Wizard, I have a different world

"Zi..."

A gorgeous pink sports car parked at the entrance of the nightclub. The door opened, and a long leg wrapped in black stockings poked out from the car.

The black pointed leather shoes have a shiny surface, with some crystal embellishments shining like buling buling.

Monica shook her wavy golden hair and extended her hand to signal:

"Professor Carl, please get out of the car!"

"There's no need for this."

Karl, who was dressed in formal attire and totally out of place in this noisy street, got down from the passenger seat and sighed helplessly:

"It's no longer suitable for people of my age to come to this kind of place, and please don't call me professor."

Professor is an honorific title.

It is only used to refer to some top scholars who have made significant contributions to science or are from top universities.

Karl, who has not yet had any successful research, certainly cannot be called one.

"With Mr. Carl's theoretical level, becoming a professor is just a matter of time." Monica smiled:

"It's an honor to invite you, and of course I want to celebrate."

"please!"

Different from wearing a formal dress and dressing up as a social elite during the day, Monica at this time showed off her exaggerated figure.

Sexy!

Gorgeous!

So graceful!

The bright lipstick and heavy makeup on her eyes do not make her look kitsch, but exude youthful vitality.

As for Carl…

He has white hair on his head, wrinkles on his cheeks, and walks slowly, showing that he has acquired the posture of old age.

"Dear lady!"

"Park the car!"

Monica threw the car keys in her hand at the waiting waiter and twisted her body into the nightclub.

"Professor Karl, your colleagues have been waiting inside for a long time."

"well!"

Karl sighed and followed up.

"Boom!"

"Click..."

"..."

Passing through two iron gates used for sound insulation and defense, the eyes were instantly filled with colorful lights, accompanied by various noises.

"This way!"

Monica yelled from the front.

The distance between the two people was not far, but they still had to shout to be heard clearly. You can imagine the confusion of the sound.

The corners of Karl's mouth twitched.

It was really hard for him to understand why anyone would like this kind of place. The key was that he also liked it when he was young.

After passing through the crowd of people twisting their waists, he was pulled by Monica and groped for a booth in the dark.

There are already several young people waiting here.

"Monica!"

"Ruili!"

"Blaze!"

"..."

"Let me introduce it to you." Monica pulled Karl over and said loudly:

"This is Professor Karl who studies biodiversity. He will be your colleague from now on."

?

Karl opened his mouth, but did not correct the fallacy in the other party's introduction. He stretched out his hand and nodded to a few people:

"Carl Bergmann, a teacher who does research part-time."

"The teacher is part-time." Monica put her arms around Karl's shoulders and said with a serious face:

"Research is the main business. This is why I spend a lot of money to hire you. I hope your research will be successful."

"Monica." Karl shrugged:

"You'd better temper your expectations. Not all studies will be fruitful."

"Actually..."

"The vast majority of research is trial and error."

"That's true." The man named Blaise stood up, shook hands with Karl, and said:

"I have been doing research for more than ten years, but still have no success."

"That's because you have money." Monica curled her lips:

"Invest in yourself, of course, don't worry about any results. I am an investor in the company."

"Heh..." Blaise smiled:

"What research does Mr. Carl do?"

"In terms of the origin of life." Karl shook hands with Ruili, who had long blue hair, found a seat to sit down, and said:

"There are also the effects of DNA, RNA... on various tissues and organs of organisms."

"Oh!" Blaise raised his eyebrows:

"Most of the research in this area is theoretical and there are not many concrete results. Monica is actually willing to invest?"

Monica rolled her eyes.

"I know DNA, what is RNA?" Ruili asked curiously:

"Mr. Carl, please forgive my ignorance in this regard. I am a history teacher at the college."

"There is some relationship between the two. You can understand it in gene regulation and genetic information." Karl said:

"Current research proves that genetic information is mainly determined by DNA, but I have a different view..."

"Oh!" Blaise sat up straight:

"Why?"

"The functions of various organs in the human body are different, but they come from the same place, and the selection of genes is very important." Karl explained:

"According to the existing theory, genetic information is fixed, and some born with six fingers and aberrations are a few genetic mutations..."

"The selection of genetic information is very important, DNA..."

"That's enough!" Monica stroked her forehead:

"This is not a place for you to discuss scientific research, but a place for you to relax and enjoy yourself."

"That's right!" Blaise stood up, bent down, and stretched out his hand towards Monica:

"Beautiful Miss Monica, I wonder if I will be honored to dance with you tonight?"

"Can."

Monica brushed her long hair and lowered her wrists.

After she danced twice and returned to the booth, she saw Karl tasting wine honestly.

Ruili and Blaise each found their own goals to play with.

"Teacher Carl."

Shrugging, Monica said:

"Have you always been so boring?"

"That's not true." Karl shook his head:

"But as we get older, hormone levels drop, and many things are no longer enough to arouse interest."

"I'm different from you. Even if you want to do something now, you have to consider your physical condition first."

Monica raised an eyebrow.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that there was something in the other person's words.

"It seems I made a mistake by forcing you to come here. How about taking you to a high-society restaurant next time?"

"Let's talk about it later."

"Then I can play by myself?"

"Have fun."

Smiling, Monica twisted her body and blended into the crowd.

A tall white man noticed her presence, licked the corners of his mouth, and moved closer.

"Beautiful lady."

The big man stretched his hands dishonestly towards the slender waist, brought it to his neck, took a deep breath of the aroma, and whispered:

"Do you want me to come and play with you?"

"Well..." Monica turned around, her beautiful eyes flashing slightly:

"Are you okay?"

"I guarantee your satisfaction!" The big man grinned:

"Every woman who has tasted me doesn't like it."

"Oh!" Monica's eyes lit up:

"It's not very convenient here. How about we go to the back?"

"Of course!" The big man was ecstatic, immediately put his arm around her waist, squeezed through the crowd and headed towards the back alley of the nightclub.

soon.

"Bah!"

Monica touched the blood at the corner of her mouth, her two protruding fangs slowly retracted, and she stretched out her hand to push down the corpse beside her.

"Pooh!"

"A drug addiction really tainted my appetite!"

…………

"Even a young woman at the peak of her physical fitness cannot jump for that long without breaking a sweat."

Karl picked up the wine glass and took a sip:

"vampire……"

"Without the gods, all kinds of monsters and ghosts came out, but they were so temperamental that they didn't look like evil people."

"Um?"

Just as he was whispering, two beautiful figures approached the booth.

"handsome guy!"

"Alone?"

Both women have curvy figures. As for their appearance...

Not to mention the messy lights here, but the thick foundation she applied on her face made it difficult to see her facial features clearly.

Karl looked up and sighed helplessly.

This taste...

Still a vampire!

But unlike Monica, the smell of these two people is full of decay, decay and madness.

It is completely different from a creature like a 'human'.

This nightclub,

Isn't it a place where vampires hunt?