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"Welcome to my humble abode. A servant will take you to your resting room in a moment, and then a simple dinner will be prepared in the hall to entertain you."

Although we say "Han She", in fact, the word "Han She" is quite disparaging.

The room that Windlow and Mousse entered was more like a morgue than a lounge.

There are only two coffins here, and a lampstand made of a skull.

Mousse could tell with his naked eyes that the skull was real.

But a coffin is definitely not a place for people to sleep. The only way is to find a place to sit down and recover the physical strength consumed by the long journey.

Just when the two of them were resting for a while, there was a heavy knock on the door, and the sound like sawing wood came from outside.

"You two, the Baron invites you."

It was obvious that it was the zombie butler shouting outside, and then the two of them walked out the door and followed all the way to the hall.

Several villagers were lying on the banquet table, and next to the banquet table were sitting the vampire lady and her father.

The two of them were still very polite and made a gesture of invitation, then took out a piece of silk imported from Zhendan and slowly wiped the villager's neck.

Then he bared his fangs and bit the artery hard.

Wendlow only felt a pain in his neck and quickly shrank back for a while.

The vampire lady took a big gulp of blood, then raised her head and stretched out her hand to stop the bleeding for the villager.

"Don't worry, we are all civilized nobles. We won't suck people to death. Just eat whatever food you like."

After saying that, he bit another villager's neck and started eating.

Even the dark elf fear lord like Mousse, who often sees blood, was frightened and stood still, unable to advance or retreat.

In the end, Wendlow calmed down, found a seat and sat down, and told Mousse not to panic.

Strictly speaking, vampire nobles are actually much better than Bretonnian knights and some imperial nobles.

Sylvania was a place with many undead creatures before the arrival of vampires, and it was only barely safe thanks to the control of vampires.

Moreover, the vampire nobles just want to drink blood, while the imperial nobles and Bretonnian nobles really want to suck the marrow out of your bones.

If a farmer is allowed to choose whether to go to Bretonnia or Sylvania, I believe all farmers will choose Sylvania without hesitation.

In the eyes of the peasants, vampires just look barbaric, and are indeed better than the self-proclaimed noble knights of Bretonnia.

Thinking of this, Windlow's hostility towards vampires was reduced a lot. He could sit next to the baron naturally and took out the food he bought from Mute.

"Is this food for human nobles?"

The Vampire Baron, the acting mayor of Schwarzport, slowly raised his head and very elegantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with silk.

"Well, I guess so."

Windlow nodded. He originally wanted to sell the food to the human nobles in Sylvania, but he didn't expect that all the nobles here had turned into vampires.

"Want to try?"

After saying that, he took out another portion of food and pushed it in front of the vampire baron.

"Of course I'll give it a try. Thank you very much."

The vampire baron skillfully hung a white napkin on his chest, then picked up the knife and fork and slowly tried the food that Windlow brought, which smelled of blood.

He moved the knife and fork down, cut off a piece of food and put it into his mouth elegantly. After chewing it, he swallowed it quickly, and his eyes turned completely red.

"Excuse me, what kind of food is this? It's so delicious!"

Wendlow quickly lowered his head and realized what he had handed over.

The special delicacies of the Mute Territory are blood sausage (Blutwurst) and blood sausage.

This sausage is made by stuffing pork, fat, animal blood and various spices into casings and cooking them. Since it needs to be air-dried after production, it can be preserved for a long time.

There's also the halflings' favorite sauerkraut mixed in, which has a pretty strong taste, but is pretty good for vampires who have lost most of their sense of taste.

"This, this is a kind of food I made, sausages made from blood, and tofu made from blood."

"Daughter, please try it."

After hearing that there was no problem with the recipe, the Vampire Baron immediately pushed the plate in front of his daughter and asked her to try this delicious food.

As a mouthful of blood sausage and a piece of blood stew entered her mouth, the vampire lady revealed a rare expression of comfort.

"It's delicious! But it's a little spicy, huh, huh."

Yes, blood sausage does contain garlic as a seasoning, but it can also be seen that the harm of garlic to vampires is only equivalent to the harm of chili peppers to humans.

If it doesn't get in your eyes, the damage won't be serious.

After recovering, the vampire lady raised her right hand and gently pushed a farmer lying on the table into Windlow's arms.

"Here are your ingredients. Make fresh blood sausage and tofu called blood sausage. I'll give you the money."

A gold coin was placed directly on the table. After looking at each other, Windlow and Mousse knew that this was a valuable deal.

Mousse quickly moved forward, grabbed the farmer and carried him on his shoulders.

She had captured countless human slaves before, and one like this that was worth one gold coin was too rare, so she had to act immediately.

Led by the vampire baron, the three walked into the kitchen of the castle.

Since the ordinary humans in Schwarzport are all farmers, those with technical skills and abilities have long since fled to other provinces of the empire.

The local vampires not only lacked a good housekeeper, but also a good cook.

The halflings from the Mute Territory were indeed very close to here, but those dwarfs seemed to be able to resist undead spells, and standing in front of the vampires would give them a huge headache.

All the kitchen utensils are available, and the golden coins are placed on the table. As long as you finish cooking the food, you will get rewarded.

Mousse easily and skillfully picked up the sharp knife hanging in the kitchen, then dragged out a large basin.

She was very good at bleeding. When she was in Naggaroth, people were bleeding and being bled in the Blood Arena every day.

Just as she raised the sharp knife, held down her head, and was about to pierce the artery directly, Wendlow stopped her and spoke softly.

"Don't kill people, or try not to kill people."

He took out a knife and gently cut the farmer's arm, waiting for the blood to drip out.

At the same time, start preparing various ingredients and spices.

"It seems you are right, daughter, they are indeed ordinary businessmen and chefs."

The vampire baron and his daughter standing outside the door certainly did not move a step, but stood outside to take in everything.

"If you drain the blood first before preparing the ingredients, the flavor of the blood will fade. Now just sit back and wait patiently. Sylvania has never tasted this kind of craftsmanship before."