Chapter 66: But What Is the Price (33 Extra Chapter)

In the end, Herbert did the humane thing for once.

Though he felt a pang of regret inside, he still did not push the coffin lid back to clamp Elisa's tongue.

Instead, he extended his fingers forward just enough to let fresh blood drip onto the tip of Elisa's tongue.

Look how hard she's trying — just give her what she wants.

After all, Elisa's blood essence had genuinely granted him some abilities; there was no need to welch on that.

Drip.

The moment the first drop of blood essence landed on her tongue, Elisa's whole body jolted.

This taste...

This taste!!?

Elisa could spare no thought for anything else; she pressed herself almost flush against the crack, stretching her tongue out as far as she could, trying to wrap it around Herbert's finger.

But the distance was too great — no matter how she tried, she couldn't reach.

After several failed attempts, the agitated her completely forgot herself and, with no trace of dignity left, began to beg:

"Give... me! Give it to me!!!"

"Please!"

"Give it to me!"

"Give me your blood! I'll do anything after—"

Herbert was startled by her frenzied state; his brows twitched, and it took considerable effort for him to hold his ground and not step back.

His blood seemed to have become the very trigger, plunging Elisa into this near-mad frenzy.

"This is... a chance!"

Herbert keenly caught the scent of opportunity.

He knew that if he could give his blood to Elisa right now, her affection would surely soar.

That would be wonderful.

Besides, the remaining nine drops of blood were something he was supposed to hand over to Elisa as agreed... that made it even better.

Pure freebie of a favor.

But he didn't do it right away.

Sending charcoal in the snow is always better than adding flowers to brocade!

Instead, he waved his finger back and forth in front of her eyes, making sure her gaze had gone hazy and she was on the verge of breaking, before finally bringing it to her lips.

"Alright, but don't suck too much."

If you're going to help, then help all the way.

Herbert shoved his finger straight into Elisa's mouth — the inside of her mouth wasn't hot, but it certainly wasn't cold either, just slightly cool.

It actually felt rather pleasant.

Herbert was comfortable, while Elisa had fallen into utter madness.

Her crimson eyes wide, she sucked hard on Herbert's finger, looking as though she wanted to wring every drop of blood from his body.

Glug.

Glug.

Glug.

As that intense surge of stimulation flooded her body, her heart trembled violently — spurting blood outward with a wet hiss.

"Ahhh, ahhh!!!"

Accompanied by a scream that was seven parts agitation, two parts excitement, one part lewdness, and ninety parts sheer madness.

Boom!

The entire black-iron coffin shuddered violently; a wave of blood-colored air burst from the crack, shoving Herbert backward two full steps.

"Whoa, that's quite a commotion!"

Herbert blinked, watching the trembling coffin with surprise.

The sound grew louder and more startling, gradually spreading from the center to the entire area.

Boom boom boom!

Amid a soul-shaking tremor, a pale-white hand suddenly shot out from the crack and seized the heavy black-iron coffin lid.

Accompanied by a piercing screech of friction, the massive coffin lid was flung open with ease.

Creak—

Then, a flash of silver, strikingly bright against the darkness, slowly emerged from the widening crack.

She's out!

Her head is out!

When that exquisite head poked out from the coffin, Herbert nodded with a sigh of admiration.

Silver hair, red eyes... just as expected, it's her.

Her somewhat pale skin had taken on a faint pink flush; the corners of her lips curled upward, her face alight with pleasure and rapture.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

That beautiful, bewitching face tinged with madness was exactly the same as the kinslayer in his memories!

Herbert admired the sight for a moment, then suddenly blinked.

Why is she...

Only showing her head?

Why isn't the rest of her coming out too?

He asked hesitantly, "You're... not coming out?"

And to Herbert's question, Elisa fell suddenly silent, wordlessly lifting her chin.

Clank, clank, clank...

Accompanied by the sound of iron chains coming from within the coffin, Herbert's eyes went wide as he saw the black iron chain bound around her neck.

"I do want to come out, but..."

Elisa's face twitched. She stretched her neck upward with effort and said helplessly, "This is already my limit right now."

She had thought that after recovering part of her strength, she could successfully escape from this damned coffin.

But she hadn't expected that wretched chain couldn't be snapped!!?

So although the situation was much better than before, she could only poke a single head out of the coffin.

Herbert looked at the scene before him, somewhat speechless.

Coffin, woman, head, vampire, darkness...

These keywords together, no matter how you looked at it, felt like walking onto the set of a horror film.

A bit too rated-R.

"Then you... hmm?"

Hey, wait.

Herbert suddenly thought of a very interesting question.

He hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist his curiosity, and asked tentatively, "Are you currently squatting inside the coffin?"

The coffin was only a little over a meter tall, and she was only showing a head right now, so... what exactly was Elisa's posture inside?

The philosophical depth of this question was like asking whether Dugtrio underground were actually three muscular hunks hugging each other.

And as the person in question, Elisa was silent for a long while, then sighed weakly and nodded.

"... Mm."

She did want to ask... what else?

Other than this posture, what other posture could I possibly be in?

The two stared at each other awkwardly for a while, and finally it was Herbert who broke the silence first.

He nodded, then extended his hand toward the Vampire Prince who only had a head.

"Alright, since you've recovered now, then... please pay up."

Hmm?

"Pay what?"

Elisa blinked, turning her head in confusion.

"Of course your essence blood. Or are you trying to welch on the deal?"

Herbert deliberately waved his somewhat shriveled, sucked-dry finger in front of her and said slowly, "The blood you just sucked was far more than ten drops."

Elisa of course recalled her own actions just now, pouted a little awkwardly, and muttered stubbornly, "Fine, I'll give you one more drop, so stingy..."

"One drop? Ten drops!"

Herbert smiled faintly and said meaningfully, "Who told you the ratio was still one-to-ten this time?"

???

Elisa flew into a rage: "What!? You're cheating!"

Despicable!

Are you even a Holy Knight!?

Herbert smiled smugly and said darkly, "I don't care! It wasn't my blood that got sucked just now. Less nonsense, pay up!"

Do you understand the value of "don't eat first and pay later at scenic spots!"?

And at the very same moment Herbert was extorting the Vampire Prince.

In the treehouse, Sifani furrowed her brow tightly, tapping the table with some impatience.

"How... much longer is he going to waste?"

"Why hasn't he come over yet?"

Three updates today, plus 1 extra. Extra update (5/9)

It's the end of the month, how about begging for some monthly tickets?

We're at 700 tickets, feels like another extra update isn't far off.

Feels like 1000 tickets for another extra update isn't that far away either...

In short, begging for follows! Begging for monthly tickets!

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(End of this chapter)