Chapter 109: Saving the Tsundere, Ruthless Blood Hunter 04

If he doesn't let go, Chu Tang thinks, they will surely act without regard for pretense.

The arm imprisoned at the waist was especially cold; the blood clan's bodies have no temperature, and this chill seems able to pierce the marrow.

This made Chu Tang feel especially uneasy.

Jin Chen, however, didn't move, casually picking up a piece of pudding.

The blood clan's snacks all have special effects; most given to humans to eat are blood‑tonic, so that the blood slaves can have sweeter blood,

Chu Tang glanced and sneered.

"You still say you don't treat me as a blood servant, but this is what blood servants eat."

Jin Chen: "……"

Heaven and earth as my witness, he truly can't find anything else edible for humans.

Early in the morning, if he personally went to the kitchen to cook, word would spread tomorrow that His Highness Lan Si Luo Te had gone out and lost his mind.

Seeing Jin Chen choke, Chu Tang felt a subtle amusement.

He suppressed the urge to curl his lips and didn't continue speaking.

But his body was clamoring with hunger and weakness.

Jin Chen sighed and continued to coax gently.

I ordered the kitchen to prepare human food; eat this first to fill your stomach.

Only then did Chu Tang reluctantly take the pudding and start eating.

"Let me look at the wound on the back of your neck."

Before acting this time, Jin Chen gave a heads‑up, so the youth wouldn't startle and hurt himself again.

Chu Tang frowned, the motion of sucking on the pudding pausing slightly; how could he not know there was still a wound on the back of his neck?

Cold fingers fell on the youth's neck, gently pulling open the collar; Jin Chen sat on the bedside, slightly turning to look.

The wound had scabbed over, though it was somewhat infected, with debris from the instruments still around.

It was from when Wo Er Ke smashed something yesterday, splashing onto it; blood appeared almost immediately, though perhaps the chest wound was more serious, and Chu Tang themselves hadn't realized it.

A fingertip lightly touched, and a low, clear voice sounded in Chu Tang's ear.

There's some infection; later I'll have the medic examine it.

"Oh."

Chu Tang glanced at Jin Chen.

"This Lan Si Luo Te is quite strange."

"Is he this gentle to everyone?"

"Where is there even a hint of a noble blood‑clan prince? He must be a fake."

The youth silently complained in his heart, his eyes wandering over Jin Chen.

Jin Chen noticed, moving his fingertips to the top of his head and rubbing it.

The hair was soft, feeling nice.

Before Chu Tang could get angry again, Jin Chen stood up and tidied his disheveled collar.

"Can you stand up?"

Chu Tang sprang up from the bed, eyes on guard, "Yes!"

"Then let's go to the dining hall to eat; later I'll have the medic clean your wound?"

"Whatever, fine."

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, "In this world, wives are quite prickly."

Knowing the youth didn't know the way, he left the room first, gesturing for him to follow.

Chu Tang passed through room after room in the corridor; this place seemed much larger than Wo Er Ke's castle, so he could only laboriously note some conspicuous landmarks.

To make it easier for himself to find things later.

The two walked for several minutes before reaching the dining hall.

Xi Sen and the servants were already waiting there.

Upon seeing Jin Chen enter, they all bowed.

Jin Chen glanced at them, knowing that with so many blood clan present, Chu Tang would surely feel uncomfortable.

"You don't need to serve today; go away."

"This……"

Xi Sen looked at Chu Tang, seeing the youth's gaze grow increasingly fierce, then after a few seconds averted his eyes.

"Very well, Your Highness; I wish you and your human friend an enjoyable meal."

Xi Sen, gloved in white, gestured to the left‑hand long table with graceful poise, "This table is specially prepared for human food."

After the servants left, Chu Tang finally relaxed his tense body a little.

The scent of food, long absent, lingered in his nose.

During the month he had been undercover at Wo Er Ke's, he had almost daily eaten the blood clan's heavy blood‑tonic food; although he had grown used to it, the taste was still awful.

Nothing compares to the deliciousness of carefully cooked food.

"Eat."

Jin Chen pulled out a chair for him.

The youth pursed his lips, sat down, and looked toward Jin Chen.

The two weren't far apart; Jin Chen sat at the head, before him lay exquisite, luxurious tableware, the contents of which were obviously blood.

In Chu Tang's delicate eyes, a faint, hardly perceptible hint flashed.

As expected, the blood clan are all the same.

The hatred of many years had long blinded the youth's thoughts; he never imagined that the blood clan's blood-drinking was just like humans eating meals, both merely to sustain life.

However, the types of food are many, not limited to humans.

Jin Chen opened the exquisite lid of the vessel and lifted it to sniff lightly.

It had no unpleasant taste; apparently it was the blood fruit from the Dark Moon Forest.

He drank a mouthful with ease; it was very filling, though the taste was raw and astringent, not at all good.

I don't know if I can eat human food, but this thing is too hard to swallow.

【No, Host, if you eat human food you will feel terrible.】

0731 promptly stopped it.

Jin Chen sighed regretfully.

It seems in this world I can only give up my cravings for food.

The Original Host was also miserable; born a noble blood clan, he actually was allergic to human blood and even smelled it as foul.

Wait a moment.

Jin Chen suddenly looked at his own wife.

【Why did I not find Chu Tang's blood smelly when I just smelled it? Is it not a problem with the Original Host's body?】

0731 said it quite understood.

【Normal, Host, love can relieve pain and even cure illness.】

【Perhaps you are only not allergic to the blood of the Little Pitiful One.】

I truly don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Jin Chen gave a faint smile and shook his head.

Seeing the master's seat, Jin Chen's expression kept shifting; Chu Tang, while eating meat, thought.

It is rumored that Lanselot is naturally a hothead, and indeed it seems true.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded again outside the restaurant.

Chu Tang instantly became alert and quickly turned his head to look.

Xisen's voice rose with the footsteps as he held a tray in his hand.

"Your Highness, this is the fine blood granted by the King; try it, perhaps you can swallow it."

Jin Chen happened to be somewhat tired of the taste of the blood fruit juice.

He waved, signaling Xisen to come over.

It smelled not bad, so it was okay.

Jin Chen lifted a small cup and drank it down.

"Pfft!"

As soon as it entered his mouth, Jin Chen quickly turned his head to spit it out, his face grim.

It was just like drinking a cup of foul ink.

Xisen was shocked, yet as if accustomed, he handed Jin Chen a handkerchief and poured him a cup of water to rinse his mouth.

"Sorry, Your Highness… I thought you could drink this."

"From now on, do not send any human blood over."

Jin Chen gulped down several mouthfuls of water, barely suppressing the urge to vomit, his voice turning cold.

"Yes, yes."

Xisen sighed and left the restaurant.

He could become a steward in several noble castles, an enviable position.

A large part of the reason is that every time other nobles or the King sent blood to the castle, it ended up in his mouth.

Lanselot Your Highness simply cannot touch it, but out of noble courtesy he cannot refuse to accept it.

Chu Tang watched the whole process, utterly puzzled, his gaze falling on the bloodstains on the ground before turning back to Jin Chen.

He finally couldn't help but ask, "You don't like drinking blood?"