Bang!

Another blood bottle broke on the roof, and blood splattered everywhere.

No, no, no!

Lausanne II lay on the ground, trembling all over. He hugged his head and face tightly in his arms, wailing in despair in his heart.

But every corner of his body was roaring, expressing his desire for the liquid on the ground.

Squeeze out what's left of his sanity.

His organs and tissues, joints and muscles were steaming like boiling water, and he was twitching endlessly.

Stop!

listen to me!

I am Lausanne II!

The owner of this body!

Not you!

Not you!

no!

Lausanne II struggled hard and gave orders to the parts of his body that were left—God knows what was left.

But it's no use.

They were noisy, protesting, doing their own thing, but would not listen to him.

He wanted to take a step, but he couldn't lift his legs.

I want to pick up the sword, but I can't reach it.

I want to close my eyes, but I can't close my eyelids tightly.

And they, they were all scrambling to protest to him, wanting to get closer to the smell of blood all over the floor and walls.

Like a commander who has no authority and has lost a battle, the soldiers scrambled to leave the barracks.

But what can he do?

He is too weak.

Too weak.

The smell of blood around him was getting stronger and stronger, and it was already far beyond the upper limit of what he could bear.

It's like being soaked in a pool of blood.

"Look, this much blood is all fresh human blood that was just drawn today." On the rooftop opposite, Kathleen laughed loudly, broke a blood bottle, and pointed at the blood spilled everywhere, "Can't you carry it?

Live, right?"

Her laughter contained the madness of relief from stress:

"Then show your fangs and show your ugliness!"

"vampire!"

Hearing those words, Lausanne II trembled again!

No!

No! No! No!

How, how could she...

A new kind of panic, a kind of shame of being discovered, instantly attacked Lausanne II.

Destroy his shaky spirit.

"How did I find out?"

As if she knew what he was afraid of, Kathleen ignored the cold sweat all over her body. She gasped for air like someone who had been holding in water for a long time, and laughed loudly:

“These days we help the missing people—you did it, right?”

Yes, attack, eat on the spot, then cut open the wounds and leave the body on the street, or throw it directly into the water and blame the black silk child.

Katherine thought so.

At least that's what the gentleman's attendant, who had a cold and unsmiling face, always copied and written in a small notebook, deduced.

By the way, that lord's spies were named after this servant when they went out to do their operations, including himself.

(Just like the dogs raised by Sangare: Sanger No. 1, Sanger No. 2, Sanger Large, Sanger Extra Large, Sanger Giant...)

Well, I guess this attendant is also very honorable in front of adults. One day...

Well, it doesn’t mean that it is of high authority and precious.

When you get back to the royal capital, you have to curry favor.

Katherine's thoughts were spinning, but her words never stopped:

"...There are only two places, no fuss."

Lausanne II's eyes slowly widened behind his goggles. He held his head tightly, twitching and struggling, forcing himself not to look at the blood around him.

but……

【Drink...】

The resistance in his body merged into one unified voice, and he spoke coldly to him.

Just like a soldier who succeeds, he in turn gives orders to the commander.

【That's blood...】

No.

【Drink...】

No!

【Sweet blood...】

No no no!

【Enjoy it...】

The voice grew louder and louder, deafening:

【Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink! 】

In reality, Phantom Blade sneered:

"Franco's Theater Street, and Jaga's workshop—I know why you don't hunt in those two places."

Looking at Lausanne II, who was kneeling on the roof with his head in his hands, in great pain, Catherine sneered and said:

"Because these two sites are full of young girls."

girl?

Lausanne II's fading sanity was cleared.

That's right, Franco's theater was surrounded by the brothels that offered him pleasure, and they were filled with hundreds of girls soliciting customers and doing business.

Phantom Blade Kathleen gritted her teeth and assessed the distance between the opponent and herself.

As for the "bad shoemaker" Jia Jia's printing and textile factories, he likes to recruit female and child workers, especially young female workers, but this is not because he cares about women and children, but because the wages of female workers are lower than that of male workers.

, let alone resist - of course, for a sanctimonious old pervert like Jia Jia, there may be other more personal reasons.

"And girls... will have their periods."

Katherine laughed sarcastically, with the enthusiasm of revenge:

"So you're scared!"

According to the little attendant, a vampire when hunting is the most vulnerable, most sensitive, most restless, and most unable to resist temptation at the moment of ingesting blood.

Especially young people.

"You are afraid that when you eat, you will lose your mind if you smell too much blood in the girl's pile, and you won't be able to stop after you start..."

Eventually it causes a catastrophe and exposes itself.

Based on this, the lord's little attendant concluded that as a vampire, Lausanne II was still too young.

Facing the bloodshed, he could not control himself and his true colors were revealed.

Katherine stared at each other:

"It ended up being a complete beast."

And people are never afraid of wild animals.

【Drink ah ah ah ah! 】
To be continued...