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The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (57)

Arthur released Bai Weiwei, watching her with cold eyes and an apathetic face.

Then he turned and left, quickly and cleanly.

Bai Weiwei lay on the bed for a moment, blank, before gradually putting away the expression on her face.

She sighed in relief. “Finally a turning point in his emotions.”

She took great efforts to transition Arthur from the concept of blood slaves to the concept of lovers.

To make the capture target of this plane admit his feelings for her, he himself first had to repudiate her status as a blood slave.

All kinds of fusses and trouble. Looking for all manners of thugs and fight-picking characters.

To finally reach this point.

Bai Weiwei rubbed her face before finally leaving to eat dinner.

Even after she finished bathing and went to bed, Arthur still didn’t show up.

Bai Weiwei gave a hearty yawn.

Then she pulled up the quilt to sleep.

She had to eat well and sleep well to have enough energy to go capture the target.

The result was that just before going to bed, the system suddenly announced, “Tonight, the Anti-Vampire League will be holding a meeting in the cathedral west of the city to discuss various important matters about how to fight vampires.”

Bai Weiwei, noncommittal, “En.”

System: “Go to the meeting and you can get one-tenth of the bar green.”

Bai Weiwei was originally going to sleep, but after seeing the HP bar above her head–

The brightly shining HP bar.

The self-detonation punishment caused by her cheap mouth.

–She could only resign herself to bid farewell to her soft bedding, then put on her clothes and a cloak with a hood and go to the meeting.

It was a Blood Banquet.

It had only just begun, and the participating Blood Kin were either rich or noble.

This Blood Banquet was the Rose Blood Banquet.

Every girl was a noble.

And every one of them had signed a contract and knew what they were here for.

Unlike an ordinary Blood Banquet, this Rose Banquet did not kill people.

It was a banquet for Blood Kin to choose blood slaves.

Arthur held a wine glass. There was very little food that Blood Kin could eat.

Their main diet was human blood.

As for the next best option, there were only a sparse few things.

The red wine in his hand was specially brewed for Blood Kin.

Extremely expensive, only the nobles could afford it.

Arthur drank the wine like he was drinking water, face expressionless, even weary as he glanced at the parlor room full of charming and beautiful maidens.

They were clearly very good food.

But he didn’t have a bit of appetite. Even if he’d been tormented by thirst to the point of a dry mouth, there were no hunger signals in his body.

He felt that these women were dirty and foul.

He clearly already had his own blood slave, but he was still hungry.

Because… he didn’t dare to eat to his satisfaction.

He feared he would break her.

And he did not rest well in the day, causing him to be irritable now.

He’d been too off lately.

When he did not drink blood in the past, he would not feel uncomfortable no matter how hungry he was.

But now he felt all kinds of discomfort.

Recently, had he been putting all his attention on that blood slave who didn’t know good from bad?

Arthur expressionlessly downed another glass of wine.

These wines had extremely powerful magic that could make Blood Kin drunk.

Blood Kin also needed such amusements on occasion.

But his body was too strong, and the wine’s magic was unable to make him completely drunk.

Suddenly, a figure tremblingly and fawningly approached him.

“Your Highness, I am willing to be your blood slave. Please let my family go.”

A woman knelt at his feet, an expression of terror and fawning on her face.

Arthur sat indifferently on the chair, his legs gracefully crossed. His elbows leaned against the armrests as he held a wine glass in his hand, a cold void filling his eyes.

He glanced lightly at the humble girl at his feet.

Was this girl not Jessie, who bullied Bai Weiwei?
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