Desire on the other side of blood

Modo seemed a little angry after knowing that I went to Wensley, although I didn't understand what he was angry at all.

I used my own, er, original Kairos money, [-] Mara, almost all of Kairos's savings.

After Mordo stared at me for a solid 10 minutes without saying a word, I could no longer pretend he didn't exist.

"Hey, what are you angry about?" I asked him while touching my lower back through my pants.I have wanted such a tattoo for a long time, and now I finally got my wish.Speaking of which, Wensley's old man doesn't look very good, but his workmanship is not bad.

"What are you doing at Wensley?" After staring at me for a long time, he finally spoke quietly.

"Just to get a tattoo. What, you don't seem to like that place very much?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"why?"

"Because..." he hesitated, "Because Lao Gamen, that old man Wensley, is my father, er, the one who turned me into a blood race."

"What?" I glared at him.Don't tell me sooner!If I had known earlier, I would have let him make a discount.

"I hate him because..." He scratched his head embarrassingly, his beautiful short brown hair looks like a bird's nest now, "The reason why he turned me into a vampire is that he lacks a watch for him The servant of the door."

Sighing, he added: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for more than 50 years."

I sat down next to him a little awkwardly.

"Dear Mordo." I called him in a delicate voice.

I saw him shake visibly.

"If you don't mind, I thought I should tell you." I worded my words carefully, "after I threw him ten thousand maras, I gave him an old punch—as he tried to stick his toothpick in Return to my body."

He stared at me with wide eyes, his mouth slowly widened, and then—he laughed out loud.

"Hey man, you're awesome!" He punched me hard a few times, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time, too!"

The doorbell rang inappropriately at this moment.

"Ah, the cake I ordered has arrived!" He cheered and ran out.

I casually picked up the newspaper beside me, and glanced at the huge photo in the center of the newspaper—it was a skeleton, to be precise, the skeleton of a bat.

The main headline reads: "We're Starving!"

This is followed by the subtitle: "Save Blood, Protect Resources!"

Somewhat unbelievable, I took a sip of tomato juice and continued to read.

"According to the latest statistics, the population of the Bruhe tribe has increased by 100% compared with 0 years ago, and blood resources are facing a shortage. Experts estimate that if this continues, we will have no blood to drink in 9 years! At present, the protection of blood resources The plan has been officially launched under the supervision of His Majesty Ferrian, and the government will spend huge sums of money to mass-produce blood products to reduce the pressure on blood supply departments."

"Countess Bathory also appealed in the interview: In order to create a harmonious and stable blood society, please save blood and protect blood resources!"

Seeing this, a dark purple cake suddenly appeared in front of him.

I took it over and glanced at Mo Duo, "What?"

"La Brendan Black Forest, your favorite cake." He said with a smile, and glanced at the newspaper in my hand.

"Saving blood? Hehe, it sounds good. Who doesn't know that our dear Countess Bathory bathes with the blood of a 16-year-old girl every week!" After finishing speaking, he took a bite of the cake in his hand angrily.

"Modo, I think... I don't like sweets." To be more specific, I hate that sweet and greasy feeling.

"Why, wasn't it your favorite food before? You slept for three days and even your taste changed?" He couldn't believe it.

"I think... yes." I nodded obediently.

He sighed, "It's fine if you don't like food." He read the newspaper in my hand while thinking, "It always feels like you've changed a lot since you woke up."

"Modo, I..."

He suddenly exclaimed: "Sabrina. Swift! I know her, there are rumors that she is His Majesty Felian's mistress!"

What he read was the headlines of the entertainment edition.

"The queen of the stage, Sabrina. Swift has announced her retirement for one year. According to reliable sources, the reason for her retirement is that Sabrina is suffering from serious dental disease."

"Did you get tooth decay from eating too many sweets?" Mo Duo glanced at the cake in his hand, his tone was very regretful, "When you talk about her, you will think of her choppy breasts, according to my visual inspection, she has at least a D cup!"

"Moduo, I don't want to talk to you about this now, I want to know what it means?" I pointed to a piece of news on the current affairs and politics page.

I can understand every word on it, but I can't understand its content at all.

"Some murderous elements of the Ashamai tribe of the demon party have recently attacked a small town on the edge of the Maismi area. His Majesty Fei Lian has sent troops to suppress them, and appointed the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Marquis Drake, to go to the Laclay area to fight with the demon party Garrard. Prince Brace held a meeting. If the two parties cannot reach a consensus on the incident and the ownership of the blood key of the holy artifact found in the Maisme area, it is very likely to trigger the first conflict between the Secret Party Alliance and the Sabbat Alliance in 200 years. World War II."

"War..." Mo Duo took a look, smacked his lips, and continued to eat his cake.

"I know it's a war, but..." What demon party?What Hallows?I have absolutely no idea.

"Speaking of which, His Majesty Fei Lian is really young and promising! If it weren't for him, we, the Bruhe clan, don't know what kind of chaos we would be in."

"Is he very young?" I also guessed that he was an old man with a gray beard.

Obviously, Modo managed to divert my topic again.

"He's not yet 350 years old, and Prince Galbraith of the Demon Party is almost 500 years old." Mo Duo sighed, licked his fingers, and looked at the cake in my hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat?" Before I nodded, he had already snatched the cake.

Halfway through the meal, he seemed to think of something, "Dear Kailos, you should find a job."

"Work?" I looked up and waited for his next words.

"My vacation is almost over." He spread his hands, "Your original bartender job has also quit, I think it's better for you to find another one."

He turned the paper to the job-seeking section.

"Baronic Library is recruiting. I think it should be suitable for you."