His tone made Kou Dong slightly shudder, and somehow his scalp tingled. .
With these words, it seems that Kou Dong is not a real person, but a plate of pastries put on the table.
Before he could recover from this strange feeling, the old butler in the corner had already taken a step forward, and snapped open the gold pocket watch on his chest. He looked at the time displayed on his pocket watch, and said in a low voice, "My lord, it's time for the dinner."
"yes?"
Baron Legris was interrupted, so he retreated unhurriedly. He looked at his companion behind him, and raised the corners of his lips.
"In this case, please move forward."
He licked his lips and said slowly.
"—I believe that this will be a feast that you have never seen before."
The nobles got up from their chairs one after another and walked towards the banquet hall one by one. Ye Yanzhi walked behind Kou Dong, one step away from him, and entered the hall where the dinner was held together with other guests.
The banquet hall is huge.
The candlesticks on all sides were lit, and the beams of light converged in one place, which only made the hall half-dark, and the scenery in front of us became hazy.
The chatting and laughing guests took their seats one by one at the long table, Kou Dong glanced at it, and sat down calmly in the chair at the end.
The owner of the manor was not present, and the one sitting on the main seat was still Baron Legris who wrote the invitation letter. Kou Dong tried his best not to attract attention, and tried to turn sideways so as not to be noticed by others.
"Viscount Glenn!"
Just at this moment, the baron on the main seat raised his voice and stretched out his hand to him.
All eyes are gathered. Against the backdrop of the lights, the lips of the host and the guests are bright red and plump, with the corners of the lips upturned, as if they are smiling.
The baron's face is pale like an aristocrat's. His blue eyes and platinum curly hair make him look more like he walked out of a classical oil painting in the Middle Ages, or a lover kept by some noble lady. He half leaned on the chair, leaning only his upper body in the direction of Kou Dong, his tone was warm and intimate, as if Kou Dong had known him for eight hundred years, not at all like a stranger who met him for the first time today.
"Viscount Glenn, my beautiful guest who came from afar, please take a seat beside me."
Kou Dong paused, and couldn't help giving the middle finger to this NPC who thought of it. But now that he is a guest, it is naturally not easy to refuse the host's kindness, so he can only stand up from his seat, and he has been guided by a servant, walking to the first position on the left of the long table.
He glanced across.
Sitting there was also a noble young master, sitting casually, playing with a tall glass wine glass in his hand.
It wasn't until Kou Dong sat down that he rolled his eyelids.
It was a pair of blue pupils.
The owner of the pupils had a young face, with white lips and red teeth, but his face was also pale, with a strange cold tone, even under the candlelight, it didn't make his face look any better.
From Kou Dong's point of view, it was as if everyone present was terminally ill and would be able to go to heaven in one step.
He is just a normal person.
The guests were all seated, and the baron finally raised the goblet in his hand high and began to deliver a speech.
Compared with his full aristocratic style, his speech was a bit too short, only two sentences:
"On behalf of Earl Kester, I welcome you all, and thank you for your kindness and generosity."
"Please take it easy—enjoy it."
This scene is actually a bit absurd, because there is nothing in front of them. There were no dishes on the table, only a few glazed cups, one in front of each person.
Kou Dong watched, feeling at a loss in his heart.
What is this for eating
… gnaw the table
He looked in the direction of the others, but saw that they were all sitting upright, only occasionally glanced at the closed door from the corner of his eye, as if they were waiting for something.
Kou Dong had no choice but to wait. A few seconds later, the old butler pushed the door open again.
Behind him was a long line of male servants. The male servants were holding small silver basins in their hands. They lined up and approached the table one by one, and they could vaguely see a little red inside.
wine
Just as they approached, Kou Dong smelled a strange smell, which was obviously fishy, but also a little sweet.
rather like...
He suddenly looked into the pot, and all he saw was dazzling bright red. The bright red liquid was gradually poured from the silver basin into the cups of each guest. It was sticky and lingering, filling most of the crystal clear glass.
As he got closer, the smell intensified.
Kou Dong's stomach started to twitch.
"Aperitif," the baron on the main seat raised his lips, "please."
The guests all raised their glasses to their lips. From Kou Dong's point of view, the way they drink is also different. Some pour it down in a hurry and drink it, and their cheeks are rosy, which is very pleasant; there are also those who sip slowly and slowly, as if they are savoring carefully.
The baron on the main seat never even touched the rim of the cup. He only held the cup high, brought it close to his nose, took a good sniff, and then put it down again.
The noble young master opposite frowned, reluctantly took a sip, and immediately waved to the butler.
The old butler seemed to have been prepared for a long time, he stepped forward in a few steps and brought the silver cup for the other party to rinse his mouth. The noble young master rinsed his mouth with water, turned his face to the baron again, and dropped a cold comment, "Sour smell."
The baron nodded, seemingly helpless, but he only smiled lightly and said, "Picky eaters."
