Chapter 71

"Yeah." Douma nodded seriously on the surface, but what he was thinking in his heart was, it's not a vampire, it's a cannibal!

When Karasuma Renya saw Douma nod, he almost couldn't maintain his forced reserve. The two opposite emotions of uncontrollable ecstasy and forced calm made his face, which was full of wrinkles due to age, look even more gloomy and terrifying.

However, the person concerned did not realize how scary his expression was. Karasuma Renya pinched his palms to try to calm down the heat in his heart. After failing, he stared at her with bloodshot eyes and said, "Mr. Douma, please tell me what you want. As long as I can do it, I will definitely meet your request."

At this moment, Karasuma Renya no longer cared about so many things. The immortality he had always dreamed of was right before his eyes, and he had completely forgotten about the negotiation skills he usually used.

Gin had remained silent since he came in. Now seeing the boss handing the initiative of this transaction directly to Douma, he couldn't help but frown.

However, although Gin felt that the boss's behavior was inappropriate, as an excellent "sword", he did not rashly interrupt. After all, how could a "sword" influence the thoughts of the person holding the knife?

Douma saw Gin's hesitation to speak, and he was a little surprised at Karasuma Renya's honesty. Deep down, Douma felt a little pain in his conscience for wanting to trick the other person.

However, conscience is something that hurts, and once you get used to it, it's not a big problem.

“Hmm…” Douma pretended to think, and under Karasuma Renya’s anxious gaze, he calmly asked, “How many people in the Black Organization know that I’m a vampire?”

"Only I and Gin know about this. No one else knows about it." Karasuma Renya blurted out the answer without thinking, feeling extremely anxious.

As a boss who is particularly careful about his life, Karasuma Renya is so careful that even within the Black Organization he personally founded, only a few people have seen him. He hides himself as deeply as possible. For example, an important mission like this one, which is related to his long-cherished wish, he only gave it to Gin, whom he trusts the most. No one else even knew anything about it.

"Boss!" Gin's face changed when he heard that, and he subconsciously stood in front of Karasuma Renya to protect her, which showed his loyalty.

After being called by Gin, the dizzy Karasuma Renya felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured over his head. The old man couldn't help but shudder. What did he do? He actually revealed the secret that Douma was a vampire, which only he and Gin knew. Isn't this asking for trouble?

After waking up, Karasuma Renya felt that he was about to die. After calming down, he tried to save his life and regained the superb acting skills that a successful person must have.

Karasuma Renya smiled brightly, waved to Gin who was standing in front of him, and said to Douma boldly: "I came here to show my sincerity to Mr. Douma. Regardless of whether this matter succeeds or not, I am willing to keep it a secret for Mr. Douma. Let's just be friends."

The implication that more friends mean more paths is almost smeared on Douma's face. Douma, who was originally planning to kill Karasuma Renya and take over the Black Organization, did not comment. He smiled faintly and said perfunctorily: "Of course, we are all friends."

Karasuma Renya, who was worried, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had never fought on the front line in all these years, he had come into contact with so many people. Karasuma Renya was still very confident in his judgment as to whether others had malicious intentions towards him.

Gin, who quietly stepped back and stood beside him, also confirmed Karasuma Renya's idea.

However, the two people who didn't notice the malicious intent didn't know how cheating Douma's shell was now. Malice doesn't exist. After all, who would have malicious intent towards food that is jumping around in front of them? It looks more delicious when it's a little more lively, slurp.jpg

Not to mention that Karasuma Renya is actually a hundred-year-old man with severe aging of organs all over his body. In the perception of Douma, the cannibal, his presence is not even as strong as that of Dazai Osamu, who possesses the [Disqualification from the Human World].

Seeing that Douma didn't ask for anything, Karasuma Renya, who had just calmed down for a while, felt the burning desire in his heart again. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying not to appear too anxious, and asked calmly, "What does Douma-san want in exchange?"

Douma was the only seller, so he was naturally in no hurry. It was not until Karasuma Renya could no longer bear it and urged him again that he slowly put forward his request: "I want the Black Organization you founded."

Compared to killing Karasuma Renya and then taking it by force, Douma prefers to obtain the ownership of the Black Organization through a legitimate transaction. As for whether Karasuma Renya is dead or alive after the transaction, it is none of Douma's business as the seller. It is up to us to decide whether to live or die.

What? He concealed the fatality rate of transformation? But the problem is that he is a mafia now. Isn't it common for him to break the law? What does a little concealment in a transaction mean? Douma, who has turned a little dark, thought.

