Chapter 1326: Chapter 53: The Farm Lords
As they spoke, the large basket had already passed through the cable and successfully reached the castle of the Torrido Clan—this was on the other side of the terrace where Luo Qiu was, making it impossible to see what happened next from this line of sight.
Seeing Luo Qiu continuously watching the large basket, Queen Elizabeth hesitated and asked, “Brother Luo Qiu, do you… do you find this bad…”
Upon hearing this, the maid watched Queen Elizabeth with interest… but did not speak.
This young vampire girl, coincidentally shares a name with one of her students… it might only be a coincidence—the vampire girl, regardless of appearance or race, had nothing in mon with the student from sixty years ago.
Yet, in this short time, You Ye couldn’t help but remember the young queen from Elizabeth… the princess from back then.
“Why ask this way.” Luo Qiu casually asked, “Why do you think I find it bad?”
Queen Elizabeth tightened her grip on her dress… not daring to meet Luo Qiu’s eyes, she whispered, “Because… because we’re farming humans… wouldn’t you find it offensive?”
“They…” Luo Qiu smiled, “These humans living on the farm don’t find it offensive, so as an observer, I don’t seem to have a reason to be offended either.”
“But… for the Human Race, seeing their panions being bred as food by another race, wouldn’t they instinctively feel disgusted?” Queen Elizabeth raised her head, “Grandfather always said, humans are strongly exclusive creatures. Though farming ancient species is the most ordinary thing among the Thirteen Clans, I know in the Unhuman Domain, there are many who dislike the Thirteen Clans’ methods, and occasionally some Non-Human will attack the farms under the guise of liberating them, hence the patrol teams… originally, they were just for managing the farms, not constant patrols.”
“Indeed.” Luo Qiu nodded, “I don’t deny your viewpoint, as it’s a universal value among humans. I don’t feel offense, but I can’t represent other people’s views.”
“So, Brother Luo Qiu, do you really not dislike it… vampires sucking human blood.” Queen Elizabeth asked nervously.
Luo Qiu suddenly responded, “Maybe, pared to vampires sucking blood, the things I’ve done, and will continue to do, in your view, might be even worse.”
Yet this young vampire clearly hadn’t seen anything from Luo Qiu parable to vampires sucking blood, let alone things worse, and she only took his words as a way to console himself.
Brother Luo Qiu is really too gentle… Queen Elizabeth couldn’t help but quietly observe him again.
Unforgettable… for a vampire, the first target sucked… to this day, the taste and sensation of that moment is unforgettable.
“Your little tiger teeth are showing.” Luo Qiu smiled at this moment, “Are you hungry?”
Queen Elizabeth hurriedly covered her lips, with a hint of panic and embarrassment, “No, it’s not like that… you didn’t see it! You didn’t see it!”
The young vampire girl lowered her head and ran back into the room.
“Such an interesting ability.” The maid suddenly said, “Is it because she once sucked the master’s blood?”
Luo Qiu shook his head, “Probably not… when I let her suck blood, I was in a human state, just an ordinary person, with nothing special. But such an ability might arise because she’s a hybrid? Her mother’s side also has the blood of the Round Table Knights.”
The maid just smiled slightly, casually saying, “It seems she quite likes you, Master.”
What more could Luo Qiu say… having introduced her as a ‘girlfriend’ right from the start, in his view, that’s already a very clear explanation, and there can’t be anything clearer.
But occasionally showing a hint of a little girl-like demeanor, Boss Luo found it charming too.
“Hmm, suddenly I want to go and explore this farm.”
Thus, Boss Luo spoke half-jokingly, half-seriously.
“Farm?” The maid was surprised.
Luo Qiu nodded and said, “Earlier, on those so-called ‘food’ on the basket, what I saw was… something called ‘happiness.’ Doesn’t that make you curious about the farms’ breeding methods?”
The maid had no objections, wherever the master wished to go, she would follow, whatever he wanted to do, she would help even proactively… all her thoughts couldn’t escape those premises.
From the club Luo Qiu first took over to now, there was no change… perhaps now, even more attentive.
“Then let’s go take a look.” You Ye agreed with a smile.
So, Luo Qiu stepped back.
The moment he stepped back, he split into two… and the maid simultaneously stepped back, splitting into two as well.
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Zhong Luoyue and Maria’s debate seemed to halt—as Luo Qiu and You Ye returned to the room.
Though the debate stopped, the two glared at each other—obviously, the stop wasn’t because one side had won, but merely out of a silent disagreement.
Queen Elizabeth had dismantled a chair in the room and was lighting a fire at the fireplace—boiling water.
As the main castle of the Torrido Clan, apart from blood items, there’s really nothing to entertain humans.
Not wanting to be too rude, yet without other options, this young vampire girl could only e up with this not-really-a-solution—boiling water on the spot.
Of course, water was available, even vampires needed to clean their bodies… clean water could be fetched from the bathroom in the room—definitely not bath water.
Boss Luo and the Maid sat down.
Miss Maria, after swallowing saliva, began to speak with a furrowed brow, “I told you, they surely know we’d blend into the ‘food’…”
A new round of debate started again.
Whoosh—! Whoosh—!
The young vampire girl was vigorously blowing to make the fire for boiling water stronger.
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The castle, exposed on the mountainside, appears majestic enough, but the part deep within the mountain is even grander.
