Chapter 50

PS: I want to hear more from you, and I want to receive more of your suggestions. Now, search for the WeChat official account "qdread" and follow it to give more support to "The Devil's Ultra-Justice"!

After saying this, the main character, Succubus, couldn't help but laugh and then walked away. She left the middle-aged vampire alone.

Of course, the middle-aged vampire did not accept this answer from the Succubus. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly had an idea and immediately called to the bloodline beside him:

"Quick, bring me the book he just threw."

"Ah." The bloodline immediately picked up the book, wiped off the snow, and respectfully handed it to the middle-aged vampire.

"It should be a natural history book or an encyclopedia." The middle-aged vampire thought as he glanced at the cover. The title read "How to Properly Show Off."

The middle-aged vampire was momentarily stunned. He then focused and read it again, confirming it was indeed "How to Properly Show Off" by Ai Yo Wei. He opened the book and read it carefully, but found it was all nonsense, with not a single useful sentence. It certainly didn't contain what he wanted to read.

"MLGB—" The middle-aged vampire felt cheated. He immediately raised the book and shook it, shouting at the Succubus who was already walking ahead, "Mage, what's the deal with this book?!"

"Ah—well, I've already memorized the content. If you want it, you can keep it. Consider it a gift from me!" The Succubus shouted back. After that, she ignored him and continued walking. The middle-aged vampire stared at the book for a long time. The bloodline, trying to please him, approached and said:

"Master, should we put this book away and read it when we have time?"

"Can't you read?" the middle-aged vampire asked.

"Ah... sorry, I can't read," the bloodline said, slightly embarrassed.

"Only someone like you would want such a book!" The middle-aged vampire shook the book, making it rustle. Then he threw it on the snow and stomped on it hard, "I don't want it even if it's free!" He then stormed off.

After he walked ahead, the bloodline hesitated for a moment, then squatted down and picked up the book. Seeing no one was paying attention, he secretly hid it in his chest, thinking, "Well, if it becomes popular, who knows?" Then he followed along as if nothing had happened.

...

The next day was the fifth day.

Last night, the Succubus slept very soundly. Why? Because she had successfully shown off, and it made her feel great. She almost forgot to meditate and prepare her spells.

Generally, when demons and tiefling mercenaries who don't belong to the same organization act together, everyone has to be on guard, wary of others, fearing that a slight mistake could lead to being stabbed in the back or robbed, and dying pointlessly.

But the Succubus had a different thought—since everyone was wary of each other, she didn't need to be wary. Each of them was like her bodyguard. If anyone acted rashly, the Succubus wouldn't need to do anything; someone else would raise the alarm.

That's how it worked. So over the days, the Succubus became more and more energetic, while the others, due to lack of sleep, became more and more irritable. This became another reason for them to resent the Succubus.

As the employer, the middle-aged vampire felt uneasy over these few days.

Originally, the mercenaries belonged to different factions, but now they started to gather together, intentionally or unintentionally.

This made him nervous. He couldn't help but think: These bastards, are they planning to stab me and run off with the money?

Such things happen often in the main plane, let alone in the Abyss. In such a place, the line between mercenaries and bandits is very thin.

Thinking about this, the middle-aged vampire regretted it. If he had known it would be like this, he shouldn't have feared exposing his identity and taken a covert route.

If he had been a bit less proud and brought out the hundreds of bloodline warriors from his family to protect him, there wouldn't have been so many problems on this journey. Who would dare to touch him? Whoever touched him would die!

"Alright, it's just a fantasy... Now, who else can I command besides my bloodline?" The middle-aged vampire said to himself, self-mockingly. He increased his surveillance of the mercenaries and promised all sorts of benefits to reduce the chances of a rebellion.

However, soon, the middle-aged vampire realized he was overthinking. The target of these bastards was not him, but the mage.

The middle-aged vampire said "Oh" and then found the situation incredibly strange. Yes, it was strange.

The mage had only known these mercenaries for five or six days. There was no deep-seated grudge or rivalry. He hadn't blocked anyone's promotion or path to wealth—yet they were planning to gang up on him. How did this mage manage to survive until now with such poor social skills?

He sighed and stopped thinking about it. He had no intention of helping.

If he dies, so be it. A 4th-level human mage, nothing to lose. The plot to kill him would likely be carried out tonight. And from the Succubus's behavior, she seemed completely carefree, as if nothing was wrong. So if she dies, it would be her own fault.

