Forced to lie down after wearing cannon fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Chu was taken aback for a moment, what are you laughing at?

Lavelle stood up slightly, took out a tissue, and wiped his mouth for him. When his fingertips touched his soft upper lip through a thin tissue, his movements suddenly stopped.

Wen Chu took the tissue, and Lavelle slowly retracted his hand, twirling it lightly with his fingertips.

"Is there any more?" Wen Chu wiped two handfuls indiscriminately.

Lavelle glanced at him: "...There is one more thing, the corner of the mouth."

Wen Chu wiped it twice again, aimed his eyes at the trash can at the corner of the bed, and threw it in with a light flick of his hand.

"The aim is not bad," Lavelle said.He stood up and went to the closet, took some clothes and put them on the bed.

"Do you want to change?" Wen Chu lifted the quilt, "Then I'll..."

"I didn't change it." Lavelle took some clothes in his hands, walked over and put them in front of Wen Chu, "Try to see if they fit."

Wen Chu lowered his head and took a look. There was light blood stains on his collar. He lowered his head a little more. There was no blood on his neck. He looked at Lavelle.

"When you fell asleep just now," Lavelle said, "I wiped it for you."

Wen Chu didn't say anything else, it was really inappropriate to go to that kind of occasion with bloody clothes on, he tore the clothes over and threw them on the bed, his hands were already on the hem of his clothes, just as he was about to take them off, his hands froze.

He looked at the motionless person in front of him: "...I'll change clothes, why don't you go?"

After asking, I felt that I was a bit hypocritical. We are all men, so changing clothes doesn't seem to be a problem.

Wen Chu directly took off his shirt, and when his slender arms without any cover were pulling the shirt, Lavelle moved his eyes away again, and walked directly to the window sill with a little messy footsteps, but his eyes looked at the reflecting glass from time to time.

There are many details in the clothing of the blood race, and the cuffs and collars are particularly troublesome. Wen Chu had seen it many times before when others helped him tidy it up, but he was still in a hurry when he started to use these things, and he didn't know where to go.

Suddenly someone clenched his wrist and lifted it up. Lavelle glanced at him, and Wen Chu fixed his hand in mid-air and did not move.

Lavel lowered his head and helped Wenchu ​​put on the cufflinks. The cufflinks were dotted with pearls, which reflected colored light under the light above his head.

Wen Chu saw that this hand was almost healed, so he stretched out the other hand very consciously.

Lavelle kept moving his hands, and looked up at him again.

Wen Chu suddenly realized that the person in front of him wearing the cufflinks was a nobleman among vampires, and he was a relatively rare duke. His actions just now seemed to be commanding, so he hesitated and withdrew his hand.

Lavelle didn't raise his head, and pulled back his half-shrunk hand: "Don't move." After he finished speaking, he moved closer, bent down and raised the cuff on the bed with one hand.

Wen Chu had already developed a certain conditioned reflex for this action. Every time Lavelle leaned over like this, he wanted to suck blood, and his body subconsciously stepped back a little.

Lavelle paused and looked down at Wen Chu.

He completely covered the light above his head, and Wen Chu couldn't see the man's expression clearly, so he raised his head and looked at him: "It's not because I'm afraid."

Lavelle was inexplicably relieved, and he continued to put on another cufflink.

Finally, there was the collar, where scabs had formed where he had been bitten, and when the soft towel and some cold fingers scratched the skin together, it caused a slight itchiness.

Wen Chu was afraid that this person would try to put on his shoes again, so he put on the boots as soon as the clothes were finished, and bent over to tie the shoelaces.

He ate some food, and when the two of them went out together, there were quite a few blood races in the corridor, all walking in one direction.As the only human being here, Wen Chu always felt a little dangerous.

Lavelle pulled Wen Chu to his side, and did not let go of his wrist.

There was only one floor up, and they went straight up the stairs.

"Where do I sit if I go?" Wen Chu asked, "Can I find a remote place?"

"it is good."

There is a circle of tables and chairs in the fence on each floor, and the nobles sit at a distance from each other.Lavelle took Wen Chu to a place on the top floor, and tapped on the table lightly.

