Vampire's Private Kitchen [Comprehensive]

After staying in Venice for more than a month, the first downpour of rain came here.

In front of the bay window in Snow's own room, the action of 'sit' was not too obvious to the bat.

Bean-sized raindrops splashed on the glass, leaving blurred traces. The number of ships in the river decreased, and the surrounding sounds were covered with a layer of rustling noise. The moist air made people feel refreshed.

It wasn't until a bolt of lightning pierced the sky that Snow regained consciousness under the strong light.If you must describe this feeling, it is actually somewhat similar to when she was buried deep underground.The difference is that her consciousness gradually became clear back then, but now, her consciousness is constantly becoming blurred.

Hannibal knocked on the door, reminding Snow that the guests were already downstairs.

Most of the time, Snow was in the state of a bat. Hannibal didn't need to spend any effort to cover up the fact that Snow was not there. He could say that the mistress was ill, or that Snow had gone out to meet some friends.

The banquet can go on well without Snow, after all, the eternal theme of Hannibal's banquet is food.

With Snow's intervention and efforts, the ingredients for the recent period are all the nightmare of the cow that was slaughtered. The side dishes ranged from mushrooms to snake meat. No human being was harmed. It was a very happy result.

Occasionally, by luck, Snow remains human when guests come, and she will sit at the dining table with everyone who is doing it. Snow can pretend to eat something by himself, but in fact those things fall on the table. on the ground, or thrown in the trash.

This tacit understanding has been going on for some time.

Knocking on the door goes unanswered, and Hannibal is left to weave another tale of ups and downs about the mistress' absence.

But after the guests were seated, there were two more guests today.

Lane and Alice were standing in front of Hannibal's door, the two of them standing under an umbrella the same color as Lane's eyes, a beautiful lake blue.Alice is in charge of holding the umbrella. The guests are not smiling, but they are not tense.

"Aren't you inviting us in for a sit down?" Ryan thoughtfully did not call Hannibal by name.

They still don't know what Hannibal's alias is, there are many guests in the room, and Snow is not in the living room—these are all easily perceived.

There is no place where humans live that makes Ryan more comfortable than Venice.This is a water city, which is completely the home of mermaids. Ryan can control the life and death of my island.Of course, you can also feel all the information transmitted from the water vapor.

"Of course, come in." Hannibal turned sideways, giving way to the door.

The sudden arrival of guests means that there are two more seats. The chair itself is not a problem. It is the growth of Ryan and Alice during this period that can touch Hannibal.

As soon as the two uninvited guests stepped into the living room, the guests sitting around the dining table who usually had red wine recognized them: "...you are...you are not that mermaid singer!"

The tone of the elegant lady who asked the question was somewhat uncertain.She has a good sense of proportion, if she takes the liberty of admitting the wrong person, this sentence itself can be a trick to brighten the atmosphere at the table.

"I think I'm the one you said." Ryan glanced at the seating distribution at the table.

Only one chair was vacant, and that was for Hannibal himself.

There was no place for Snow, which made Ryan feel a little hurt.

There was no trace of Snow anywhere, and Ryan couldn't help but wonder if Snow was dead.If it wasn't for Snow's silent death in another country, how could Hannibal happily reopen the banquet, chatting and laughing here?

"Ah... is he the Rain God?"

"I remember that the Rain God is not human...he is..." The quality of the invited guests was not bad, and no one made the movement of lifting the tablecloth to observe Ryan's legs.It's just that these people are upset in their hearts. Only they know why they didn't take a second look when Ryan entered the door.

"He's a mermaid." Hannibal moved the chair to the table with Alice's help.

The oven in the kitchen made a 'ding—' in a hurry, and Hannibal turned and went to the kitchen, leaving the living room to the group of guests.

Ryan, who was left hanging in the hall, had an ugly expression on his face. His index finger kept tapping the table rhythmically, and the atmosphere was deadlocked.

"So... is this kind of a banquet?"

"What kind of banquet?" The guest looked at Ryan in confusion.

