Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Jiang Shi Nian nodded with satisfaction, a faint smile appearing on his face, as if he was very satisfied with the vampire's answer.

His eyes revealed a kind of pride and relief after success, making people feel that he seemed to have complete control of the situation.

"It seems that our conversation has basically ended successfully. Let's eat quickly, or the food will get cold."

Then he grabbed another piece of crispy roasted lamb leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

He started chewing the food with a "crunch, crunch" sound, oblivious to the people around him, enjoying the meal very much, as if he had completely forgotten the tense atmosphere of the negotiation.

His face was filled with satisfaction, as if everything in the world was under his control.

"Uh……"

The vampire looked at the sumptuous meal in front of him and was a little dazed.

This demon king actually likes these human foods so much?

As a vampire noble, he has even evolved to the level of blood clan, which is fundamentally different from ordinary vampires.

Only the recently transformed low-level vampires would reject these human foods due to their body's instinct and be unable to eat them normally.

For a noble vampire like him, although he no longer has any actual nutritional needs for human food, he can still accept it.

However, since they have transcended the realm of life and death of humans, eating human food has no substantial benefits other than satisfying some sense of ritual and taste enjoyment.

To them, what is truly delicious is human beings themselves.

Human energy and blood exude a unique scent that belongs only to them. Each person is like a unique delicacy with a different "flavor".

For example, a baby has a pure and sweet milk aroma, and is as tender and delicious as the purest dairy products.

The boy's scent is like some salty and rich cheese, while the girl's scent is more like sweet yogurt, exuding an enticing fragrance.

As for men, women, middle-aged people, and the elderly... their scents are either like mellow red wine, or like exquisite desserts and delicious dishes...

Each person's taste, after some special and complicated "tasting" process, will be displayed to the extreme, which will drive people crazy just thinking about it.

Chapter 170 Test Subject: Saint Shuas

The vampire shook his head violently, trying to sober himself up from these dangerous thoughts. Then, he spoke softly:

"Your Majesty the Ancient Demon King, I am a second-generation noble of the Saint Shuas family. I will be honored by any title you give me."

At this moment, the previous resistance and dissatisfaction in his tone were gone, and instead there was a sense of humility and obedience.

He has obviously accepted his fate and decided to find a chance to survive and develop under Jiang Shi Nian's control.

His eyes revealed a helpless compromise, as if he had given up struggling and was ready to embrace an unknown fate.

In the elegant and almost dreamy box, the crystal chandelier looks like a bright golden sun.

The light that shines down is soft and warm, gently touching every inch of the space, reflecting on the exquisitely carved walls, creating a faint, dreamy halo.

The air is filled with the rich aroma of food and a faint scent of magic, the two intertwined like an invisible web, creating a unique atmosphere that is mysterious and alluring.

"Then I'll call you Saint Shuas."

Jiang Shi Nian leaned lazily and casually on the chair which was a little too large, like a king who dominated everything, and one hand was nonchalantly playing with the wine glass on the table.

The wine glass turned lightly under his slender and powerful fingertips, and the red wine inside seemed to be cast under a magic spell.

Slightly ripples appeared in the air, reflecting a color that was so bright that it was almost enchanting, just like the light flashing in his eyes at that moment.

His voice was low and hoarse, like the sobs coming from the Netherworld, with an unquestionable and irresistible tone.

It was as if he had just said it casually and the name was decided upon, just as if he was controlling the fate of Saint Shuas at will.

"In addition to these conditions, you must also use your body to help me complete my research on magic when I need to conduct some magic experiments. Of course, in return, I will prepare a few death row prisoners for you to help you recover your blood and physical strength so that you will not starve to death."

He sat up slightly, his movements graceful but with an invisible pressure, his scarlet eyes fixed on Saint Shuas.

The look in his eyes was like two sharp cold rays, piercing straight at the other person, revealing a kind of indifference and majesty, as if he was talking about an ordinary and trivial matter.

He didn't care at all that this might be an extremely dangerous and life-threatening request for Saint Shuas, as if Saint Shuas's life was as insignificant as an ant in his eyes.

"Yes, no problem. Everything is up to you."

Saint Shuas lowered his head slightly, his posture was almost humble.

There was no expression on his pale, almost transparent face, as if he was wearing a cold mask, but deep in his eyes there was a barely perceptible hint of helplessness and forbearance, just like the fleeting starlight in the night sky.

His slender fingers rested lightly on the chair handle, but he couldn't help trembling slightly.

The trembling was like fallen leaves shaking in the autumn wind, revealing the surging tension and anxiety in his heart, but he could only suppress it desperately, not daring to show it in the slightest.

In fact, as an immortal, one cannot easily see through life and death and indifferently ignore them just because he has experienced the changes of a long time and deeply felt the ruthless passage of time.

On the contrary, the vast majority of these immortals generally cherish their lives more than those short-lived guys, as if they were the most precious treasure in the world.

For one thing, they often consider themselves to be inherently nobler than those who have a shorter lifespan.

After all, we can stand on the long river of history and watch the changes of the times with cold eyes.

This unique and extraordinary experience does indeed make them unconsciously develop a sense of pride that is so strong that it is almost arrogant.

Secondly, desire is endless, like a bottomless black hole, and all the good things they enjoy will never end.

Instead, it will be like drinking poison to quench thirst, making them more eager to indulge in it and enjoy it forever.

The conditions proposed by Jiang Shi Nian may be in the minds of ordinary people.

