Patrick opened the drawer.
Take out a small wooden box.
A glass test tube lay on the blood-red velvet cloth in the box.
A ball of blood the size of a broad bean floated in the test tube. Just after a glance, Guan Shanyun felt a strong desire burst out from his heart, as if he wanted to crush the blood together with the test tube and stuff it into his mouth. Even if he was pricked, it didn't matter.
"--What's this?"
The guest tried hard to restrain the desire in his eyes.
The owner of the lounge didn't seem surprised by the other party's reaction and chuckled: "This is what you are pursuing, the true blood from the Black family. I will use it to open the door to another world for you...it will bring you unimaginable power."
There is no doubt.
Guan Shanyun stared at the blood without blinking.
Powerful and pure.
This was his only feeling about that blood.
“—Is it OK now?”
The guest murmured, with a hint of disbelief in his tone, and his face turned a little red with excitement - he thought the Black family would ask him to sign a harsh magic contract or conduct a complicated test, but unexpectedly the other party simply took out what he wanted most.
"Of course...if you are healthy, you can start anytime."
Patrick gently flicked the outer wall of the glass test tube, and looked at the ball of blood in the test tube and burst out tiny burrs with the sound of Ding Dong, and nodded with satisfaction.
Very good, the activity is maintained well.
Although the family has used many methods to preserve this group of true blood, its inspiration actually has an extremely small amount of dissipation at every moment. It is best to be able to use it as soon as possible. The more complete the inspiration is, the stronger and more solid the blood contract attached when you first embrace it.
"Healthy? Of course! I'm very healthy now! I've never felt so good in my physical and mental state... So, what should I do..." The guest swallowed a little, stared at the ball of blood, and his tone became more and more humble.
"Oh, just stick out your arms."
Patrick took out another white knife from the box, noticed the confused eyes of the Tuki believers, and explained simply: "This is a knife made with the fangs of the elder-level blood clan... Use it to cut your wrist and then drop this drop of 'true blood' in it, and it's enough... Of course, the whole process also requires a simple ritual magic as an auxiliary."
Is this how Chuyeng does?
Guan Shanyun stroked the watch in his hand, feeling that the plots involving the vampire first embrace that he had seen in the main god space before have become primitive and simple.
He licked his slightly dry lips, his voice a little hoarse, but he was still in the mood to joke: "—I thought I needed someone to bite my neck when I first hug it."
Patrick likes his mentality very much. A qualified nobleman under the moon should still maintain a sufficient sense of humor when facing unknown and fear.
“——Oh, that hurts so much, and it’s not hygienic enough.”
The young master of the Black family curled his lips, revealing two small white fangs, and shook his head in a very small range: "No one did that a few hundred years ago. Apart from some bastards, how could the real nobles do such a barbaric behavior... The reason why such rumors are still popular is definitely the result of the random spread of those dirty wolf cubs in the alliance!"
His tone was a little annoyed.
Guan Shanyun raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that he should take back some of the thoughts he had just said - vampires are vampires after all. Even if their way of developing their descendants has improved a little, their relationship with werewolf is still so bad.
After a pause, Patrick added: "Of course, if you are bleeding or allergic to pain - this is not an unspeakable thing, I can understand it, and it hurts to be honest - then oral administration is OK, but oral administration will cause some loss of the inspiration contained in the true blood."
"Don't dizzy, don't be afraid of pain!"
Guan Shanyun quickly denied those two possibilities - just kidding, which of the reincarnators in the main god space has not experienced the baptism of corpses and blood? Death will not be abusive to their minor problems. If you just make a small cut in your arm, you can gain the power of a second-level strongman, and other reincarnators will fight to break their minds! How could you risk the loss of power just to reduce a little pain?
The strong men in this world really protect their descendants so well!
Seeing the luck of the mountains is so firm.
Patrick shrugged, pulled out the cork that sealed the test tube mouth, and then poked the slender fanged knife in, dipping the tip of the knife a little blood red first.
"arm."
He ordered concisely.
Guan Shanyun immediately rolled up his right arm sleeve, revealing a healthy and powerful wheat-colored arm, placed it in front of the vampire master, with his fingertips like a knife, and he took the initiative to cut a big hole.
The gurgling blood immediately poured out.
This time, it was Patrick's turn to swallow a little saliva without hesitation. The blood of the Tukey believers full of power and exotic style gave him the urge to insert a straw.
However, in front of this future half-blood clan, he still maintained the demeanor of the Black family well.
"You don't actually need-"
He murmured, pointing the fanged knife dipped in real blood to the naked wound. In just a moment, the blood that was originally surging rapidly seemed to solidify in the air, and then shrank wildly.
To be more precise, they are being swallowed up by that drop of true blood.
Guan Shanyun didn't care about the magical scene in front of him, but gritted his teeth. The moment the fanged knife touched his wound, he felt that his soul had been poked a hole, and the severe pain was sweeping his whole body from the inside to the outside. The last time he had this feeling was when the wind and cloud world was crushed to most of his bones.
Patrick Black's serious voice rang in his ear:
"—Even if you gain first-time employment and become a member of the Black family, the family will not interfere with any decisions of the school and will not be able to confirm your qualification for transfer... Do you know this?"
"Understand." Guan Shanyun gritted his teeth and spit out two words.
"——Becoming a member of the Black family requires following the laws of the Black family and protecting the glory of the Black family. The Black family will not interfere with your belief in Goddess Kali, but Goddess Kali cannot harm the interests of the Black family. Can you do these?"
"Yes." Guan Shanyun took a deep breath.
Patrick nodded with satisfaction, outlining complex magic spells in the air with his left hand, and holding the test tube in his right hand, aiming the test tube mouth at the wound that had become a little red in Guanshanyun:
"—This blood represents the long and powerful inheritance of the Black family. In the name of Black and all the mystery, in the silver moonlight, give you a bright red power. Accept it and become it. You can continue to move forward with its power."
The small ball of real blood was originally hidden in the test tube and refused to come out, but amid the sound of Patrick's spell, it seemed to gradually gain an image, turning into a blood-colored bat the size of a fingernail, whistling at the blood-colored wound.
Dong!
Student Guan, who claimed to be a tough guy, rolled his eyes and fell straight on the floor, his whole body stiffened like the old rice dumplings buried underground for hundreds of years.
"—I told you that the first embrace hurts a lot."
Patrick let out a small sigh and carefully retracted the fanged knife into the box.
Chapter completed!