Chapter 242 – 56. Bloodwind. (3)
There are a total of three candidates for the vacancy created by the death of conductor Arione.
Eyed Siri.
Bloodthirsty Arpen.
Prince Juranza.
After the brief self-introductions of the three candidates, the top 10 members began voting in earnest.
This time, the moderator is, of course, Sword Emperor Magnus.
Just like his concise and refreshing personality, the candidate voting proceeded quickly.
First of all, there is only one vote in favor of Ciri’s eyes, that of the blood club Jione Danju. As long as everyone didn’t vote for abstaining there, the elimination of one eye was no different from a fait accompli.
Then, it was the turn of the bloodthirsty Arpen.
Upvotes going up all over the place at the same time.
– Sword Emperor Magnus.
– Infernal Granzo.
– Agent of the Duke of Belver.
– Money Ghost Allen.
So, a total of four votes in favor.
Finally, if Prince Juranza gets all the remaining four votes, a re-vote will take place, but unfortunately, one abstaining vote came out right away.
The one who abstained was Danju Raiga, the monster of the north.
“I am against all of them. There is no one I like.”
So, the spot in the round of 10 this time was taken by Arpen, the bloodthirsty.
… It is as if the picture that the Marquis Partalotti had hoped for.
Among the candidates waiting in the waiting room, the two candidates who were eliminated left immediately, and only the bloodbath, which had reached the round of 10, entered the meeting room again.
He bowed politely with a smile on his face and thanked the top 10 sophomores who were now comrades.
“Thank you. I will continue to work hard to become a sweet wine suitable for this position.”
Only a few rounds of applause erupted, and the celebration ended right away.
The Bloodthirsty looked at the backs of the sophomores, each leaving their own way, and quickly approached one of them.
Currently, the most talked about person on the continent.
Money ghost, Allen sober.
“Sweet Lord.”
“Oh, Arpen Danju. Congratulations on reaching the top 10.”
Allen smiled lightly and held out his hand. Arpen warmly grabbed the opponent’s outstretched hand and shook it up and down a couple of times.
“Do you have time tonight?”
“In the evening? What brings you here?”
“I was wondering if you could give me the honor to dine with you.”
“Eat.”
The money ghost thought for a moment, stroking his chin lightly with his finger. Of course, he has already decided on the answer in his mind, but it doesn’t seem a bit empty when he opens it up right away saying he wants to put it in like a loose prostitute.
“Please think of sharing a word of thanks to an ugly junior.”
Certainly, his talking skills were quite different from other mercenaries. Like Allen, he’s a swindler with a strong temperament.
“Good. Don’t do that Then see you later.”
“Thank you. I’ll wait. I will send a carriage to where you are staying later. Please ride comfortably.”
“Okay. Then.”
As soon as the bloodthirsty leaves, Viola in an iron mask, waiting for Allen at a distance, catches up next to him with an expression of cold energy like iron.
“There’s nothing good about dealing with him.”
“Do not worry. It’s just a business relationship.”
“… Business? Have you already talked about business?”
“You should always keep the possibility in mind. Doesn’t even the Lord know very well that there are no permanent enemies or allies on this floor?”
… If you look at it this way, Allen was indeed a businessman and investor to the bone. Wouldn’t her nickname of iron mask befit him rather than her?
“But don’t give me your heart.”
“Didn’t the lord take my heart already? Be greedy too.”
When Allen Danju laughed and said it in a joking tone, she laughed as if she couldn’t stop playing the viola.
She could hardly win a horse as much as she did to him. … Especially when you shake your heart like this sometimes.
“… Are you tempting me?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean that…”
“Hey, it’s late. I’ll wait for you today … I just got wet because of those words.”
“Where did you learn that word again?”
“I know how to say more. … Look forward.”
“… Sister, I have an appointment tonight.”
“Come over for dinner. You can be late. I’m sure the work is over anyway, I’ll wait until the end. … Come and eat something good for your stamina.”
In the iron mask, Danju, the viola, smiled smirkingly and clung to the end.
Ah.
… It seems that this is why people say that you shouldn’t make fun of your snout.
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In fact, Arpen Danju could taste the opponent’s taste in all secretions from the body, even if it wasn’t necessarily blood. She just tastes it because blood makes the most intuitive and powerful impression.
Bloodthirsty—-, what a cool and beautiful nickname.
… The taste of that inspiration was, I mean, very disgusting.
The taste of his blood, which he savored after watching the conductor Arione struggle desperately, was disgusting enough to the point of feeling sick.
He felt many desires there.
Of power, wealth, and sex…
Arpen thought he had many similarities with his inspiration. … If anything else, he has the ability to analyze people by taste.
The bloodthirsty felt a perverted ecstasy from the taste of others.
To taste the 10 rivers that lead to the legend of mercenaries was a kind of achievement and an achievement for him at the same time.
Among them, what he regards as his highest achievement is the taste of an infernal ghost several years ago.
Of course, it was almost impossible to obtain the secretion of Granzo Danju in a normal way. So, he collected the semen of Granzo Danju from the cunt of a high-class whore planted in advance. The way the demon used that very revealing sex.
