"Then what?"

"Then the respected lord went back... After stirring Rose into a pot of oatmeal with tomato sauce and beef gravy, His Highness Yusel." The beautiful female vampire leader hesitated for a moment: "Bring everything you can take away." She tried not to sound too much, and the things she took away also included the five hundred square feet of stone slabs - and vampires who can move freely in the sun all have strong power, because of the characteristics of the Thorn Michi tribe, their appearance of beauty often indicates inner strength - both men and women.

She thought she would never forget it - when her subordinates who were summoned learned that they were going to do human dismantle and porter work... the expression that combined horror and distortion was really rare in a century - maybe her expression was not much better at that time.

In the darkness, the inhuman, who was called His Highness by the leader of the Jimichi clan, smiled in a very subtle and short smile, as if the wind flowed deep in the tunnel passed through the vampire's keen senses, "The supreme darkness... Please allow us to temporarily express a small condolence to Fanzhuo's 'Faithless' (the name used by the vampire of the Demon Banquet Alliance to the Vampire of the Demon Banquet Alliance) - I guess where is the human being already lively?" His voice was as monotonous and crisp as a young man, but if he savored it carefully, he would not have the fatigue and boredom that the old man in his sixties would have.

"Ross official firmly denies the possibility of non-human existence." Mekoril replied respectfully: "So in order to help the government calm this matter, Van Zhuo will definitely hide and remain silent - if they insist on cooperating with humans," she couldn't help but add: "Do you think it is necessary for us to try a small 'siege' (Siege: the action to seize the city under the control of the Mi League)?" Of course, there is nothing left in the places visited by the adults... However, most of the power has been lost and under the oppression and threat of the human allies, Van Zhuo will definitely not be able to make any very distinct moves at this time - the vampires who belong to the Demon Banquet Alliance can seize their territory and blood food when the enemy is weak and powerless.

"I don't think Ross will welcome us. Since Van Zo has been operating there for thousands of years, and the Holy See is very concerned about it." The vampire hidden in the dark stretched out his hand, gently picked up the bottles placed on the herringbone wine rack, turned them clockwise, and then put them back. In order to make the precipitates in the wine slide down completely and evenly, this process requires a little help from humans. This is "turning bottles"; a new technology that was only known in the 19th century. Although many methods of borrowing heavy machinery have been experimented with,

It is still a long time to find a replacement that can be completely satisfactory and replace human hands. This is a cold, boring and lonely job. The skilled bottle-turning worker can handle up to 3 ooo bottles in one hour. The vampire in the dark is almost half as good as that of his, but at least three times that of humans. His movement of picking and putting the bottle is gentle and accurate like a competent father helping his first child learn to turn over. Most human fathers cannot be as kind, gentle and patient as he is.

"No."

He said, moving forward slowly and, and in silence, he walked all the way to the skylight used by the cellar to breathe. This skylight is different from what people see elsewhere. At the top of the cellar in the rock wall is a whole piece of rock, and the skylight is just a few holes chiseled in the rock slabs. Although the wind can come in, the slightly rising surface ensures that the light cannot be penetrated - similar to Fanzhu's position in the Secret Alliance, the Lesenba tribe is the pillar and controller of the Magic Banquet Alliance. They guide (sometimes whip) the demon party to make it a whole that does not shrink or degenerate - they are powerful, especially in the darkness, but in contrast, the sunlight will also cause greater damage to them.

The white light from the skylight was on the wine rack. The wall above formed a delicate crown pattern - the symbol of the Lesenbach tribe. As an elegant depraved, the Lesenbach tribe, who respected the noble and cruelty, paid great attention to these details. Yusel raised his head slightly and stared at the symbol - under the faint sky light, even humans could see his appearance clearly. Surprisingly, for a savage and violent non-human alliance leader, his appearance seemed too weak and slender - his head was tied behind his thin shoulders, like wine stored for many years

It appears translucent red, the gem red that looks dark in a dim light and needs to be appreciated through strong sunlight is not the fiery red, brick red, coral red that is common, nor the lifeless black red after blood clots - he has beautiful black eyes, slightly tall cheekbones and nose, and the curves of his lips are particularly graceful. If an experienced anthropologist can identify it, he can probably easily tell that this is a face that should be summarized in the category of "Sifty Jews".

The Jews of the Sephidharth were a clan who was good at rituals, business and medical skills. They had no land, only human wisdom, tenacious will, and pious beliefs. Sadly, although they believed in the same god as the Old Testament believers, they were regarded as "heretics" and "fake believers" since two thousand years ago - more than once, they were properly slandered, blamed, or expelled, killed, and sold in groups on false charges - the last method was limited to beautiful teenagers and girls, who might have been one of them when the king in the dark was still a human being, and the name Yussel has always appeared in this stubborn and rigid group.

But now no one or non-human can know his past. He has existed long enough to erase all the traces he left with time.

