bookpower Chapter 126
Chapter 126
Is this what it's come to? Are college students being pushed to such extremes for credits?
As Jiang Yan pondered the absurdity of the situation, her expression grew serious. Humans had actually made Vampire History a specialized course, using credits to coerce and entice students into venturing into the Vampire Domain.
Well, well! Humans truly had ulterior motives and nefarious plans!
Not that Jiang Yan necessarily wanted to rule over humans. But now that she had power, she was itching to challenge the rigid system—just as she did with the game system.
Jiang Yan glanced at Zheng Xiaojie, who was under the control of the Blood Servants, and decided to deal with the task at hand first.
As evening fell and twilight descended, Jiang Yan would usually be having dinner with Angus by now.
But today was different.
The Count's subordinates had brought back a human girl from outside, and the Count was still with her.
The Vampire Chefs carefully brought in two types of food, as always. However, this time, only Angus sat at the dining table.
As per the Count's request, the roses in the glass vase were changed every two days. Today was the last day, and the roses, having soaked in water for too long, silently showed signs of withering on their vibrant petals.
Suddenly, the sound of rain came from outside. Droplets like pearls pattered densely on the leaves, and a damp aroma permeated the castle.
The lush, blood-red velvet tablecloth was clean and tidy, with pristine white napkins meticulously arranged. Angus sat quietly, waiting, his posture elegant, subtly revealing the innate gentleman in him.
After waiting for a while with no one arriving, he rose unhurriedly, pushing his chair back into place. Then, under the bewildered gaze of the Blood Servants, he steadily made his way to the first floor.
By this time, Jiang Yan had already taken Zheng Xiaojie to the interrogation room on the first floor and had thoroughly questioned her about her purpose.
Zheng Xiaojie had originally thought she was done for, given the fierce look the vampire lady had given her. But to her surprise, they actually arranged a room for her? And even invited her to dinner?!
What did this mean? Were they fattening her up before killing her? Hadn't her teacher said vampires didn't drink blood anymore?
However, when Zheng Xiaojie entered the dining room, she realized she had misunderstood the beautiful vampire lady.
At the square table, Jiang Yan and Angus sat at opposite ends, with an extra place set in the middle. Following directions, Zheng Xiaojie cautiously took that seat.
The Vampire Chef naturally prioritized serving Jiang Yan's breakfast: red wine, blood plasma pancakes, red velvet cupcakes, and monster cookies.
Jiang Yan, having just sorted out Angus's attitude, was in a bit of a foul mood. Seeing the vampire meal set with its unchanging taste day after day only worsened her mood.
Zheng Xiaojie, eyeing the uniformly red foods in front of the vampire lady, was very curious if they were made of blood.
Her gaze happened to catch Jiang Yan's attention. Jiang Yan had a sudden idea and pushed the cupcake in front of Zheng Xiaojie, curling her lips mischievously as she commanded, "Eat."
Many creatures' blood isn't clean and contains viruses, so vampires had long since stopped consuming actual blood. The chefs would carefully concoct foods with elements identical to blood, creating dishes that tasted similar to blood.
Forcing the protagonist to eat vampire food surely counted as torture, right?
Zheng Xiaojie's single glance had earned her Jiang Yan's cupcake, as well as an inscrutable look from Angus across the table as he set down his knife and fork.
Zheng Xiaojie trembled under the pressure of that gaze, fearing the cupcake might actually be made of real blood.
But the chef had made the Count's cupcakes into delicate, bite-sized morsels that looked soft and delicious, with a damned sweet aroma permeating the air.
Zheng Xiaojie, who had been starving all night, not daring to ask the vampires for food, couldn't help but swallow hard.