I'm on the big guy cookbook

When I woke up, it seemed like a lifetime away.

Neil opened his glued eyelids, yawned and rubbed his eyes and sat up on the bed.

He subconsciously turned his head to look out the window, with a lazy and comfortable expression, he stopped as his sight caught the bloody crescent moon outside, the dark night sky, and a corner of the castle.

...Ah lah.

blood moon?

castle?

Neil's expression gradually became dull: ah...Speaking of which, I was reborn and lived in the vampire's castle. Yesterday I was lying on the damn pretty vampire's desk with my naked body...Huh?

strip! ?

What the hell! ! !

Neil, who was completely awake, quickly touched his naked upper body twice, stared round his eyes and scanned the room that was completely unlike his own, his hands trembling slightly.

Did he and Aris yesterday—

The palm-sized face was slightly distorted, the corners of the mouth were tense, and the jaw was tightened.

He was suppressing some kind of emotion as if he couldn't accept it, as if lifting a heavy object, he slowly lifted the edge of the quilt around his waist with his hands, and squinted his eyes along the dark gap without light.

But when Neil saw that there was no trace on his body, even the red ink on his belly disappeared, he put down the quilt with a blank expression and stared at dead fish eyes...

"Ugh!"

"This year's duke can't do it."

Losing labor and capital, I was excited and looked forward to it.

Why didn't he do anything?

Neil touched his face and sighed in disappointment.

To be honest, his current body has been pampered since he was a child, and he is still of noble blood, so he is really not ugly.Not only is it not ugly, but it is definitely the type of blond and blue-eyed pure saint who wears a white robe and holds a scepter, who can be used as the cover of some Western fantasy online games.

It can be attacked or accepted, it can be salty or sweet.

Although he became thinner and paler after being ill, he was still not as good as the mysterious and dark Grand Duke with black hair and red pupils.

But it doesn't mean that they are all stripped and nothing happened, are all vampires so abstinent?

Or is the vampire's body cold, so that place can't get hard?

What can I do? If he is really "the widow has a disease", how can I lie to him about the first embrace.

Neil clicked his tongue again, lowered his head and pinched his chin, and whispered worriedly: "Aris can't be okay..."

"Oh?"

The lazy voice suddenly rubbed against Neil's right ear, with an imperceptible smile besides indifference, "What's wrong?"

Neil, who was thinking about it, said bluntly, "Of course I'm afraid he won't be able to do it down here, hahaha."

"Really, hehe, it seems that you care about me in a special way."

Neil: "That's when—" Wait!

Isn't he the only one in the room? !

Neil: "........."

Neil: (ΩДΩ)

Fuck———!

At that moment, Neil finally understood what it means to have hairs all over the ground.

He turned his neck stiffly, and unexpectedly saw Francis who appeared by the bedside at some time.

The other party was still wearing a white shirt, slim-fit breeches, and calf-reaching boots, with long curly black hair lingering around his face and shoulders.

On the handsome face that is thousands of miles away from others, a pair of scarlet red pupils can see all the actions of this human being since he woke up.

"........."

Neil swallowed, and his dying facial nerves pulled out a far-fetched dry smile: "Ha, hahaha, what a coincidence, Aris, when did you appear behind me, you, why didn't you move when you walked, hahaha ..."

Not only was there no movement, it was like a ghost on a horse!

Did he hear everything I said just now?

No, it won't - ah ah ah ah labor and management have no face to live on! ! !

Neal was ashamed and angry.

Francis looked at the blushing human being in front of him with interest, and broke his luck: "I have been here since you woke up."

"..." Neil covered his face with his hands, "I said I was talking in my sleep just now, do you believe me?"

Francis curled his lips into a half-smile and said, "Heh~"

Just this one word is full of ridicule.

Neil: "..."

Okay, I get it. Needless to say.

oh oh oh.

Is it okay for this cannon fodder to talk behind the scenes that the protagonist is 100% discovered.

"I was wrong, and I dare not do it again."

The cannon fodder Ni sincerely admitted his mistake, wrapped the quilt tightly and begged humbly for forgiveness, but the blood boss gave him a piece of paper without saying anything.

"look carefully."

"Good good."

Neil quickly took it with both hands, and leaned over to look at it with a low eyebrow.

A smell hits the nostrils.

