Chapter 687 – Episode 687 3rd Irregular Meeting Minutes-9
Head office.
Underground changed into plain clothes.
The military uniform, the commander’s red coat, was all wet because he was teleported to the bathroom.
After changing and sitting in a chair, Mayan came.
“When did you come back, Mr. Jiha?”
“It hits your ass.”
“Oh, Lord, Master.”
Mayan covered her hips with her hands and quickly corrected her words.
It was very happy to reunite with the wagging tail and underground. Because the dog Soo-in is very loyal.
“Shall I call the others? Everyone will be happy to see Master.”
“I’m not here to party. Let everyone do what they do. And you report.”
“What shall we see?”
As Mayan innocently tilted her head, Jiha added her words.
“How did monitoring Monica go?”
“Yes? Nothing much happened. I borrowed it because I didn’t have any money.”
“… What?”
“Oh, I don’t know what you’re monitoring. However, it seemed that the cost of living was not enough. He eats so much, it seems that his salary alone is not enough.”
Are you talking about a vampire whose Engel coefficient explodes?
She checked the basement again even though she was dumbfounded.
“Have you had any contact with anyone in particular?”
“We investigated the restaurants and street vendors she frequents separately, but she couldn’t find anything suspicious.”
Mayan’s tracking and monitoring abilities were reliable.
‘Even if that shit is stupid, Unique, if you add up what you were talking about to yourself, you’re really moving for the future of vampires…’
Her basement nodded at her.
“From now on, the target is changed. Keep an eye on Crea from now on.”
“Elf, are you Krea Camadra?”
“Yeah, you can’t find out that you’re spying on me. Investigate who you are dating, and report anything suspicious.”
Crea was obliged to submit to her underworld for the safety of her grandfather, the dudinel Camadra.
However, she will contact Crea if the remaining Quadruples and Artificial Uniques try to make things happen in Warris.
Then she had to fish it up while watching Crea.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Yeah, well done. Good job again.”
Even though Jiha had spoken, Mayan did not back down right away.
She asked cautiously.
“Master, do you intend to go back to the mansion and rest?”
“I am comfortable here. You often manage the house without any problems.”
“Yes, I understand. How would you like to have dinner?”
“I’m going out to eat.”
“All right.”
Mayan bowed her back and she backed away. She was really like a maid, and she was paying close attention to how to arrange accommodation and lodging in the basement.
Underground smiled at the maid as she walked out wagging her dog tail.
Being sincere is cute.
“Now then…”
I got up from my seat in the underpass.
It was time to roll and eat.
As Jiha headed to the infirmary, she checked her magic power.
It was about 60%.
‘Since she continues to vampirize, her total mana seems to be getting bigger and bigger. Now it’s worth trying a series of teleports…’
By the time the sun was setting, Syrel would have left work.
She opened the door to the infirmary and entered the basement.
A woman in a nurse’s uniform lay on her floor beside her.
Her long light blue hair is scattered here and there, making her face obscured.
“Are you dead?”
“… I think I will die of hunger.”
“Quickly die. I wonder how vampires die.”
Monica sighed and barely lifted her upper body from the floor.
She stared down at her basement with her bleak eyes.
“Your uncle looks delicious.”
“So?”
“… No, Monica. You can’t just live. You are unique among vampires. It is too ungrateful to covet the blood of such an uncle.”
“Is it too dignified to talk to yourself in front of people?”
The basement asked sarcastically.
“Are you groaning because you can’t suck blood?”
“… Vampires can eat and live without blood-sucking. Only the satiety is different. It’s so different. No matter how much I eat, I get hungry very quickly.”
“If you become a food fighter, you will be great.”
If it’s a lot of eating contest, isn’t it 1st place?
As her basement laughed, Monica staggered up from her seat.
“Father, I have been patient enough. I’ve been patient But it’s wrong that the man appeared when he was starving to death… Woo-wook.”
Underground suddenly approached, grabbed Monica’s face, and squashed both cheeks.
“It sounds like you’re trying to say you’ll suck my blood, but is that possible?”
“Oooooh. Ah, it hurts! Apat!!”
Monica struggled, but she couldn’t get out easily. Even though the basement is mobilizing magic, concentration is needed to fight and summon magic.
It was impossible for Monica now. Because it hurts enough to bring her to tears and is hungry enough to tear!
“Try hard. Is it possible?”
“Oooooh. Ha, Hangbug!! I’m going to have a good time!!”
Monica begged, her voice muffled by a contorted cheek. The underground freed her and clicked her tongue.
Monica watched her basement through her teary eyes and then clutched her stomach.
Growl.
He looks really hungry.
“Ha, I have to eat six meals a day… I do not have money. I’ve used up all my pay.”
“Yeah, that’s not enough, so I’m borrowing it here and there. Borrow more while doing it?”
“I can’t borrow any more. Even vampires have shame.”
“Better than mosquitoes.”
Jiha said as she turned around.
“Follow me. Let’s have dinner.”
“… I don’t have that money. I don’t have a penny anymore.”
“I’ll pay.”
Monica looked suspiciously.
“… Uncle will buy it for you? Are you targeting my body?!”
“If you don’t like it, I will eat it myself.”
“…”
Monica followed her underground with staggered steps.
Tavern Jorn.
Underground and Monica sat face to face in the corner seats.
