Chapter 101 Northwind Castle Log (Part ) The noblewoman called "Alexia" looked the white shark up and down without any concealment."Miss, although I know I am very handsome, please be a little reserved." Langli Baitiao felt a chill. The look in his eyes was like he was selecting food, which made him feel uncomfortable. For a moment, even his dirty talk became a little unsmooth. Alexia's scarlet pupils suddenly lit up. "very good." "What's good about it? Is it because I'm too handsome?" "You have a strong vitality and you are qualified to be your father's food. This will be the greatest honor in your humble life." Her voice trembled and she was quite intoxicated. She simply disdained to talk to this playboy and was completely immersed in her own world. "No, I haven't—" "Take this human away." Alexia ordered coldly. Several guards nearby hurried forward to open the cage and forcibly lift up the whitebait.
"Tap, tap, tap." "Don't pinch my neck!" "Brother, please, can you let me go by myself?" Langli Baitiao didn't put up much resistance, but thought to himself, "Am I going to become a vampire? This is an interesting way to play!" Instead of despair, he became interested. The suicidal spirit in my heart is burning! Even if he dies, he will do something great to live up to his status. The white shark walked along the corridor under the escort of the guards. He looked around and was filled with emotion. "Holy shit." The underground of this "refugee shelter" was much more vast than he had imagined. It was bottomless and there were hundreds of iron cages hanging in the air in the corridor, filled with hungry blood slaves dominated by lust for blood, probably thousands of them. He was first taken to a secret room where the guards cleaned his entire body. Finally, he was taken to the end of the dark corridor. The heavy door opened slowly. The light in the corner lit up, swaying dimly. In the center of the spacious hall, which was luxuriously decorated and dark and gloomy, was an intricately carved sarcophagus. Alexia lifted her skirt and bowed. "Father, this is your dinner tonight." The sarcophagus slowly opened, and Duke Brad Rackman opened his scarlet eyes with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
It seems that he is in a good mood today. Looking at the whitebait being lifted up, the pale-faced duke came forward, sniffed its scent as if tasting wine, and said in a hoarse voice: "You have the aura of a sorcerer. Why did you come here?" Langli Baitiao couldn't help but feel a chill: "Damn it, you old pervert, if you want to suck blood, then suck blood, I won't provide other services." The Duke chuckled, showing his sharp teeth. "You are right. Once I transform you into a vampire derivative, everything will be under my control. This will be the honor of your life. Enjoy this moment!" Langli Baitiao said speechlessly: "Are all of you bastards so narcissistic?" The Duke didn't care about the deliberate provocation of the human in front of him, he just laughed contemptuously: "You mortals cannot understand my immortal existence. I came from hundreds of years ago, and my origins have long disappeared into darkness. I was once a great general, and the entire Anzeta trembled under the wings of my giant eagle, but I chose a more tortuous path." "And you will become the nourishment for me to take a step further and become truly immortal." "So" "Tremble, fear, and stand in awe!" "When I reign over this land, your blood will boil in my immortal body." The Duke stroked the neck of the white shark and said intoxicatedly. In fact, he was not talking to the "food" in front of him, but describing his own immortal dream, in which the only noble one was himself. Regarding this common problem of the vampire family, Langli Baitiao said speechlessly: "Damn, why haven't you died yet, Old Deng?" But he was held by the guards and could not move at all. "I am immortal." The Duke sneered and bit the fragile neck of the whitebait. Veins bulged, his blood being greedily sucked away. An irreversible transformation was taking place. His body was becoming visibly thinner, his skin was turning from its original rosy color to a pale color, and the light of life in his eyes was gradually fading, replaced by a scarlet glow. "very good." "Put this rude bastard in the dungeon." The Duke let him go reluctantly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with an expensive silk scarf. "Yes, my lord." The much lighter whitebait was carried by the guards and locked in an iron cage like those "blood slaves". But there was no sadness in Langli Baitiao's heart. Instead, he felt quite happy as he watched the information constantly refreshed on the panel. [You were attacked by the vampire [Brad Rackman], and you were transformed into a special template [Vampire Derivative]] [Note: This transformation is irreversible] [You gain the feature [Born in Death]: Most victims of vampire attacks become vampire spawn - greedy creatures filled with the vampire's blood thirst, while being controlled by their vampire creator. If a vampire allows its offspring to drink its blood, the offspring will become a real vampire and no longer be controlled by the creator. Of course, only a very few vampires will do this. Usually, only when the creator dies can the vampire offspring regain its freedom. You gain the characteristic [Undead Essence], and you don't need to breathe air or eat. You gain the characteristic [Regeneration], you can recover from any injuries unless you are attacked by a weak point.
You gain the ability [Spider Climb], which allows you to climb walls and hang upside down from the ceiling. You gain vampire weaknesses [Water Wounds], [Wood Stakes], [Sunlight Allergy], [Fear of Sacred Objects], and when you encounter any of the above damage, you may die completely.] "This template is perfect for my profession as a trickster." "Tsk tsk, what an old bitch." "Hey hey hey" He had already imagined how he would steal crazily and recklessly in the mines in the future. "But I still have to get out of here first. As for that disgusting bloodsucking old Deng, I'll make him blast me with gold coins sooner or later." When the white shark thought of the Duke's caress, a chill suddenly rose in his heart. "Damn, this old Deng is not a priest, is he?" Muttering to himself, he produced burglars' tools from the secret pocket of his tunic and began to pry the locks with the skill he had honed to perfection. "crunch, crunch" The iron cage door shook, making a harsh sound. By the time the guards patrolled over, the iron cage was empty. The white shark clung to the ceiling with ease, staring at the guards below, and laughed secretly, "You never thought that this would be my escape route!" (End of this chapter)