The paper in medieval Europe was still very thick, and the smell of ink was strong. In order to cover up this smell, the paper used by nobles and wealthy families usually used incense. Beautifully complex.

Usually a sentence needs to go through countless wording, imagination, euphemism, and pondering, and finally a large article can be written.

After Neil summed it up, it was - the calligraphy and painting are really beautiful, and the words used are really exaggerated.

An ordinary man like him may not be able to guess which sentence in a letter is really useful in his whole life.

After all, he didn't perfectly inherit all the memories of his original body. Being able to read, write, and speak medieval European words has already made him very content, especially the world he is in now has nothing to do with the history books he read in his previous life. .

So Niall has decided: This is another world, another ancient Europe.

"This is... a contract?"

Neil glanced at it and found that the words on this piece of paper did not contain any repetitions that he could not understand, so he was relieved, and read it word by word:

"Human Neil. Neil threw himself into the darkness, serving beside the Blood Duke, offering his flesh and soul in exchange for eternal time.

Before Neil Neil has a noble soul, he does not have the right to exchange for eternal life; his master, the Duke Aris Francis Yukland, has the right to guide his growth.

Before the contract was completed, the Duke of Blood, Aris Francis Ukland, had an obligation to protect Neil Neil, and Neil Neil could not betray the oath.

After the contract is completed, Neil Neil will have eternal life; but during this period, he will dedicate his flesh and soul to the Duke of Blood, Aris Francis Yukland, without complaint..."

"When the full moon turns into a new moon, the pure white turns into crimson, and the extravagance and beauty degenerates into a spider's web... Those who sign the contract will leave the light and enter the darkness. After the contract is established, it will be engraved into the soul and will never be violated... Is this an oath? "

Neil after reading: "!!!"

"This--"

He glanced at the man sitting on the chair next to the bed.

And Francis closed his eyes halfway, his thick eyelashes cast shadows on his narrow, blood-like pupils, he stared at the shocked Neil indifferently and said: "Your parents sent you to me to let you live , I know you also want to live, but there is no free lunch in the world, let alone eternal life."

"..."

"The contract in your parents' hands is far from enough to pay such a high price, and I never do business at a loss."

Francis leaned back against the chair with his legs crossed, his arms wrapped around his chest, cold and ruthless.

"If you want it, give what makes my heart tick."

"But apart from your soul, you are worthless in my eyes."

"........."

Neil opened his mouth, but was speechless, unable to refute at all.

This contract seems fair, but even if he lives forever, he still has to live under Francis' eyes forever. Isn't it equivalent to him becoming the inexhaustible blood bank of the other party?

In this way, he is indeed immortal, but he is not free, while Francis has no loss, and even made a fortune.

"Does this time have to be forever?" Neil hesitated to discuss, "Isn't this really life imprisonment?"

Francis sneered again, "Your soul is only worth this."

Neil looked disbelieving: "Really?"

That's not what your face said when you looked at it yesterday.

That way, he would have thought that Aris fell in love with him.

"Hehe, you can hesitate, or you can refuse to sign. If you dare to test your life..."

The scarlet eyes were extremely sharp, and Neil, who was staring at him, seemed to smell blood, and dared not look at him.

Neil really didn't dare to make this bet.

Seeing the human beings in front of him hesitate, a gleam of satisfaction flashed in Francis' eyes, like a wolf driving prey into a trap, calmly closing the net.

"The power of my blood you took is about to disappear, and in a few days, you will turn into a mummy."

A hand wearing a black leather glove flicked in the air, black fire was burning, and a glass bottle containing a blood bead appeared in his hand. The small blood bead took away Neil's mind in an instant.

Neil: "Blood?"

Francis: "Yes, as long as you sign the contract, it is yours, and I will give it to you every once in a while."

Neil: "..." So right after the threat was finished, it was changed to a lure, right?

Francis curled his lips. Under the cold white skin, the black hair and red pupils became more and more handsome and seductive. He looked like a vicious demon who charmed human beings and whispered in his ears.He said:

"Come on, choose. Human."

is born,

Still dead!

is bright,

Still depraved!

……

[The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Francis: You are worth nothing to me except your blood.

Neil Blackface: Please pull it out and say this again, thank you.

Francis (smiling): Eight possibilities.

Neil: ...tui!

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