CHAPTER 42: 42 GIVE ME YOUR BLOOD!

Upon realizing his current predicament, Herbert’s expression changed immediately.

Not good.

A pervert!

"How did he get in here!?"

Hmm!!?

Herbert felt a chill down his spine, instinctively clenching—tightening his sphincter.

No, no, no, don’t panic in the face of trouble!

Calm down.

This is my turf, I’m the Prison Warden, I control the Sealing Array... Ah!

The control of the Sealing Array has been snatched!

"Hiss..."

This is bad.

Honestly, if the other person was just a murderous maniac, Herbert wouldn’t be this panicked.

Everyone dies eventually, some deaths are heavier than others.

At worst, I’ll just die!

It’s not like I’ve never been crushed by Tai Mountain before.

But defilement is different.

Now this, Herbert is really scared of...

The other person is the type who wouldn’t even spare a fish!

Could he spare a handsome white-haired boy like me!?

Clearly not!

Besides, does he even realize what place this is?

Monastery!

Priests and young boys, that’s just the classic setting with bonus effects.

And, the worst part is, even if Herbert were to commit suicide now, someone might just take advantage right after...

Having seen so many bizarre files in his past life, he no longer harbors any unrealistic fantasies about other people’s perversions.

Let alone a dead person, there are places that wouldn’t even spare baboons and lizards.

Buffs fully stacked, my friend.

"No, what’s he doing here in the middle of the night!? Surely he can’t just be after my body, right?"

Herbert, despite the panic, hadn’t lost his mind and quickly sensed something off about this situation.

The Alien Race Prison is a very dangerous place, anyone besides the Prison Warden and the Archbishop who enters is considered a prisoner.

There’s no reason for someone to actively take such risks.

Moreover, even if he really wanted to make a move on me, would he be this eager?

What’s the hidden story behind this?

Herbert pondered for a moment, but soon cast these thoughts aside.

Reasons don’t matter.

No matter what the other person is thinking or what their purpose is, I can’t hesitate anymore.

Run, run, run!

Herbert took off in a hurry, sprinting wildly in the darkness.

In any case, he needed to find a place to hide.

Locker, wooden box, thicket, digging a hole... Damn, why isn’t there anywhere to hide here?

As Herbert frantically searched for a hiding spot, Nenasha, watching the chaos, teased: ["He’s heading straight for you~ Watch out~"]

?

No, whose side are you even on!?

"Nenasha!"

Herbert gritted his teeth and roared in his mind: "Are you really enjoying my danger this much?"

["Am I? Oh well, I don’t really care either way~ Even if he defiles you, it won’t change my perception of you."]

["Besides, you’re a man after all, you won’t lose out~"]

Easy for you to say!

Herbert couldn’t be bothered to argue with her and directly commanded: "Stop just watching, give me some help! How long until he catches up?"

["Haha, since you put it that way, I guess I’ll reluctantly help you~"]

Nenasha chuckled playfully and complied: ["Let me see, about ten minutes?"]

Ten minutes.

Herbert calculated the distances to various locations and immediately made up his mind.

Got it!

He turned to the left and dashed towards the Black Iron Coffin.

The distance between him and the pursuer was closing rapidly, so Herbert didn’t bother hiding, shouting directly: "Eliza!"

"Save me!"

It’s time for you to help!

Three minutes.

Herbert reached the Black Iron Coffin holding the vampire, and without hesitation, punched it.

Thud!

The startled and weakly slumbering Eliza jolted awake, her eyes snapping open.

"Hmm???

What’s going on!?

Is someone prison-breaking?

Or is there an attack?

Confused and at a loss, Eliza didn’t speak up, while outside the coffin Herbert became anxious, unleashing a flurry of punches on the coffin.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!

"Wake up! Wake up! The sun’s already shining on your back, how can you even sleep at this age!"

Come out quickly!

The Black Iron Coffin was already loud when knocked, not to mention the sensation inside; Eliza’s mind buzzed uncontrollably.

"Arghhh! Shut up!"

Eliza shouted, banging back against the coffin’s interior wall, her tone fiercely irritable: "What do you want again!"

Last time, not only didn’t I gain anything, but I was heavily contaminated, nearly seriously injured.

From the coffin’s cracks, a pair of blood-red eyes blazing like scarlet flames glared fiercely at the boy outside.

Honestly, merely looking at the scene made it pretty spooky.

But in reality, creepier than the scene were the young human’s words.

He said:

"Cut the crap, give me your blood!"

Eliza: "I don’t care what you’re trying to do... hmm?"

?

Wait, what did he just say?

A big question mark appeared in the scarlet eyes.

Blood?

You?

I give you blood!?

"You, uh, huh!? You, you want my blood?"

"Yes! Hand over your blood!"

No, wait, he’s saying my lines!

Perhaps the shock broke through her threshold, the confused vampire suddenly turned calm, narrowed her eyes, and sized Herbert up.

"...What do you want?"

Eliza didn’t know Herbert’s intention but instinctively felt something was wrong.

Vampires asking humans for blood is normal, fulfilling food and physiological needs.

But humans forcibly demanding blood from vampires is quite odd!

What is this guy up to?

Does he... want to become a vampire?

Suspiciously, Eliza eyed Herbert, unable to fathom his reason for wanting to become a vampire.

A Holy Professional wanting to fall into vampirism?

That’s somewhat off, isn’t it?

But, who cares.

What’s that got to do with me?

This is a rare opportunity!

"Paladin, whatever you’re planning, I can give you my blood, but you must exchange it with yours."

Eliza fixed her gaze on Herbert, speaking gravely: "I’ll give you one drop of blood, and you’ll give me a hundred."

Herbert nodded: "Three drops at most."

?

Eliza immediately felt affronted, angrily saying: "Three drops!!? Are you crazy? That’s my essence blood! At least fifty drops!"

She could understand bargaining, but cutting down to the heel was too much!

"Five drops, no more."

Herbert, though anxious, displayed remarkable firmness, showing no signs of compromise.

He even threatened:

"Think it over, this is our first transaction. If you don’t agree, don’t think about future ones!"

Miss Vampire, you wouldn’t want to... run out of blood to drink, right?