid the money then?

Since neither a direct confrontation nor a clever fire attack works, we'll have to resort to underhanded tactics.

Coincidentally, this is something I'm good at.

For example, the vampire-themed red wine I just prepared was part of my plan.

However, if I want to get these lunches into the vampires' mouths, I need to find a way to get them to accept the drinks themselves. The simplest way is to pretend to be a servant in the villa.

However, this plan may not work. As a nobleman, Ronaldo has plenty of people willing to hire him. The people he sends to take care of the vampires must be his most trusted subordinates. The number of these people must be small, and if a stranger suddenly appears, he will be easily recognized.

Therefore, to increase credibility, I need my female neighbor to cooperate with me.

My female neighbor is now completely obedient; she basically does whatever I ask her to do.

Just in case, I forced her to swallow two bottles of holy water, the kind where she swallows the bottles along with the water. If she dares to misbehave, I only need to lightly tap the bottles with a stick to break them, and she will die on the spot.

When night fell, I changed my clothes and took my female neighbor to the suburbs.

The nobleman who kept his female neighbor as a mistress was named Ronaldo Cadil.

The Kadir family seems to be a large and powerful clan; the previous lord of Linde City also appears to have the same surname. However, even for a large family, worshipping a vampire is intolerable, so Ronaldo only dared to keep it a secret from others and secretly support it. Therefore, the location of that villa is actually quite remote.

To avoid attracting attention, Ronaldo only dared to send his men out at midnight each time, and they could only travel in the most ordinary horse-drawn carriages.

I don't understand what Ronaldo is afraid of. There's hardly any defense in the city anymore. Even if he reveals that he's colluding with vampires, who can stop him?

Perhaps this is what "West Copper" refers to as a guilty conscience.

Anyway, his caution was a favor to me.

"Thump!"

"Who goes there?!"

"Thump!"

I knocked out the coachman and the guards following the carriage with a single blow, then opened the carriage door in a friendly manner. Inside, I found a girl in her early teens. Her rough hands clashed with her gorgeous clothes, and her awkward movements did not match the expensive jewelry she wore.

Clearly, this was a girl from a lower social class, perhaps a prostitute, or perhaps a respectable young woman hoping to marry into a noble family. In any case, she certainly had no idea what awaited her in the villa.

She was looking at me with a terrified expression, as if she was about to scream.

"Thump!"

"All done. Come on, neighbor, sit in the car and change into her clothes. I'll drive, and we'll go openly and honestly."

The female neighbor looked at the girl who had fainted in the carriage with a complicated expression, as if she was filled with resentment and nostalgia, as if she were seeing her former self.

I followed my female neighbor's gaze and looked over. I was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped my head.

"Damn it, how could I have forgotten about that!"

After saying that, I took off the necklace from the girl's neck, and oh, and the bracelet from her arm. These nice things are all going to end up in my pocket.

I tied up the guards and the coachman tightly, and threw them, along with the girl in the carriage, into the alley. Then I drove the carriage to the villa.

Since the carriage was originally sent by Ronaldo, the people at the villa already knew someone would be coming that night. Things unfolded exactly as I expected; they didn't suspect me at all, and I entered smoothly without anyone stopping me.

I changed into a waiter's uniform at the stable, took my female neighbor to the kitchen, and then took out pig's blood, holy water, and wine. I mixed them together according to the previously adjusted ratio, then found more than 10 wine glasses, filled them with wine, and placed them on a tray.

The first few cups of wine contain a small amount of holy water, which is gradually increased in the later cups, until the last few cups are basically holy water mixed with blood.

Afterwards, my female neighbor and I carried the tray into the living room, and we smiled and handed each person a glass of wine.

If anyone asks what this is, I'll answer that it's wine sent by Ronaldo.

Vampires are not afraid of poison, and since one of the waiters who brought the drinks was one of their own kind, they didn't suspect me and drank it without hesitation.

Hmm! I must say, it's actually quite delicious!

Because of the addition of a lot of fresh blood, plus the stimulating effect of a small amount of holy water, the vampire women's eyes lit up immediately after taking a sip.

Of course, some people were more sensitive to holy water and quickly grabbed me, asking if there was anything wrong with the wine.

Why did I feel dizzy and have a burning sensation in my stomach after drinking it?

"That's how it is with alcohol."

"Really? But can vampires get drunk?"

"That's right, that's why it's called good wine! Otherwise, why would Ronaldo have specially sent it over for you? Come, come, beautiful lady, have another glass."

After a few rounds of drinks, the vampire women gradually realized something was wrong. Why were they getting weaker the more they drank this stuff? And the first drink didn't seem to bother them, but the next few drinks made them feel worse.

This thing is way too exciting!

"No, no!"

"This is practically holy water!"

Finally, one of the vampires realized what was happening. Her eyes turned blood red, and she looked like she was about to transform. She glared at me angrily, as if she wanted to tear me to pieces.

Then she saw a stick appear in front of her.

"Thump!"