In front of Monica, empty plates were piled up.
“Huh. Ugh… I guess I’ll just buy some now.”
Having eaten all the grilled meat for three grown men by herself, Monica patted her stomach in satisfaction.
“Still, it’s still not enough. Can I have more?”
“Okay.”
Jiha ate lightly and only drank alcohol.
Monica called the waiter over to place her order and pointed her finger at her basement.
“Mister, if you drink like that, your lower stomach will pop out. You will hate the look.”
“Women like the bottom of their belly sticking out, don’t they?”
“What is it?”
She deliberately struck back with obscenity, but Monica didn’t quite understand.
She’s tried it before, but she’s dull on this side.
She turned the topic of the basement.
“Then why are you living so desperately? If you’re unique, don’t you have to have plenty of money?”
“… Vampires.”
Monica let out a sigh as the ground suddenly disappeared.
She had a lot of accumulated words, but she just seemed like she had asked well.
“I am poor!”
“Why?”
Aren’t vampires a long-lived race? Of course, there are many races that live longer than vampires in Wordsland.
Said Monica indignantly.
“Why, why? Because I’m not doing anything to make money! And it’s hard to find a proper job! Who would hire a vampire! There is a prejudice in Wordsland that someone might go crazy and bite their own throat!”
“Actually, I tried to bite too.”
“Oh, that’s a cancellation. It’s called cancellation. Daddy won’t ask. How do you ask the person who buys the meat?”
Monica lamented as she shook her head.
“Because of that prejudice, vampires can’t easily get a job anywhere they go. Can’t you do business like that? What do you do when you have a base? All of our resources are territories, mountains, lands, and castles. More than anything… It’s strange what I’m saying, but vampires eat too much! It’s okay to suck blood, but everyone is too gourmet! Never compromise!”
“Didn’t you brag that you only sucked virgin blood?”
I was actually targeting Sirell. She quit, saying that Sirelle, who was embraced by the underground, ceased to be her virgin.
Monica stared down her basement.
“I am not a promiscuous woman who sucks her blood at random! No, even vampires hate being misunderstood like that!”
“Yeah, you wouldn’t like any guy just because he was gay.”
“Is it so! Okay! The problem is… Still, vampires have to eat. If you don’t suck blood, you have no choice but to soothe it with food, but it takes too much. In addition, the taste is picky.”
She said, but now Monica had to eat all her salary and borrow money from others to make ends meet.
“I don’t want to suck blood at random, and if that happens, social misunderstandings will deepen, so I can’t. However, hiding the fact that you are a vampire and getting a job costs too much for food. What do you do if it is neither me nor me? Just go into the coffin and go to sleep.”
Monica sighed heavily.
“When you wake up after sleeping for tens or hundreds of years like that, the world has changed dramatically. It’s so hard to adapt. Now even the ownership of our land has passed. It was so difficult that I sold it at a bargain price.”
“I live very poorly.”
“That’s what I mean. I mean.”
“Do you have a different taste in sucking blood?”
Monica shook her head.
“Of course, there are tastes and compatibility. Generally, once vampires decide on a blood mate, they don’t change until the other person dies. You don’t even need to wash it that often in the first place. About once every three months? I heard that the conscious part of mixing someone else’s blood into the body is more important than the amount of blood sucked. Anyway, it is.”
“Then why don’t we find that blood mate quickly?”
“To suck your blood until you die is a kind of courtship for vampires. Even I think so. You have to take care of and protect that person so that they don’t get hurt or suffer. Wouldn’t it be easy to find someone like that? Moreover, there is a preconceived notion that vampires are a poor race. The opponent also has eyes.”
“It’s the first time I’ve heard of it.”
“Yeah, at Blue Seals, I don’t know. Everyone at Purple knows. Later, the mate who knows the truth runs away. A vampire who has gone through something like that is incredibly shocked.”
It’s been an evening since the Blue Seals perished, and they still talk about it.
Monica is a self-proclaimed spy, but she is too uninformed. No, is she even interested in information?
After all, who would want to marry a poor vampire who would give her blood for the rest of her life?
She said downstairs.
“If you’re as pretty as you are, why don’t you just pick a guy and suck his blood? Even if you were poor, wouldn’t a man care?”
“No. Uh. Yo. This. Instead, just go into the coffin and go to sleep.”
Monica repeated.
“I really hate to do that. I go back into the casket, hoping the next time I wake up, I have a decent opponent.”
“A lazy race.”
“… What’s up I have nothing to say after hearing that.”
Monica meekly admitted.
But she soon clenched her fists.
“But I won’t live like that anymore. I will not give in to hardships and hunger, but I will do my best for the sake of the vampires! This time, we will change our race!”
“What happens to the opponent and mate who sucked blood? Will she completely obey the vampire’s words?”
“No, not as far as I know. It just makes me feel better.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know because I’ve never tried it. I don’t know if I’ve ever done it. Because I suck.”
Monica answered straight away.
She asked the basement right away.
“Do vampires listen when you give them orders?”
“Yes, I promised to follow everything when I think about it and make a decision. Why?”
“Good. I suggest.”
She concluded the basement.
“If you follow me, I will support the vampires’ food expenses.”
Move the vampires and cause disturbances inside Purple.
It was a preliminary preparation before confronting the enemy with a sword.