This is the stronghold crafted over many years by the Torrido Clan, and naturally, it wouldn’t appear so simple—especially the section deep within the mountain.
Not only are the surroundings fortified with powerful inner borders, but in many parts, elite vampires personally guard them—after all, the deeper one gets into the mountain, the more noble the vampire resides.
And the duke of the Torrido Clan slumbers at the deepest part of the mountain… Basically, without significant matters or special occasions, the duke of Torrido doesn’t awaken easily.
On one hand, for the duke who possesses a long life, the waking days are too dull—moreover, for vampires, sleeping is a good way to enhance their power.
Humans bee old and their body functions gradually deteriorate, but vampires are different… With the tradition that the older they get, the stronger their power, they’ve never known what aging is.
A group of upper echelon nobility from the Torrido Clan sits in a giant circular room deep within the castle.
This place is built like an opera house’s theater.
On the second floor’s platform, each independent platform is covered with gray gauze, only allowing blurry silhouettes to be seen—and on the stage below, several attendants who serve the upper echelon nobility stand ready.
The attendants bow their heads and patiently wait for orders from the noble beings on the second floor.
However, the upper echelon nobility do not immediately mand the attendants to bring out the “agricultural products” one by one like usual but instead engage in idle chat.
“I’ve heard a few fellows broke into the castle today?”
“Are they poachers? Hasn’t this happened several times this month… Speaking of which, after you caught the last batch of poachers, you cooked up something on your own, don’t you think that’s rather unfair?”
“Don’t talk about it, I thought that woman seemed quite clean, but surprisingly, after just one sniff, I almost retched, who knows how many men she’s been with! All carrying the scent of men, even the smell of werewolves… It’s utterly disgusting.”
“Hehehe, that’s why I say, those snacks outside can never pare to the food produced by our farm. Didn’t your ancestor tell you that roadside snacks are seriously unhygienic?”
“Quiet.”
At this moment, a deep male voice suddenly emanates from the central gauze screen—his voice prompts the aristocrats to abruptly stop their banter.
They all glance towards the central gauze screen—where two silhouettes are visible.
One sits, while another stands by attending—it’s the standing male vampire who spoke: Bazby.
In the vampire world, he merely holds the status of an attendant… but essentially, he is hardly inferior to these upper echelon nobles, his power even surpasses several here.
Even as just an attendant, he cannot be belittled—all the more, Bazby typically speaks on behalf of that distinguished individual.
The silhouette seated behind the gauze screen.
As a direct descendant of Torrido, he holds authority second only to the duke within the Torrido Clan and during the duke’s slumber, he performs the duke’s duties within the clan, undoubtedly the prince of the Torrido Clan… His name is Bylegang.
Bylegang remains silent, while Bazby steps out from behind the gauze curtain once the nobles quiet down.
His attire is similar to that of the patrol team soldiers, donned in a full dark blue military uniform… At present, Bazby keeps his hands folded behind him, standing upright.
His slightly pale skin and emerald green eyes, despite the chilling aura in the military uniform, exude an unimaginably mesmerizing beauty… Even within the beauty-cherishing Torrido Clan, Bazby holds a secure spot among the top five most attractive.
Several female vampires among the aristocrats now gaze at him with enchantment.
“Before we begin dining, I’ll announce a few directives from Prince Bylegang.”
Bazby holds a document in his hand, his deep, magnetic voice gradually permeating throughout every inch of this space. “First, starting next month, the supply to all upper echelon nobles within the clan will decrease to eighty-five percent of the original. Middle aristocracy supply drops to seventy percent of the original. Lower aristocracy supply to fifty percent of the original… All other supplies remain unchanged.”
“What? Reduced by fifteen percent?”
After all, not every female vampire succumbs to Bazby’s allure—an imperceptibly sharp female vampire voice suddenly pierces the air.
Bazby remains expressionless, calmly stating: “Currently, not only Torrido, the other twelve clans will implement supply reduction measures starting next month. As for the reason, I believe you already know.”
“Is it… the Holy Blood Ceremony?” An upper echelon noble voice follows: “Even with the Holy Blood Ceremony, there has never been a precedent of reducing supply before?”
Bazby responds: “Indeed, according to past yields, there was no need to reduce nobility’s supply. But given this year’s yield, we’re left with no choice but to economize… You must be aware, haven’t varying degrees of production decline occurred across the major farms of the thirteen clans?”
“The ‘Infection’… has it bee this severe?” A voice gasps quietly.
Bazby no longer elaborates—the clan’s hierarchical structure is profoundly entrenched, even dissenting voices cannot counter the power traditions passed down through countless years.
“This is a resolution unanimously passed at last month’s supreme meeting of the thirteen clans.” Bazby scans the room, “Hence it cannot be altered… Now, I’ll proceed to announce the second matter. That is, starting today, all clan members with titles are to be recalled.”
“All clan members with titles recalled? Is this by decision of the supreme meeting of the thirteen clans?”
A cacophony of voices erupts.
“Quiet!” Bazby’s voice reverberates throughout the hall again, “The recall includes members residing in the current world! Their stay in the Unhuman Domain expenses will be uniformly covered by the clan.”
“Why recall them? Does this mean… we are going to war with the werewolves again?”
Bazby retorts: “Three months ago, a vampire family residing in the Far East was annihilated overnight by an unknown enemy.”
“The Far East… could it be the Takizawa Family?!”
Like spring thunder, the room suddenly fills with voices…
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