Chapter 42: Give Me Your Blood!

After realizing his current predicament, Herbert's expression immediately changed.

Not good.

There's a pervert!

"How did he get in here!?"

Huh!!?

Herbert felt a chill rush up from behind, and couldn't help but clench down there—passively tightening his sphincter.

No no no, when something happens, don't panic first!

Calm down.

This is my home turf, I'm the Warden, I control the sealing formation… ah!

The control of the sealing formation has been seized!

"Hiss…"

This is bad.

Honestly, if the other party were just a murderer, Herbert really wouldn't be this panicked.

All men must die—some deaths are lighter than a feather, others heavier than Mount Tai.

At worst, it's just death!

It's not like he hasn't been crushed to death by Mount Tai before.

But being violated by someone is different.

This—Herbert is truly afraid of it…

The other party is a terrifying existence who won't even spare fish!

Would they spare a beautiful white-haired youth like him!?

Obviously not, right!

Besides, think about what kind of place this is?

A monastery!

A priest and a little boy—classic material with a location buff.

And, the worst part is, even if Herbert kills himself right now, he'd very likely get taken for one last shot while still warm…

Having read all sorts of bizarre case files in his past life, he long ago stopped having any illusions about the degree of others' perversion.

Let alone corpses—some places won't even spare baboons and lizards.

Buffs maxed out, my friend.

"No, what's he doing coming here in the middle of the night!? Surely he's not actually after my body?"

Although Herbert was panicking like crazy, he hadn't lost his rationality, and noticed something off about this situation.

The alien prison is a very dangerous place—anyone who enters other than the Warden and the Archbishop will be identified as a prisoner.

There's simply no reason for him to actively walk into danger.

Secondly, even if he really wanted to make a move on Herbert, he wouldn't be in such a desperate rush, would he?

What's the hidden story behind all this?

Herbert thought about it for a moment, but quickly tossed these stray thoughts out of his mind.

Reasons and whatnot don't matter.

No matter what the other party is thinking, no matter what their purpose is, he can't hesitate any longer now.

Run run run!

Herbert took off at once, sprinting full tilt through the darkness.

In any case, find somewhere to hide first.

Lockers, wooden crates, primordial-force bushes, dig three fill one… damn it, why is there not a single place to hide here.

As Herbert frantically searched for a hiding spot, Nie Nasha reminded him in a ghostly, spectating tone: 【"He's rushing toward you right now~ Be careful~"】

?

No, whose side are you on exactly!?

"Nie Nasha!"

Herbert gritted his teeth and roared in his heart: "Are you really this happy to see me in danger?"

【"Am I? Aiya, I've always been easygoing~ Even if you get violated by him, it won't change how I see you."】

【"Besides, you're a man anyway, you won't be at a loss~"】

Easy for you to say!

Herbert couldn't be bothered to argue with Her, and directly ordered: "Stop just watching, give me some help! How long before he catches up?"

【"Haha, since you've put it that way, I'll reluctantly help you out~"】

Nie Nasha laughed teasingly twice, didn't refuse, and cooperated: 【"Let me see, about ten minutes?"】

Ten minutes.

Herbert calculated the distances to various places and immediately made up his mind.

Got it!

He turned to the left and charged toward the black iron coffin.

The other party was already very close, so Herbert didn't bother hiding and directly shouted at the top of his lungs: "Elisha!"

"Save me!"

It's time I need your help!

Three minutes.

Herbert rushed to the black-iron coffin holding the vampire, then without hesitation threw a punch straight at it.

Thud!

Eliza, who had been in a weak slumber inside the coffin, was startled badly and snapped her eyes open.

"Mm???"

Wh-what's going on!?

Has someone come to break me out of prison?

Or did someone attack?

The bewildered Eliza didn't speak for a moment, but Herbert outside the coffin was getting anxious and rained continuous punches on it.

Thud thud thud thud thud!

"Get up! Get up! The sun's already kissing your butt — how can you sleep at your age!"

Come out, quick!

A black-iron coffin already rings loud when struck, let alone the experience of being locked inside it; for a moment Eliza felt nothing but a buzzing in her skull.

"Aaaagh! So noisy!"

Eliza shouted, slammed back hard against the inner wall of the coffin, and roared with a thoroughly irritable attitude: "What are you doing now!"

Last time she hadn't gained any advantage from him, and had even been heavily polluted, nearly suffering a grievous loss of vital essence.

Through the crack of the coffin, a pair of crimson eyes blazed like blood-colored flames, glaring viciously at the youth outside the coffin.

Honestly, just looking at this scene, the image was actually rather eerie and creepy.

But in fact, what was creepier than the image was the words coming from the human youth's mouth.

He said:

"Cut the crap, give me your blood!"

Eliza: "I don't care what you're trying to—hm?"

?

Wait, what did he just say?

Huge question marks immediately surfaced in those crimson eyes.

Blood?

You?

I'm giving you blood!?

"You, uh, mm!? You, you want my blood?"

"Yes! Hand over the blood!"

No, those are all my lines!

Perhaps the shock had crossed some threshold, for the previously dazed vampire suddenly became calm at this moment, narrowing her eyes and sizing Herbert up and down.

"... What are you trying to do?"

Although Eliza didn't know what Herbert was up to, instinctively she felt something was very wrong.

A vampire demanding blood from a human was normal — it satisfies food and physiological needs.

But a human turning around and forcibly demanding blood from a vampire — that was strange!

What is this guy trying to do?

He… wants to become a vampire?

Eliza looked at Herbert suspiciously, unable to come up with any reason he would want to become a vampire.

A holy-class professional, wanting to fall and become a vampire?

That feels a bit off, doesn't it?

But, who cares.

What does it have to do with me?

This is a rare opportunity!

"Holy Knight, no matter what you're trying to do, I can give you my blood, but you must trade yours for it."

Eliza stared at Herbert and said in a low voice: "I give you one drop of blood, you give me a hundred drops."

Herbert nodded: "I'll give you three drops at most."

?

Eliza's composure instantly cracked, and she raged: "Three drops!!? Are you mad? That's my essence blood! Fifty drops minimum!"

She understood haggling, but what did it mean to hack the price down at the heel!

"Five drops. That's all I have."

Although Herbert was very anxious inside, the attitude he showed was quite unyielding, with not the slightest intention of compromising.

He even threatened:

"Think it over — this is the first deal between you and me. If you don't agree, then don't even think about it afterward!"

Miss Vampire, you don't want to… have no blood to drink in the future, do you?

(End of Chapter)