They obviously disdain to touch this kind of wine.
Kou Dong had a guess in his heart, but it was not easy to say it under the circumstances. He brought the wine glass closer, sniffed it a little, and restrained himself from taking a big breath.
Even though he was mentally prepared, when he really confirmed it, it still made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.
Where is this wine!
This is clearly blood, and even has a slight temperature...
"It's so fresh." There was only an empty glass left in front of a guest, and he praised the baron, "How old is this?"
The old housekeeper at the side bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Sixteen years old, just collected for you, from a lady who sells flowers."
"No wonder," the guest murmured, bringing the cup with a little blood stain close to it, "I smell the fragrance of flowers..."
"Inferior people," the person beside him shook his head and commented, "the taste is bland."
This group of blood races sat in the banquet in a polite manner, exchanging opinions with each other, talking about taste and taste. If you only listen to their conversation, it seems to be discussing ordinary wine.
Only Kou Dong is sitting on pins and needles.
Looking to the left, it is a big vampire sitting in the main seat.
Looks like it should still be a head.
Looking to the right, there are two long lines of ordinary vampires, tasting fresh blood.
Ahead, and a picky, pampered little vampire...
Kou Dong felt suffocated from the bottom of his heart.
He finally knew why the friend with this identity entered the castle and there was no news, asshole! — Which normal person in the vampire den can still have news!
Worst of all, he's the only one here...
what is this? A pure and innocent little lamb plunged into the wolf's den by itself
Still wearing wolf fur?
Kou Dong felt that he would be put on the dining table in a second, and almost cursed at the system for its wickedness.
Although he already knew that this ghost system didn't want him to pass the test, it was too blatant to set up such a plot!
Of course he couldn't take a sip. The baron in the seat noticed it, and turned his blue eyes to look at him.
"Why," he asked the guest from afar with a smile. The guest's head was slightly drooping, and his neck was fair and delicate, which reminded him of the fine oriental jade he had seen on the earl's waist. His eyes were darker, and his two fangs pressed against his lips, "Isn't it to your taste?"
All the other vampires on the table looked over, and their gazes focused on him, which were astonishingly hot. Kou Dong dared to bet that if he showed any flaws, these blood clans would immediately put him on the dining table and suck him up one by one, killing everyone.
It's really good, even Kou Dong can't do it.
— If this ghost thing can be drunk, then it is a ghost!
Kou Dong frowned, and simply pushed the cup further away. He raised his head, completely a proud noble young master who was spoiled since he was a child, and even dismissed this cup of food praised by other blood races.
"I can't drink something like this," he said truthfully, but looked straight at the other party. "You invited me, didn't you send me with something like this?"
The baron's smile deepened. He looked at the other party, and said slowly: "What a picky guest."
The noble boy on the opposite side also looked over, and seemed to have some interest in this blood family who had the same taste as himself.
"Never mind," said the baron softly, "it's just an aperitif—"
"I hope you will be satisfied with the next dinner."
He clapped his hands. The male servants came forward silently and removed the goblets one by one. In a blink of an eye, the table was clean again. The nobles who were still drinking blood just wiped the corners of their mouths with white napkins, Handed gracefully to the servant.
New dishes are on the table.
This time, the dishes were carefully served by four servants. In the huge silver tray lay a naked boy, only surrounded by a wide white cloth, barely covering the lower half. With a cloth strip stuffed in his mouth, he looked back and forth in horror, his expression seemed to be terrified, and his hands and feet struggled back and forth.
The noble boy on the opposite side spoke again, this time more concisely than last time, almost overflowing with disgust, "Dirty."
The baron waved his hand, "Let him be quiet."
A servant stepped forward and approached the boy's neck. Kou Dong sat on the side, watching the other party's two sharp teeth piercing the skin, biting down—
The boy's struggle suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes and looked in front of him, feeling extremely refreshed, and his head to toe convulsed slightly. His eyes were distracted and his expression was fascinated. He didn't even notice that the manservant raised his head with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and pulled the cloth strip from his mouth, and he was still muttering something.
Listen carefully, it sounds like "Kingdom of Heaven".
"That's such a pity," the baron said softly, wiping the corners of his scarlet mouth gracefully with a snow-white tablecloth. His face is as dignified as a carefully carved statue in a church, but the light in his pupils is cold and indifferent, unreasonable, "This is not heaven."
"—but hell."
The author has something to say:
Basic settings of this copy:
1. Both sucking and being sucked will be very refreshing, so sweet that you can pass out.
2. Blood level, Tiantian is of course the sweetest and best drink!
3. Vampires can suck each other.
Therefore, if Tiantian's identity is not revealed...
Blood Race: Give me a sip, just one sip!
Kou Tiantian: ... What the hell!
Blood Race: Then take a bite of me, just one bite! ! !
Kou Tiantian: ...