The vampire ruler with a young appearance was composed of light. He thought quietly for a while under the crown, as if he wanted to take apart the previous words of the leader of the Jimichi clan one by one and savor them carefully, "Which clan does that blood - which clan the blood that the prince voluntarily gave belong to?" He asked suddenly: "Van Zhuo? Or Nofele, or Annado?"

"Uh...I'm sorry," Mekoril hesitated for a moment: "I was taken away by that adult." He put it in his pocket calmly, as if it was just a bottle of wine he had placed at the bar counter.

"Why not stop it?". Even though they are both in the dark, the prince's blood should not be taken away by a necromancer in this situation - he will undoubtedly make good use of it.

"..." Why? Mekoril frowned, and the feeling that suffocated her once again surged. Although she knew that she didn't need to breathe, her fingers still couldn't help but touch her throat, as if she could touch the hidden noose.

"You fear him."

"No." The head of the Jimichi clan replied in a conditioned manner - she was thrown up and fell on the cold and hard rock wall - the head of the Lesenba clan clan pressed her hand above her chest, and the surging force spread out from her slender fingers, pressing her whole body backwards and sinking into the rough rock wall. Mekerel could hear his bones, muscles, and internal organs gushing, just like grapes pressed by an old spiral press.

"You fear him." The patriarch of the Lesenba tribe said calmly. Under his demon pressure, the beautiful vampire screamed out of the high-frequency that humans could not hear. Her body became flat, her skin expanded and cracked, her facial features were deformed, and the crimson blood was drawn out of the broken blood vessels. He closed his eyes and suppressed himself to suck them. This was not a battle feast (the battle feast: a game within the gang, where fearless blood tribes competed to hunt a specific target. After the target was killed, it proved that his winner could suck it dry), and he continued: "It's like you fear me."

"Yes, yes..." The leader of the Jimichi clan was almost screaming.

Yusel suddenly felt uninterested, and he retracted his strength and let Mekoril fall to the ground by himself.

"He... is very similar to you." Mekoril struggled to produce accurate syllables. Yusel attacked the most fragile point between her clavicle and throat, and even vampires could hardly recover quickly: "Cold, firm, efficient, without any emotion when acting." He would not hesitate, hesitate, proud, or even happy. In addition to a little bit of childlike cruelty, this was also very similar to the rulers of the Magic Banquet Alliance - they were all the kind of existence that could send others to hell with a plan, step, and purposeful way, and ensure the stability, fun and safety of the whole process - the most dangerous thing is that before the whole thing is over, you don't know what he wants to do.

"He can control you... deter you." Yusel still used a straightforward tone.

"I don't know...he didn't do that." Mekorel continued in a hurry: "It's possible that he did, but I don't know."

Yusel looked at her, blinked her eyes, pulled her up, walked to the huge wine tasting table, facing the terrified leader of the Jimichi clan, supported her hands behind her back, and sat on the wine tasting table like a naughty ordinary human boy, with his feet hanging on the edge of the table.

"Mekerel," he asked gently, "Do you think that the crown prince of Sardinia, His Highness Alexander, would like to taste the white wine (white wine without grape skin), rose wine and light or rich wine?"

The head of the Jimichi clan spit out a heavy breath of bloody smell.

"Of course, His Highness Yusel, of course."

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This is the comment from the previous section 1: Patients with Porphyria - Vampire

Fear of sunlight: Porphyria is a photosensitive pigment that gathers on human skin, bones and teeth. Most porphyria are benign in the dark and will not cause any harm to the body. However, once exposed to sunlight, it will be converted into dangerous toxins that devour people's muscles and tissues. Therefore, porphyria patients, like the legendary vampires, can only live in the dark world and cannot see light.

Pale face: Most porphyria patients are accompanied by severe anemia, not only because they usually can only live in the dark, but more importantly, the porphyrins in their bodies will affect hematopoietic function and disrupt the production of heme. Usually, porphyria patients also have large patches of pigmentation on their bodies - often purple.

Immortal Body: Due to the effect of toxins, the ears and noses of porphyria patients will be corroded by them, and their skin will be covered with scars, making them look particularly old. In European legends, immortal people are often described as similar. For rumors, there is a saying that "vampires have immortal bodies". In fact, the lifespan of porphyria patients is usually very short. Drinking blood: For most porphyria patients, blood transfusions and heme can effectively relieve symptoms, and are still the mainstream treatment methods. Heme is very stubborn.

Strong, it can still be absorbed by the small intestine through the digestive tract. This means that, at least theoretically, ancient porphyria patients could make themselves feel more comfortable by sucking or drinking blood - this is likely the origin of the vampire story. Sharp teeth are like wolves: porphyrins will be converted into toxins that can swallow muscles and tissues after contacting the sun. One of the main manifestations is that it will corrode the patient's lips and gums, causing them to produce sharp, wolf-like teeth. Rotten gums always look bloody, which will inevitably remind people of vampires who smoke blood.
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