There is no freedom in this kind of life where one is manipulated and controlled by others. One may even feel that there is no difference between having no freedom and death.

But for Saint Shuas, these conditions were already extremely comfortable, like a ray of light seen in the darkness.

It's just participating in a few magic experiments, translating some scriptures, and providing burial places for some treasures.

Although each of these may pose a hidden danger, they seem insignificant compared to the days of being imprisoned in that dark coffin.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the hundreds of years he was imprisoned in the coffin, a memory that was like a nightmare and could not be erased.

At that time, there was only endless darkness that tightly wrapped around him like the tentacles of a devil, causing him to suffer as if he were in hell.

Sure, vampires do sleep in coffins, but it's a natural, peaceful state of dormancy.

However, he was forced to lie in the coffin, his consciousness remaining awake at all times due to the evil power of magic, whose purpose was to drain the energy in his body bit by bit, causing him to gradually weaken in endless pain.

In such a desperate situation, his hands and feet could not move, his body was completely imprisoned, the darkness around him seemed eternal, and deathly silence always surrounded him like a shadow. Every minute and every second was torture.

During these hundreds of years of darkness, the loneliness, helplessness and despair that penetrated deep into his bones were more terrifying than death. They were like a blunt knife, slowly cutting his soul.

Just like the Holy Lord, he is very smart. He does not want to waste all his wisdom in endless suffering in hell and finally wait for death to come.

So he paid a heavy price by using nearly a quarter of his own anger to make the other seven brothers and sisters believe in him, and thus successfully escaped from hell.

This is the instinct of living things for survival, just like a moth struggling in a flame, knowing that it may be smashed to pieces, but still struggling to fly towards that glimmer of life.

Since we can live comfortably, who would be willing to give up life and die easily?

Back then, the demons were conquered by the righteous wizards. In that critical moment, my elders once told me something earnestly: "Live indifferently."

He has always kept these words in mind, as if burying a precious seed deep in his heart.

That elder was his only relative. In order to protect him, he resolutely chose to die. That tragic figure became an indelible pain in his heart.

Chapter 171 Dad’s Warning

Even if it is only for this heavy debt of gratitude, he will stubbornly live on, even under this humiliating captivity!

"I agree to all your conditions and I will abide by your rules. I will tell you the locations of the treasures and the locations of various strange powers that I know of in a moment. The work of translating the magic book can also begin immediately."

Saint Shuas's bowed head was like a withered petal, symbolizing the end of this seemingly friendly but actually mysterious and oppressive negotiation.

"Ah, very good."

Jiang Shi Nian nodded with satisfaction, a barely perceptible smugness flickering in his scarlet eyes, like a cunning fox.

I felt somewhat fortunate that I had successfully tricked a not-so-capable person who could help me solve many problems, even though this "person" was so reluctant and helpless.

He ignored Saint Shuas as if he was discarding a used tool, and instead reached out to grab a whole eight-treasure chicken and stuffed it into his mouth without any elegance.

His mouth was full of oil and juice was sliding down the corners of his mouth. He completely disregarded his image, as if at this moment, he was the most indulgent and wanton ruler in the world.

"Hurry up and eat. We've been chatting for so long, the food is getting a little cold. Just eat what you have. A death row prisoner will be brought to you in a little while."

Jiang Shi Nian's hoarse and low voice echoed in this relatively spacious box, with a faint commanding tone, as if it were an oracle that could not be disobeyed.

Saint Shuas looked at the food in front of him that had almost been eaten by Jiang Shinian, and a stiff smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That smile was like the frozen surface of a lake in winter, cold and bitter, full of helplessness and self-mockery, as if silently telling of his complicated and tangled mood at the moment.

"OK......"

After the meal, Jiang Shi Nian placed Saint Shuas in his personal space.

However, this time it was not that box, but a more spacious and luxurious villa, as if a canary was locked in a more gorgeous cage.

I saw a group of black shadow ninjas busy like ghosts, carrying magic books as thick as stone slabs into the villa, piling them up like a mountain, like a tomb of knowledge.

At the same time, Jiang Shi Nian also successfully obtained the locations of the treasures hidden and various sealed places known to Saint Shuas.

He immediately ordered the shadow soldiers to investigate and search according to these clues one by one, his eyes revealing a hint of eagerness and greed, as if a hungry wolf saw its prey.

He himself also began to prepare to go to where Ah Fu was.

So much time has passed, it might not be easy to get the Siwa Temple bracelet, but in his opinion, this is not a big problem that cannot be solved, just like a small stone on the road.

He went there for one reason or another to see if those magicians could be subdued and become his laborers... oh no, his subordinates.

In his mind, those magicians possessed unique magical abilities, like untamed swords.

If he could use it for his own benefit, it would certainly be of great benefit to his plan, just like adding bricks and tiles to his road to hegemony.

Secondly, it was because of the intervention of these magicians that Ah Fu’s situation became somewhat bad.

He was worried that if things continued to develop, Ah Fu might end up in jail.

Once imprisoned, Ah Fu will inevitably be enveloped by positive magic.

At that time, if he wanted to rescue Ah Fu again, he would have to resort to violent means. This was a situation he was extremely reluctant to see, as if it had touched his most sensitive nerve.

Therefore, he felt it necessary to go and see in person whether he needed to take Ah Fu away directly, like a chess player in control of the overall situation.

Always pay attention to the movement of every chess piece on the board.