Inside the private space, Mike put away the feather and glanced back. Two pigs were brawling on the ground, the fatter one clearly dominating.
“Can you two show some goddamn class?”
Mike noticed a piece of wood lying nearby and casually picked it up, intending to take it downstairs for firewood.
Fool was furious, “Thor, don’t you dare!”
“Look at you, being such a cheapskate.”
Mike could only toss the wood back to her, pretending nothing had happened. He noticed an interesting detail: when transformed into strange creatures in front of Apollo, their forms remained unchanged. All vampires, in Apollo’s eyes, were pigs.
Judging from the Nature Elf Envoy’s reaction, did that mean… elves, in Apollo’s eyes, were wood?
Interesting.
With Apollo’s authoritative confirmation, Mike was temporarily free from the threat to his life, and his worries were put to rest. The only thing he needed to pay attention to was moderation, he couldn’t create skills so easily anymore!
Young man, you gotta learn some self-control!
Day one of no more creating skills!
If he accidentally created another Soul Element skill and consumed his own soul energy, Mike would be in deep shit. Gaining the Soul Element when changing classes could make up for the deficit, but it couldn’t completely repair the soul source.
In fact, even Soul Element experts would kick the bucket if they frequently created Soul Element skills!
For Soul Element, creation was a double-edged sword.
Generally speaking, Soul Element skills were the hardest to create. Even for Lord-level experts, being able to create one in their lifetime was something to brag about forever.
But the problem was, Mike’s talent was simply off the charts.
Even without mastering Soul Element, he had successfully created a skill across disciplines. The predicament Mike was facing now was something Fool had never seen before in her long life.
Thinking too much wouldn’t help. Mike kicked the two pigs, who jumped off the balcony one after another and then flew up from below as two bats.
Mike helped Dracula and Vladimir transform back from pigs into vampires!
Mike walked ahead and ordered, “Let’s go, let’s check out the Forbidden Blood Pool.”
The group arrived at the basement. Dracula lived here, his coffin still stained with blood.
“Look at my memory, I forgot you still live here.” Mike looked back at Dracula and said apologetically, “Remember to pay the accommodation fee.”
Dracula: ???
You kidnapped me, locked me in a coffin, forced me to work for you. Now you want me to pay for my own accommodation?
Vladimir was already used to it, he even thought this request was reasonable.
At this moment, on the west side of the basement, there was a circular blood pool with a radius of 3 yards and a depth of 15 feet.
The blood pool was empty.
No, to be precise, there was a very thin layer of blood covering the bottom of the pool. It was almost invisible if you didn’t look closely, thinner than a ultra-thin condom.
“What’s this thing for?”
Mike looked down at the dark red blood pool.
[Forbidden Blood Pool, can transform blood into Forbidden Prince-grade blood essence]
[Forbidden Prince Blood Essence: After use by blood clans, it can enhance their strength, heal injuries, and is also a very precious material in spellcasting]
[Current stock: 99 drops]
Mike couldn’t directly use vampire blood essence. Using too much would easily change his race, turning him from a human into a vampire.
However, this level of blood essence was a very precious treasure for Vladimir and Dracula. They needed this blood to regain their former strength.
Thinking of this, Mike turned around and ordered, “Go get the wilderness pancake.”
Vladimir immediately ran upstairs and found Bilbo.
“Pancake’s here-”
The wilderness wolf, smashed into a pancake by Maxen’s flail, might be flat, but there was still blood to be squeezed out.
When they saw the Forbidden Blood Pool, neither Dracula nor Vladimir had thought of this! The two vampires looked at Thor with admiration and awe.
Soon, under Vladimir’s processing, the pancake became a dried pancake. A basin of black, foul blood was poured into the blood pool.
The black and red Forbidden Blood Pool began to boil, emitting a pungent, nauseating odor. Mike put on a gas mask and casually handed two to Dracula and Vladimir.
Bilbo, standing aside, scribbled in his ledger, “Note: Vladimir and Dracula, each took one high-quality gas mask, each owing 5,000 gold coins.”
Vladimir and Dracula ignored these details, their eyes fixed on the Forbidden Blood Pool.
The blood pool soon stopped boiling, and in the very center, a small pool of blood essence was slowly flowing.
[Current Forbidden Prince Blood Essence: 2364 drops]
The wilderness wolf’s blood had actually produced over two thousand drops!
Before Mike could ask, Bilbo took the initiative to explain, “Forbidden Prince for blood clans refers to those between levels 990 and 994. According to the Mystic Market’s historical transaction records, each drop is sold for 1200 Lord merits.”
One drop of blood for 1200 Lord merits, which was 1.2 billion Truth coins. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
To be honest, this price seemed a bit low to Mike.
Bilbo explained, “As long as a vampire is alive, their blood essence is inexhaustible. Time has no meaning to them, they just need to take a nap in their coffins, and hundreds of years will pass. Therefore, the price of blood clan blood essence has always been very cheap, even
considered a bargain.”
Bilbo stepped forward, took a closer look, and added, “The quality of the blood essence here is very good, one drop can probably be sold for 1300-1500 Lord merits. However, blood clan blood essence is not considered a strategic material, and there is rarely a demand for it. If supplied on a large scale, the price…”
After the ore incident last time, Bilbo was really a bit scared. If they were to sell over 2000 drops of Forbidden Prince Blood Essence, the price would immediately collapse!
Bilbo made a rough calculation. If they sold it slowly, bit by bit, these 2000+ drops of blood essence could be sold out within 200 years, earning over 3 million Lord merits!
“No need to go through the hassle of the Mystic Market.” Mike pointed to the two vampires beside Bilbo, whose mouths were practically watering.
“The buyers who need Forbidden Prince Blood Essence the most are right in front of us.”
Mike patted Bilbo’s shoulder and said earnestly, “We’re family, we should have a family discount, no need to be as fair as the Mystic Market.”
Bilbo: ???
Vladimir, Dracula: ???
Thor’s implication was practically highway robbery!
