Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 1222: The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (100)

Proofreader/editor: Mew

“She’s still not eating?”

Arthur gloomily eyed the crystal bottle in his hand.

Contained inside the bottle was a blue liquid.

It was called the Water of Life.

For humans, it was a treasure difficult to seek even with tens of thousands of gold. He had gotten it from Moore.

Elizabeth answered respectfully and cautiously, “Miss has no appetite. She is always in a daze or sleeping.”

She had remained in this state for two whole days.

He had been so angry at the time that he couldn’t help sucking her blood. But because he was too impulsive, he drank too much.

This caused her body to weaken to the point of collapse, and he had no choice but to go against the doctor’s orders and feed her his blood.

A short life is just a short life.

In any case, that was normal for humans.

And soon, she would no longer be human.

Once she became the Blood Kin she hated most, even the human world would be unable to tolerate her.

She would have nowhere to go.

He had originally wanted to strengthen her body, to fatten her up a bit before granting her the First Embrace.

He stared at the Water of Life in his hand, gaze cold and overcast. But he couldn’t wait any longer.

Wait until she dies? She would never voluntarily become a Blood Kin, so what was he waiting for?

Either way, he had the Water of Life. Even if she went through her First Embrace, she would survive no matter how weak her body was.

“Prepare the First Embrace spell,” Arthur coldly ordered.

Elizabeth: “Will the First Embrace ceremony be held tonight?”

Arthur was silent for a moment before answering in a low voice, “Tomorrow at noon.”

Elizabeth: “Noon?”

When the sun was at its brightest?

Arthur responded with a malicious smile. “Yes. Turning into the race she hates most in bright daylight, unable to resist, she will definitely hate me.”

Elizabeth: “…”

The smile gracing Arthur’s lips suddenly vanished. He commanded expressionlessly, “Leave.”

Elizabeth bowed in salute and stepped back.

Just as the door was about to close, Arthur spoke again. “Let the kitchen prepare another meal…”

Elizabeth was about to respond when—

“And bring it to me.”

Was he going to personally deliver it to Bai Weiwei?

It was clear he still cared.

Still so resentful [1].

Elizabeth sighed to herself, fortunately she got over her crush in time.

His Highness, who acted this way, and Miss Bai Weiwei, who acted that way, were indeed well-matched.

She will politely decline, thank you.

The system chatted with Bai Weiwei. “Isn’t it just a little black room, there’s still enough time to capture him. With 80 favorability, what obstacles can’t be overcome?”

The host was listless. She didn’t eat and didn’t drink, trying to starve to death.

The system felt like a tired old mother, still having to worry about the host’s psychological troubles.

Bai Weiwei languished: “No, I really can’t eat. When I look at those bloody steaks, it’s like I’m looking at myself.”

That day, Arthur had bit her bloody without any hesitation.

It made her feel sick just looking at food.

She was so anemic, and these vampires gave her a bunch of half-cooked meat.

But her stomach protested, and her spirit rebelled.

She wanted something light.

But with her status as prisoner and her character settings, she definitely couldn’t request any meals.

Otherwise, wouldn’t her ‘admirably and pure, standing in the piercing wind, delicate and pitiful little white flower’ character setting collapse?

“I want to eat some millet congee, and dim sum. Some shrimp and mushroom steamed dumplings and crab roe soup dumplings would be even better.”

The system gulped, feeling very hungry.

“What did you say you wanted to eat?”

Bai Weiwei had lost too much blood, and she was so hungry that she thought it was the system asking.

She answered weakly, “Anyways, I can eat anything, as long as it’s not the bloody steaks in this damned castle.”

Bang!

A dinner plate slammed into the table.

[1] 苦大仇深: great bitterness, deep hatred

Mew: Well shit weiwei the chuuni heard you.

Piper: I just realized that we have 2 names for the same person! Greeven and Sang Xin. Cheese came up with Greeven because there's lots of western names in this arc and Sang Xin might be a pun to shang xin which means ‘to grieve', thus Greeven is an English equivalent of the pun. Up to you all though, whatever we get more comments, or likes on a comment I will do, and I'll go back and fix the other chapters.