The story begins a long, long time ago.
At that time, there was no supreme demon god.
There was no eternal tower then.
At that time, the vampires were still very powerful.
Our story takes place within the small territory of a vampire count.
A shout shattered the castle's tranquility.
"Lord Dracula..."
Call me Earl!
A pale-faced, handsome man, whose identity was revealed by the patterns on his collar, while the fangs at the corners of his mouth and the fluctuating breath indicated that this count had recently broken through to the next level.
A blood-soaked servant prostrated himself on the ground and said respectfully,
"Your Excellency, the latest batch of humans we purchased has arrived. We would like to know...when will they be fed?"
"Can't you even tolerate this for a few days? You lowly creature, I really don't know how the previous earl could put up with you. Get out, get out! Your stench has ruined my whole day!"
The count was young and not very powerful, but he had an exceptionally high opinion of himself.
The blood servant, his head buried in the ground, could only suppress his thirst for blood and slowly retreat.
"etc!"
Count Dracula called out to the other man, asking casually,
"Besides purchasing humans, have you bought anything else on the list?"
List?
The blood servant immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly said,
"Everything has been done as you instructed. We bought 300 chickens, 200 pigs, 500 ducks, and 100 cattle and sheep... Oh, right, we couldn't buy a wolf, so I took the liberty of buying a werewolf instead..."
These things are not expensive.
However, Blood Servant was puzzled as to why this newly appointed Earl would buy these things.
If you're buying livestock, why not just buy humans?
Whether they are blood servants, blood slaves, or pure-blooded vampires, they don't need to eat meat on a daily basis; they only need to drink blood.
For them, human blood is undoubtedly the most delicious thing.
Werewolf blood is the worst-tasting; it's sour and smelly!
This count is quite strange; why would he want to buy these things?
Dracula noticed his subordinate's surprise and patiently explained,
"You filthy creatures have no idea how wonderful eating is. Humans need to be well-fed for their blood to taste better."
"Yes! Your Excellency is absolutely right!"
"Did you buy all the charcoal, spices, cumin, oil, and metal skewers I asked you to buy?"
"The younger one robbed a barbecue restaurant and got all the ingredients."
Where's the barbecue chef?
"I killed him on a whim."
"......"
Dracula waved his hand.
"Get lost."
The pale-faced count had a secret he couldn't tell anyone.
He is sick.
From the perspective of modern medicine, Dracula suffered from a very serious illness.
Disease name: pica.
As a vampire, he dislikes drinking blood; he doesn't like to eat human blood, the blood of his own kind, or the blood of beasts!
How could anyone eat something that smells so foul?
Dracula prefers another kind of food, human food—barbecue.
Anything, just brushed with oil, placed on a fire, roasted until sizzling and dripping oil, hiss—
That taste was absolutely amazing!
However, as a vampire count, he absolutely cannot let a second vampire know about this!
Otherwise, Dracula would become a laughing stock among vampires overnight!
Dracula endured it for two days.
Finally, on this day, he couldn't hold back any longer!
He secretly went to the pigsty, selected a suckling pig, slaughtered it, hid in a secluded place, and lit charcoal.
"I've heard about roast suckling pig for a long time, but this is my first time trying it..."
Under Dracula's careful roasting, the pig quickly turned golden brown and looked incredibly tempting!
No, it's about seducing vampires!
"Slurp."
The sound of swallowing saliva was exceptionally clear.
Dracula was stunned.
This isn't me swallowing saliva!
Dracula, who was roasting a suckling pig, heard the noise behind him and turned around abruptly.
He saw a human woman drooling in his direction.
To be precise, I was drooling over the roast suckling pig.
How could a human have gotten in here?!
Dracula instinctively reached out to kill the woman before him.
His ears twitched slightly as he heard footsteps approaching from outside the corridor. A group of vampires were getting closer!
Clearly, the woman who had escaped from prison had been discovered by the Blood Servants.
No, it might not be a discovery!
Dracula instantly understood the cause and effect.
He did not authorize his blood slaves and vampires to eat; these creatures were starving and could not hunt on their own.
Vampires are a strictly hierarchical race, and those who disobey the orders of their superiors will suffer the consequences.
So, these starving creatures came up with a perfect solution:
They deliberately let some humans escape, then killed them during the pursuit and drank their blood.
Once Dracula calmed down, it could be said that he had disappeared, or that he had resisted too fiercely and was already dead when he was caught.
The same thing had happened three or four times recently, but Dracula hadn't taken it to heart.
It wasn't until he bumped into his opponent that Dracula realized the secret behind it.
It's too late!
Neither running away nor killing the woman could explain the roast suckling pig in Dracula's hands.
As is well known, Dracula was a very proud man.
He had to do something to save face!
We need to give everyone a perfect explanation...
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