CHAPTER 65: 65 BUT WHAT IS THE COST? (3/3, ADDITIONAL UPDATE)

Herbert ultimately ended up acting like a human.

Though he felt somewhat regretful, he didn’t push the coffin lid back to clamp down on Eliza’s tongue.

Instead, he extended his finger forward slightly, just enough for the blood to drip onto Eliza’s tongue.

Seeing how hard she had tried, he decided to accommodate her.

After all, Eliza’s essence blood indeed provided him with some abilities, so there’s no need to default on this agreement.

Drip.

When the first drop of essence blood landed on her tongue, Eliza’s body shook entirely.

This taste...

This taste!!?

Eliza could no longer care about anything else. She almost stuck herself to the gap, stretching her tongue desperately, trying to wrap around Herbert’s finger.

But the distance was too far, she couldn’t reach it no matter how hard she tried.

After several failures, her excitement turned into complete indifference to her image, as she started pleading:

"Give...me! Give it to me!!!"

"I’m begging you!"

"Give me it!"

"Give me the blood! I’ll do anything afterward—"

Herbert was startled by her crazed demeanor, his eyebrows twitched, and he barely resisted stepping back.

His blood seemed to have just become a catalyst, driving Eliza into this near-mad state.

"This is...an opportunity!"

Herbert sharply sensed the scent of opportunity.

He knew if he could give the blood to Eliza at this moment, her fondness for him would increase greatly.

This was good.

Moreover, the remaining nine drops of blood were something he was supposed to give Eliza as agreed... This was even better.

It amounted to a free favor.

But he didn’t do it immediately.

Aiding someone in need is always better than giving further wealth!

Instead, he waved his finger in front of his eyes, ensuring her gaze grew dim and she was about to collapse before giving it to her.

"Alright, but don’t drink too much."

If he’s to help, then help thoroughly.

Herbert directly shoved his finger into Eliza’s mouth—the inside wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t ice cold either, merely slightly chilly.

Pretty comfortable.

Herbert felt comfortable, while Eliza sank into utter madness.

Her crimson eyes widened, she sucked hard on Herbert’s finger, seeming intent on draining all the blood from his body.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Alongside the intense stimulation flooding her body, her heart trembled violently—pumping fiercely.

"Ah ah ah, ah ah ah!!!"

Accompanied by a scream that was seventy percent excited, twenty percent thrilled, and one percent lewd with ninety percent madness.

Boom!

The entire black iron coffin shook violently, a wave of blood-colored air erupted from the gap, pushing Herbert backward two steps.

"Whoa, what a big commotion!"

Herbert blinked his eyes, unexpectedly observing the coffin shaking continuously.

The sound grew louder and more astonishing, gradually spreading from the center to the entire area.

Boom boom boom!

Amidst the soul-stirring vibrations, a pale white hand suddenly shot out from the gap, grabbing the heavy black iron coffin lid.

Accompanied by a piercing scraping sound, the huge coffin lid was easily pushed open.

Squeak—

Next, a streak of silver, glaringly bright in the darkness, slowly emerged from the widening gap.

It’s coming out!

The head is coming out!

As the delicately crafted head emerged from the coffin, Herbert nodded in appreciation.

Silver hair and red eyes... indeed it’s her.

The somewhat pale skin blushed faintly, her mouth curled up, and her face showed delight and intoxication.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

This beautiful demonic appearance, with a hint of madness, exactly matched the memory of that Patricide!

Herbert admired for a moment, suddenly blinking his eyes.

Why is she...

Only showing one head?

Isn’t her body coming out too?

He hesitantly asked, "Aren’t you...coming out?"

And to Herbert’s question, Eliza suddenly fell silent, tilting her neck without words.

Clang clang...

Accompanied by the sound of chains from within the coffin, Herbert’s eyes widened, seeing the black iron chain wrapped around her neck.

"I also want to come out, but..."

Eliza’s face twitched, she stretched her neck upwards helplessly and said, "This is already my current limit."

She originally thought that after recovering part of her strength, she could succeed in escaping from this damned coffin.

But unexpectedly, the broken chain couldn’t be pulled apart!!?

So, although the current situation is much better than before, she can only stick out one head from the coffin.

Herbert looked at the scene before him, slightly speechless.

Coffin, woman, head, vampire, darkness...

These keywords put together, no matter how you look at it, felt like stepping onto a horror film set.

A bit too restricted.

"Then you... uh?"

Hey, wait.

Herbert suddenly thought of a very interesting question.

He hesitated for a moment but couldn’t resist his curiosity, cautiously asked, "Are you squatting in the coffin now?"

The coffin’s height was just over a meter, and now she only showed her head, so... what exactly is Eliza’s posture inside?

This question was as philosophical as asking if the three groundhogs were actually three muscular burly men hugging underneath.

As the party involved, Eliza first remained silent for a long time, then sighed powerlessly it and nodded.

"...Yes."

She wanted to ask...what else?

What other posture could I have now besides this?

The two awkwardly stared at each other for a moment, until Herbert broke the silence first.

He nodded and then extended his hand toward the vampire prince with a single head.

"Alright, since you’ve recovered now, please pay the reward."

Huh?

"What reward?"

Eliza blinked, turning her head puzzledly.

"Of course, your essence blood, otherwise... do you intend to renege?"

Herbert purposely shook the slightly deflated finger that had been sucked in front of her, slowly saying, "The blood you just sucked far exceeded ten drops."

Eliza certainly recalled her actions just now, somewhat awkwardly pursing her lips and stubbornly muttering, "Fine, I’ll give you another drop, so stingy..."

"One drop? Ten drops!"

Herbert gave a faint smile, speaking meaningfully, "Who told you this time it would be at a one-to-ten ratio?"

???

Eliza furiously exclaimed, "What!? You’re cheating!"

Despicable!

Are you still a Paladin!?

Herbert smirked proudly, serenely saying, "I don’t care! It’s not my blood being sucked, stop being verbose, hand the payment over!"

Do you understand the significance of "never eat before paying at scenic spots!"?

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Meanwhile, as Herbert extorted the vampire prince.

In the tree house, Svanni furrowed her brow tightly, impatiently tapping the table.

"He... how much time will he waste?"

"Why isn’t he coming over yet?"