Will you send the freshest blood? " said the butler.

This is the master's habit before going to bed, and the blood comes from the blood slaves raised here. They eat blood-nourishing food, and they can make requests depending on the quality of the blood. What they need is to provide blood once a month or even dozens of days.

Carefully selected blood slaves, of course, don't want them to die from exhaustion at will. As for Ian, he is the luckiest one among all the food, because his blood is indeed of the highest quality, and he can smell the blood if he stands close. The taste of extremely mellow blood.

Even he would be confused by the smell, but without the owner's permission, no one is allowed to touch the owner's food easily.

"En." Selt responded, changed into a nightgown and lay down in the carefully prepared coffin. The woody fragrance and darkness here made him feel at ease.

After taking the blood sent by the butler, Celt took a sip lightly. It was supposed to be a moment of enjoyment before going to bed, but the smell of blood made him frown tightly.

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