Chapter 51

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"How does it taste?"

The main succubus looked at him eagerly as he swallowed the meat and quickly asked.

"The taste... it's excellent."

The middle-aged vampire pressed the "beef" firmly under his tongue and put on a smile, a look of ecstasy as if he had tasted something wonderful, and smiled at the main succubus.

"Damn, no matter what this thing is, since I've eaten it, you can't run away either!"

The middle-aged vampire, who hated the main succubus to the bone, had already thought of the cruelest, most vicious, and most satisfying revenge against this bastard—making the main succubus eat this thing. Yes, only this way could he eliminate his hatred.

For this, he was willing to let the dark substance stay in his mouth a little longer.

So, vampires are also a vengeful species. The middle-aged vampire's acting skills and the choice he made were not inappropriate. However...

"Oh, then have some more."

The main succubus nodded and said.

"Isn't that... inappropriate?"

The middle-aged vampire's smile became very forced.

"What's inappropriate? We're close, aren't we?" The main succubus laughed and patted the middle-aged vampire's shoulder. "So, let's split this pot of beef soup. Neither of us will lose out, okay?"

"Ah, that... sounds good." The middle-aged vampire was almost in tears. Under the main succubus's watchful eye, he began to struggle to scoop up a second piece of meat and press it under his tongue—this time the taste in his mouth was even more terrifying.

He felt as if his tongue was being cut by a saw, and in a moment, half of his tongue had disappeared. The sensation was spreading from the root of his tongue down his throat, and in an instant, it reached his esophagus. The middle-aged vampire truly felt that he was about to die.

But he persisted, maintaining his smile. Even though his back was drenched in sweat, it was not visible from the front.

He persisted because he wanted to take revenge on the main succubus—unwilling, unwilling, unwilling. No matter what, since he had started, he had to get something out of it—like those who keep investing in stocks even as they lose more and more.

He thought that since he had eaten two bites, the main succubus would at least try one bite. After tasting it, he could spit in his face and quickly find a place to rinse his mouth.

But he never expected that the main succubus still didn't move and said, "Then have a sip of the soup."

"Have soup..."

The middle-aged vampire's smile froze, and in the next moment, his expression became terrifying.

At this point, even an idiot could see that the main succubus was playing with him. The middle-aged vampire had been thoroughly toyed with.

He was used to a life of luxury and couldn't take this. He got up, kicked over the pot of "beef" soup, and spat the two pieces of beef in his mouth at the main succubus like projectiles.

Immediately, the beef was stopped by the mage shield activated by the main succubus's enchanted armor. At the same time, the main succubus did a backflip, landed steadily, and drew a magic missile wand.

"I kindly invited you to eat, what are you doing?! Huh?! Do you think I'm easy to bully?!" The main succubus accused him first.

"Fuck! Is this something to eat?! Even poison isn't as vicious as this!" The middle-aged vampire cursed.

"Oh... so it really can't be eaten." The main succubus muttered, then waved his hand impatiently.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Put it away, put it away, don't act like a child."

"You—!" The middle-aged vampire was furious—turns out the main succubus didn't really intend to poison him. He was just using him as a test subject for a new food.

He really wanted to attack, but the main succubus's words had cornered him. If he attacked, wouldn't he be acting like a child who couldn't take a joke?

But letting it go with just a laugh also left a bitter taste in his mouth.

So, he decided to ask a few more questions, gather more information, and plan his next move. But he didn't expect the main succubus's next words to reignite his anger.

"This is the meat of a Minotaur," the main succubus said.

"Minotaur meat can be eaten—wait, you said Minotaur meat?!" The middle-aged vampire was stunned, then asked loudly, his heart thudding.

"Yes, Minotaur meat," the main succubus said calmly. "I haven't made anything for myself in a long time, so I cut a few pieces to try. Turns out it can't be eaten... well, if it can't be eaten, it can't be eaten. Look, it's getting late, shall we hit the road?"

"Where are the bodies?"

"You're interested in that?" The main succubus feigned surprise. "They're over there, frozen solid. Do you want me to warm them up for you?"

The middle-aged vampire ignored his nonsense and hurried to the spot the main succubus pointed to. He squatted down, pushed aside the snow, and saw dozens of stiff bodies.

"My God..."

The middle-aged vampire was truly shocked.

Dozens of mid-level demons weren't a big deal, but to dispose of them so easily required some effort. More importantly, he had slept soundly last night and heard no noise. This meant the main succubus had killed them silently, without a sound. That was a significant skill...

"He's probably not just a low-level mage as he claims... what is his casting level? What methods did he use? Mass Death? Mass Fear? Mass Stun? Or something else?"

The image of the main succubus in the middle-aged vampire's mind became mysterious and unfathomable.

"I can't offend him, at least not until I figure out his true strength." The middle-aged vampire made this decision and felt much better.

As a pragmatist, no matter how despicable and hateful the main succubus was, no matter how much he disliked him, as long as the main succubus was useful, he could tolerate him to the greatest extent.

It wasn't just about the main succubus tricking him into eating meat; even if the main succubus tricked him into eating... well, it's too disgusting, too disgusting. Let's not talk about that.

In short, after seeing this, the middle-aged vampire temporarily suppressed his anger. The missing pieces of meat from the Minotaurs' chests confirmed that the main succubus's soup was genuine.

The middle-aged vampire wasn't too surprised by this. He had seen many mages with strange hobbies. In the world of mages, the abnormal ones outnumbered the normal ones. There were those who appeared righteous on the surface but secretly enjoyed being violated by ogres. In comparison, the main succubus's slight penchant for Bear Grylls-like behavior was nothing.

If the middle-aged vampire had examined more carefully, he might have noticed something odd—the places where the meat had been cut still showed slight signs of injury.

The main succubus knew to cover it up, but being a first-timer, he wasn't entirely clean.

The injuries were not magical but caused by a sharp blade, specifically a throwing knife. The "flying" and "knife" in "Fei Dao" (Flying Knife).

But at this moment, the middle-aged vampire's mind was in chaos, so he didn't do this. The misunderstanding grew.

He stood up and walked directly to the main succubus. "What do we do about this?"

"What do we do? Huh? Were you part of the group that tried to kill me?" The main succubus glared, and the middle-aged vampire's thoughts of extortion vanished.

"No, no, no, that's not what I mean. I mean, these people are gone. There are still some scattered mercenaries, but their combined strength is less than half of the original group. You're a powerful mage, but you're still a mage. As the saying goes, a warrior is a piece of trash, but you still need one for a dungeon, right? Now that you've killed them all, how do we proceed?"

The middle-aged vampire quickly explained.

"Hmm... that is a problem." The main succubus thought for a moment, then nodded and extended his hand to the middle-aged vampire.

"What do you mean, Mage?" The middle-aged vampire was taken aback.

"Give me the money, not much, just... the commission for these warrior trash. Add another 25% on top of that and give it all to me. We're close, so there's no need for the half-now, half-later routine. Just give me the commission, and there will be no problem."

"Oh, so there will be no problem." The middle-aged vampire chuckled and said very politely, "Can I hit you?"

The main succubus replied very politely, "You can try, but I can't guarantee I won't fight back."

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