"Okay." Lin Su tilted his neck and said, "This is what a competent chef should do."
Celt narrowed his eyes, touched Lin Su's cheek with his fingers, and gently stroked it, "Does it include the enjoyment of the body?"
This human was born with a really good appearance. If it weren't for the temperature that he liked, he would have thought he was a vampire.
As a vampire, he hated the existence of a lowly race like vampires. A race whose brains were controlled by appetite and who had lost the vampire style did not deserve to exist.
Therefore, he had never embraced any human being, given them the ability to suck blood and a long lifespan. Of course, the cowardly posture and imperfect appearance of humans did not meet his aesthetic standards, and they were not even qualified to climb into his bed.
The vampires don't like others touching their things. The person in front of them belongs to Yi Zhelai, so the ancestor will definitely come to him to retrieve the food. Before that, he shouldn't touch the food to avoid alerting the enemy, but... it's his anyway, so it doesn't make any difference if it's earlier or later.
"If you want, I can't resist." Lin Su said as he let him caress him.
He was as calm as ever, as if nothing could break his composure.
"I remember you were with a man who was also a vampire before." Celt's eyes darkened and he asked, "Are you planning to betray him?"
He should be talking about Ian and Yi Zhelai. Lin Su raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly: "He is just like you. I just exist as his food. After all, you know I come from the slums and I am very short of money."
He had been very calm before, but now he suddenly smiled, and the carriage traveling through the dense forest seemed to be filled with sunlight.
Were they all vampires being fed? Were they all the same? He was truly a rather arrogant human being.
"It's really a philanthropic food, boring." Celt pulled his hand out, sat down to the side and closed his eyes to rest, not intending to pay any more attention to the new food.
How can a dignified vampire be led by the nose by a human?
It was daytime when the Holy See sent people here. This was the time for the vampires to rest, so Celt was not as energetic as before.
He stopped and Lin Su didn't bother him anymore.
What is daytime for humans is nighttime for vampires.
As a prince, Celt would come out in person to pick someone up. It was obvious that he was determined to capture Ian, or Yizhelai, so he would not attempt to kill him for the time being. Instead...
The carriage drove towards the far end of the jungle, and Lin Su closed his eyes to rest. To be able to support such powerful movements and speed, the vampires must have very strong physical strength. There was going to be a tough battle to fight next.
The people in the Vatican saw off the Sons of God, and it was a time when their nerves relaxed. However, it must be said that when the Sons of God gathered here, many people's nerves were tense, for fear of offending a group of people who would serve the Lord in the future.
The unchosen saints were about to be sent back. Arnold and the others looked visibly downcast. Bishop Bart had never encountered such a large-scale elimination before, and he was not in a good mood when facing the remaining people: "Have you guys secretly eaten anything in the past month?"
"No, we all eat according to the surveillance." Arnold said.
"Yes, we didn't touch the meat." said another teenager.
They were talking at once, and Bishop Bart slammed the table and said, "What the hell is going on?!"
The young men were all startled, their heads lowered in silence, and even their previously spoiled demeanor had lost its momentum. They mumbled, "I've noticed they always have garlic in their food, but we don't."
"It's just garlic." Arnold and the others said, "It's not considered meat."
"Garlic?" Bishop Bart looked over fiercely. "What's going on?"
Could it be that they already knew where the Son of God would be sent? Then these people couldn't be released.
"Did Mr. Lin tell us to eat?" a young man asked. "He's our instructor, so of course we have to obey. Is there something wrong, Your Excellency, Bishop?"
"Lin?" Bart felt something was wrong. "Did he tell you why he asked you to eat garlic?"
“That’s not mentioned.”
"We don't know either..."
"Is it related to the selection of the Holy Son?"
"Oh, yes, the Lord doesn't like the taste of garlic." Bart said in his usual kind tone.
“How come I didn’t know that the Lord didn’t like the taste of garlic?” Albert said as he stood at the door.
Bart looked over and had no idea when he had been standing there.
Albert had hunted many vampires and of course knew their weaknesses. They were afraid of sunlight and mithril, and they extremely hated the smell of garlic.
He had always had doubts about the month-long training of the Holy Sons. For example, why did they have to be vegetarian? Where did the trained Holy Sons go? Why was there a selection every year? And why did Lin feed the young men garlic?
He must know something.
"This is the new order from the Pope. If you eat garlic, you will stink. How can you be worthy of staying by the Lord's side?" Bart said stubbornly in a panic.
Albert walked over with a serious face, put his arm around Bishop Bart's shoulders and said, "Come out with me for a moment."
He couldn't let his suspicions be exposed in front of these children; that would be too cruel to them.
Because Bart felt guilty, he was forcibly taken away from there. When they reached a secluded place, Albert suddenly let go of him with a very ugly look on his face: "Can you tell me what's going on?"
Bart straightened his ruffled collar and said, "As I said earlier, the Lord hates the smell of garlic. If you have any complaints, you can ask the Pope."
"Is it the Lord who hates it, or those vampires?" Albert grabbed his collar and said, "Don't lie to me again. If it was the Lord who hated it, Lin wouldn't have given them garlic at all."
That person disdained to eliminate the holy sons who served the Lord in that way.
He had seen vampires and killed vampires, so it was normal for him to know the weaknesses of vampires. He must have known something that allowed him to distinguish who the real enemy was.
"That Lin rashly changed the training of the Son of God, and will be punished by the Lord. How can we take his words seriously?" Bishop Bart had already planned to detain Lin Su here forever. People who knew too much, even precious alchemists, could no longer live in the public eye.
Once the truth is revealed, it will not be a problem of mithril and aluminum, but the entire Vatican's rule will collapse completely.
In such a comparison, an excellent alchemist is insignificant.
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