The baron next to him looked up and stood up immediately.

"My chair is down there," Lavelle said, "get someone to bring it up, and you can find another place to sit."

The baron seemed a little nervous, bowed his head and ran away without saying a word.

"Sit." Lavel pressed Wen Chu's shoulder with his palm.

Wen Chu was pushed to sit on the baron's seat, and looked up at the man: "Are there any other chairs?"

"Moving here is too much trouble," Lavelle said.

"Why don't you sit here," Wen Chu said, standing up, "I..."

Lavelle smiled, gently pushed the man down again, and scratched the back of Wen Chu's neck with his fingers: "It's okay, you sit down."

"I'm a vampire, and my physique is hundreds of times better than yours. It's okay to stand here for two months," Lavelle said, "You just got blood sucked by me, and it will be uncomfortable to stand for a day."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bell rang around, which meant the start of the meeting.Wen Chu hesitated for a moment, said nothing, and turned to look down.

There are more than 100 nobles, and they are scattered and sitting below, and they are mighty, and the number is quite large at first glance.

Wen Chu directly set his sights on the bottom floor. There are six seats and a high table at the bottom, which should be a podium. There is a vampire standing there.

On the seat with the gold trim on the back is Kevin, next to Kevin is Bailey and an empty seat, next to Bailey is Kress, next to the empty seat is Vesch, and there is a person with a straight face The duke who is sitting, I have never seen him before.

He pointed his finger and asked, "Who is that?"

"Anderson."

"How is your position arranged?"

"The level of strength," Lavelle said, "with Kevin as the center, the strength gradually decreases towards the left and right sides."

"Then you are pretty good." Wen Chu said.

Lavelle smiled, but said nothing.

The blood clan standing on the podium first read a list, and Wen Chu counted, there were 35 of them.

Lavelle explained the process to him: "This is the list of the previous viscounts, and the order is basically based on their strength."

Wen Chu asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"fight."

Wen Chu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lavelle.

"It's easy to understand. Every vampire is very powerful. They are forced to live such a semi-social life. They don't need to consider many medical, environmental, transportation and other issues like humans. There are also human sources of life. Let’s face it, you don’t need too strong political factors, so the level of strength is a very convincing indicator.”

Lavelle said: "Frankly speaking, the vampires are no different from ferocious beasts. Fighting to suck blood is something that is carved into their bones. The more intense the fight, the more excited they will be."

"The election assembly is an election at best, but at worst," he paused, "it's just a carnival of a group of lunatics."

His voice was not loud, but the blood race was born with good hearing. When he finished speaking, a blood race happened to move Lavelle's chair, and the dukes below looked up together.

Wen Chu leaned closer to Lavelle, and asked, "With such a long distance, can they hear you?"

"The building materials here are sound-absorbing," Lavelle said. "It's not audible."

Wen Chu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Even if you hear it, it's okay."

"I heard that it's not hatred?"

Lavelle smiled: "They are so old, they all understand this truth, and the others dare not come to me even if they are angry."

When Wen Chu usually gets along with him, he feels that this person is quite gentle and humble, but the more he gets in touch with him, he will find that Lavelle seems to be a little arrogant, but such arrogance does not conflict with humility, it is more like an inborn confidence.

It's like he became the one-in-a-million Duke before he was 30 years old, his strength was almost at the top, and he crushed everyone with his own talent.

Wen Chu leaned on the table: "How old are they at such an old age?"

"Kevin is more than 1000 years old, and Bailey is about [-] years old..."

Wen Chu choked for a moment. Although he knew that these dukes were quite old, it was still a bit aggressive to say this number.

There are many people of this age in his world, but Wen Chu is very young, and he can't get in touch with those who are older and more powerful.

Except for one that came across by chance.

But that person looked very young, he didn't know it at first, and later found out that the person's identity seemed to be higher than he thought.

"Veschi is younger, more than 800 years old."

"Ah?" Wen Chu looked at him, "Then he hasn't sucked blood for more than 800 years, is it because he hasn't sucked blood since he was born?"

Lavelle frowned: "His identity is a bit strange." He looked towards the door, "When this stage is over, I will take you to his room."

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