Neither Karasuma Renya nor Gin could tell that Douma was harboring evil intentions, because Douma had been acting arrogant and indifferent from the beginning to the end, and with their eyesight they could tell that he was not pretending, and such an arrogant person would not bother to use any petty tricks.

After hearing Douma's request, Karasuma Renya did not answer immediately but thought for a while.

His original purpose in establishing the Black Organization was to gain eternal youth and immortality. Now that eternal youth and immortality are right in front of him, the originally important Black Organization is nothing compared to it.

As long as he regains the vitality of his youth, it will not be difficult for him to build an underground organization that is more powerful than the Black Organization. After all, the essence of this world is capital, and his Karasuma family is rich enough, and he is also ruthless enough.

Thinking of this, Karasuma Renya no longer hesitated and readily agreed: "I am willing to accept the price of transformation proposed by Mr. Douma."

"As long as you are willing." Douma glanced at Gin who was standing quietly beside him, and a subtle arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Very good, this SSR-level card, Gin, the best worker in the brewery, is destined to end up in his pocket.

The two happily reached a consensus.

Just as Douma stretched out his left hand and was about to scratch his right hand with his nails, Karasuma Renya suddenly interrupted his next move: "Wait a minute..."

"?" Douma had a question mark on his head. He didn't understand why Karasuma Renya called a halt. He didn't believe that this bad old man who was crazy about pursuing immortality would suddenly change his mind. However, he still asked politely, "Why, you changed your mind? Do you want to be a human more than a non-human?"

Douma: It is impossible to say vampire, we can only refer to it as non-human. This is his last stubbornness as a cannibal! He is a cannibal, not a vampire!

"No, I will not regret it, but..." Karasuma Renya answered decisively. He paused for a moment and continued, "I just wondered if I could see the transformation process and results of others with my own eyes first."

Douma understood that this evil old man was worried that he might die if his transformation failed, so he didn't dare to be the first to try. He was not in a hurry either, because he was already here, and the Black Organization was destined to be his today.

Seeing that Douma was smiling but not saying anything, Karasuma Renya hurriedly said, "I can raise the price. You can name the price."

"You don't have to pay extra, but there are only three of us here, and the candidate for the test subject..." Douma pointed out the key point maliciously, and his eyes fell on Gin meaningfully.

"Gin, are you willing to blaze a trail for me?" Karasuma Renya also turned to look at Gin, his tone full of the majesty of a boss.

This scene made Douma, who was watching the show, hallucinate for a second. Is this the legendary different world with the same scumbag leader?

Even though Karasuma Renya deliberately avoided the word "test subject" and only said "exploring the way", Gin knew his role very well. Having been an experimented on before, Gin accepted this well. He lowered his head and said, "Boss, I am willing to explore the way for you."

Douma:?! How can you tolerate this? As expected, he really wants this Gin. Why do other people have handsome, loyal and capable subordinates? (The others here need to @Dazai Osamu, and the poisonous Akutagawa Ryunosuke should have a name)

Karasuma Renya was not surprised by Gin's choice, otherwise he would not trust Gin so much. Although the entire organization was established by him personally, if he had to choose the person he trusted the most, he would only choose Gin.

Karasuma Renya, who was already used to this, didn't take it seriously. He turned to Douma and asked, "Mr. Douma, what do you think..."

"Since you guys are willing, I have nothing to say." Douma continued the action that was interrupted just now. His nails flashed with cold light and scratched his right hand. The blood that had originally gathered together had a tendency to drip under his control. He waved to Gin and ordered, "Drink it."

Gin is about the same height as Douma, so he can only bend down slightly, holding Douma's cold right hand, and licking the sticky blood that is reluctant to leave the wound.

Hiss! Douma swallowed his cry of pain and glared at Gin who was biting people like a dog. He thought with great vengeance: If Gin doesn't listen to him in the future, he will just catch him (?) and dry him in the sun until he turns to ashes.

It was as if the active ghost blood began to transform Gin drastically as soon as it entered his body. The intense pain made Gin, who had maximum endurance, unable to help but become dazed and fall to the ground.

Gin curled up in agony. His strong pride forced him to suppress his cries, and only let out tiny, painful breaths and sobs.

The intermittent sounds of enduring pain made Karasuma Renya, who knew Gin well, feel a chill down his spine: As expected... transformation cannot be accomplished by simply drinking blood, even Gin was in so much pain.

The excruciating pain lasted for a long time, so long that Gin's consciousness became blurred and he even thought he was going to die ridiculously from the excessive pain. Only then did the terrible pain gradually subside and his body relaxed.

Douma sensed the newfound connection between him and Gin and couldn't help but smile; his blood wasn't wasted after all.