"You don't know who he is yet?... Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it." Ryan's tone of voice made people angry, but seeing his species advantage, the guests were still flexible No complaints about his big temper.

What's more, they were indeed attracted by the relationship between Ryan and Hannibal.

From that time in the bar to now, everyone has barely established a relationship with Hannibal.But where did Hannibal come from and what kind of work did he do? Every time he chatted, he was always easily taken away.

In short, that elegant man does not seem to be a bad person, and now that he knows some well-known friends of dark creatures, there is no need to go it alone.

"The main course is here?...can you tell me what kind of meat this dish is made of?"

"Pork, isn't this a very common dish?" A customer smiled and said to Ryan: "Maybe you don't know French food yet, why don't you try it? I can assure you that even a real three-star chef, It’s just that level.”

"Pork?" Ryan sneered: "Haven't you asked him this question yet? The gentleman I know is very good at improving recipes."

"Oh?"

"It's a nightmare. A friend of mine has a channel to buy a magical creature. This creature looks similar to a horse... I think the only thing you need to rely on to taste food is the sense of taste. Other senses are likely to affect the judgment of the ingredients."

A group of guests looked at each other after hearing this, only Ryan looked at Hannibal mockingly.

The guests quickly accepted this 'white lie'.A group of people who fanatically pursue vampires are always much faster than ordinary people accepting these issues.

"I want to see Snow, don't tell me those perfunctory excuses." Seeing Hannibal's guests eating happily, Ryan asked the question he cared most about.

"You can find it yourself. Maybe the person who sent you didn't tell you everything, and you're still full of uncertainty, aren't you?"

"I'm not unsure. Louis has told me everything. But you...you don't know what this exile means to Snow, do you?" Where did she escape to, and when the last day came, it was only a matter of time for her.

Hannibal could more or less guess something.

Snow's trance state, the strange potion he drank, and the unexplainable reason for his escape.

The only thing that can make a vampire panic, is the ultimate death.

Louie and Lester still have unspoken secrets.It's not just madness and sunlight that can kill a vampire, there are other things, it may be rare, but Snow is that rare case.

"Even if she dies, you will soon be able to continue living indifferently, won't you?" Ryan gritted his teeth: "So you don't have to care about what will happen afterwards! Hand over Snow, and you can continue to entertain your guest!"

Lane's final reason for touching Hannibal was his rudeness.Hannibal turned to Ryan with some studio attention.His attitude finally became serious. It was not just the heavy rain outside the room. A continuous line of rain washed away the transparent window glass with ripples. The high degree of blur effect cut off all the scenery outside, and the sky seemed to darken.

Lane was serious from the start.

After the extreme silence, the guests suddenly stood up from their seats as if they were getting better.Alice never intervened in the communication between the two, but she opened the door.This action seemed to point out the direction for the distraught guests. They walked out of the room like dumplings and walked down a few flights of stairs. No one had an umbrella, but they all walked into the storm in a tacit understanding.

"Snow is upstairs." Hannibal restrained his dissatisfaction, but whether the dinner was interrupted or the guests were driven away by Ryan's ability, it meant that Hannibal's stay in Venice no longer existed. .In the final analysis, the angrier Ryan's attitude was, the more it represented that Snow was in a bad state at this time.

But Ryan will figure it out one day.Only the most useless concerns need to act like a sugar-starved child.

They are finding a solution, otherwise it would be Louie and Lester.

Fortunately, the confrontation didn't last long, the dishes on the table cooled down, and the timer in the kitchen no longer allowed Hannibal to chop and plate the vegetables.

Ryan suddenly rushed to the stairs. Mermaids have never been good at running, but at this time Ryan was so fast that there was almost only an afterimage.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the whole room was illuminated by this bolt of lightning.

Ryan clearly sensed Snow's breath, and for a brief moment, he appeared on the edge of the window sill on the second floor.The sufficient water vapor in the air made Ryan vaguely see Snow's movement of supporting the wall, and the next moment, the breath disappeared again.

The reason why Ryan was so nervous was because he could 'see' clearly that it wasn't Snow who left, but she fell to the ground.

··· Snow did not move.