To be honest, it was a very disgusting thing for a man to touch the affection of the same man, but Arpen, who was crazy about his achievements, was prepared to see even the taste of shit. It’s not someone else’s, it’s a whopping 10 fire ghosts.
And so, Arpen tasted the secretion.
… And he felt the fire of hell burning raw flesh. Not only that, but the instinctive fear that rises from the base has been expressed as a nightmare for a long time.
Truly invincible!
From childhood until now, he has tasted countless human beings, but he can confidently say that those two were by far the most intense.
… And, just today.
The opportunity to taste the third 10 lectures has arrived.
The money ghost, the taste of Allen’s soju.
The bloodthirsty was excited just by imagining it.
What kind of taste will this proud man who enjoys a high reputation externally have?
Ugly taste?
Disgusting taste?
Bitter taste?
… Or, sweet taste?
Bloodthirsty is a blind person who can’t taste anything other than the taste of others.
For him, the taste of others was a kind of pleasure. … Perhaps more intense than sexual pleasure.
That’s how the good news reached the bloodthirsty, who had been waiting for Allen to come.
The money ghost, Allen Danju, has finally arrived at the mansion.
“Take it! Politely!”
At Marquis Partalotti’s order to bring about cooperation among the 10 rivers as much as possible, the first person that flashed in the mind of the bloodthirsty Arpen was Danju Allen.
The focal point that is connected to the fire demon Granzo, the iron masked Viola, and the monster Raiga.
Swallowing him will increase your chances of weaving the other three together.
The Marquis and the bloodthirsty, as well as the people around him, judged it that way.
The bloodbath went out to the front door and greeted the money ghost.
The two happily exchanged greetings and headed to the restaurant as if they had met for the first time in a long time.
Many of the 10 rivers were somewhat wary of Arpen, who killed Danju Arione, but Allen showed no signs of that.
Of course, the bloodthirsty was never a timid figure enough to believe what he saw. He was accustomed to deceiving others, but on the contrary, he never completely trusted others.
In particular, Allen Danju is a person of interest. Because he knows better than anyone how much struggle he must have had to climb to such a position at such a young age and without any background. Even the narcissistic Arpen didn’t know that he wouldn’t have even dreamed of reaching the top 10 without the halo of the Marquis.
What kind of real face is hidden behind that flirtatious smile?
“Your Excellency the Marquis, in particular, takes the credit of Danju Allen highly. I heard that the future generations are completely entrusted to Allen Danju.”
“Haha, that’s too much praise.”
“He wants to meet me sometime and listen to the martial arts story. Please stop by the Marquis House next time.”
“If the opportunity arises, I will.”
The atmosphere was good throughout the visit. Allen Danju did not show any negative words or actions, even by mistake.
So, Arpen secretly got lucky with Arione.
“… You haven’t said anything about Arione Danju. To be honest, I thought you would say something.”
Then Allen laughed heartily.
“When mercenaries fight, they may search, there is nothing strange about that. Rather, Arione’s inspiration was fortunate. I have lived well until that age.”
… Are you sincere?
The answer was such that even the moderate Arpen would be stunned for a moment.
“Well, if you think so, I’m glad.”
“Originally, in order for the new to be born, the old has to go away. … Isn’t it?”
“Ah, yes. You’re right.”
“We, to the age of youth, shall we toast?”
“Great.”
The money ghost and the bloodthirsty raised their glasses.
For a new era.
Jjam-.
Arpen’s sharp gaze as he drank the drink reached Allen’s glass as he drank the contents.
Later, that… !
After a while, the meal was over, and Allen left.
Arpen didn’t lose his respectful smile until the money ghost left, and as soon as the carriage carrying him left the mansion, he hurriedly ran to the restaurant with eyes glistening with madness.
Then, holding the glass he had put his mouth on earlier, he touched it strangely, as if he were handling a new lady.
All right, it worked.
A glass stained with his saliva.
Indeed, what kind of taste will this man have?
Arpen stood in the middle of an empty restaurant, sticking out his tongue and sucking stickyly the place his lips touched as if licking his breast.
Once, twice, three times…
As the number of repetitions increased, the senses became clearer.
His taste was transmitted to him through various senses.
… And, his taste, which is starting to come closer.
At first, it was tasteless enough to make me wonder if he had licked the wrong place he had put his mouth on.
However, the taste that comes before long,
Fear.
An excruciating fear hit his body first.
Whether monsters or demons, the severed heads of numerous monstrous creatures were displayed like pillars of the Great War.
Arpen frantically ran over the sea of blood that had risen up to his ankles.
Something was looking at him.
I was looking right through him.
He felt more shame and fear than being naked.
Can’t hide
Nothing.
My thoughts too.
My mind too.
Even my instincts.
Aaaaa
After running for a long time, he arrived in front of the bloody Great War Throne.
And right there, Allen was sitting sideways.
Mocking him crookedly.
Oooooh
The bloodthirsty vomited so badly that it vomited up everything in its stomach.
Like flipping the top.
Once, twice, three times… , Over and over again.
Weeeee
Squeezing out tears, runny nose, saliva.
Eeeee)
Arpen, who was vomiting like that to death, thumped his head on top of his own vomit.
Lower jaw lower jaw.
The anticipation and ecstasy of tasting Allen’s soju had already disappeared.
His taste,
It was worse than hell.