"But it's a bit of a pity. He was a very interesting guy. This mundane world lacks interesting people."

The middle-aged vampire thought this. He was prepared to hear some "strange sounds" that night and to ignore them.

However, the next morning, when the middle-aged vampire woke up and said, "Ah, I slept very well," he realized—there were no strange sounds last night!

"Could it be that the guy was so weak that he didn't even put up a fight before being killed?"

With this thought, the middle-aged vampire walked out of the tent and instinctively looked towards the Succubus's tent.

"What will it look like? Torn apart by horses? Beheaded? No, no, if they hate him so much, they would probably rape him first. Although the mage is male, for demons, it's no big deal. After the rape, they would probably stew the meat in the semen. Hmm, it's a bit heavy, but demons are demons. I wouldn't be surprised by anything they do."

The middle-aged vampire's gaze stopped at the Succubus's tent.

He saw the Succubus, as if nothing had happened, setting up a pot in front of the tent. The pot smelled delicious, and the meat was almost cooked.

"This guy didn't die?! How did he not die?" The middle-aged vampire felt both surprised and confused, and he couldn't help but walk over.

The middle-aged vampire felt awkward. As one of the parties involved, he had taken a passive stance. If the Succubus had died, it would have been fine, but since she didn't, he didn't know what to say when he saw her.

While the middle-aged vampire was struggling to find the right words to start the conversation, the Succubus hummed a song and sprinkled some five-spice powder into the pot, followed by salt, scallions, ginger, and garlic.

The increasingly rich aroma of the meat deeply reminded the middle-aged vampire that he hadn't had breakfast.

"Damn, I'm hungry at this moment... But since that's the case..." The middle-aged vampire joined in, and instead of asking what the Succubus did last night, he pointed to the pot and asked:

"Mage, what is this?"

"Oh, it's stewed beef," the Succubus looked up, glanced at the middle-aged vampire, and casually replied.

"Beef... I didn't expect this guy to bring such good stuff. But why didn't he eat it a few days ago?" The middle-aged vampire was slightly puzzled. The Succubus then asked:

"Do you want to try some?"

The middle-aged vampire nodded instinctively and saw the Succubus smiling and handing him a spoon. The middle-aged vampire pointed to himself, and the Succubus nodded, indicating it was for him.

"Oh, then I'll..." The middle-aged vampire said, took the spoon, and scooped out a piece of beef from the pot.

The meat smelled delicious. The middle-aged vampire was hungry, and with his abilities, he wasn't afraid of being burned. So he put it directly in his mouth and started to chew...

As soon as he chewed, he felt something was wrong.

In the first moment, the middle-aged vampire was stunned, and the world seemed unreal. Various hallucinations flooded his mind, almost making him faint.

Fortunately—or unfortunately—the middle-aged vampire had a very good constitution and strong resistance. Thanks to the racial advantages of vampires, he wasn't knocked out by this impact. He remained conscious. In fact, compared to the brief daze, his current state was much better—although if given the choice, he might have preferred to faint.

"There is no such terrible food in the world. It's sour, bitter, spicy, and numbing. Does such a taste really exist in this world?! Can anyone make something so terrible?

Genius! Absolutely a genius! The person who can make such food is definitely a genius in the assassin world! Damn, damn, damn, damn! There's no magical law, no curse, no poison.

It's just a combination of ordinary ingredients and seasonings. Why is it so terrifying?!"

"Mom, I don't want to die! I really don't want to die! Especially not from poisonous food. It would be so embarrassing to die this way. I might even die of embarrassment—someone, save me, Mom!"

The middle-aged vampire's brain was working at high speed, but the direction was chaotic. It was as if a large group of African elephants in heat were rampaging in his mind. In an instant, he felt his worldview was distorted, his life was twisted, and he was about to collapse.

In this situation, he hated the Succubus, who was smiling across the pot, with a face of a good cook, saying, "How does it taste? Isn't it delicious? My cooking is great, right? Hahahaha..."

(The novel "The Devil's Ultra-Justice" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, along with 100% lottery gifts for everyone! Now, open WeChat, click the "+" in the upper right corner, search for the official account "qdread" and follow it. Hurry up and do it!)

Page AD starts

Page AD ends