by BobaTeaTranslations
The two brothers lived for over a hundred years, and few people except Winston could recognize between them. Alicia now easily recognized the two of them. Oswald was momentarily stunned, and even Osmund couldn’t help looking up at her.
The vampire’s heart is not so easily moved, but for the fickle ones, this momentary shake is enough for them to allow her to make certain assertions.
Wen Ying is allowed to eat at the table.
Although vampires only need to drink blood, there are still a large number of exquisite dinner plates on the table that they do not need, just like a beautiful background wall. The flickering flame on the silver candlestick shines on it, flashing a flowing sheen, as if it were food made of wax, which is particularly frightening under such an atmosphere. Especially if they are still drinking blood from unknown people.
For the first time, Wen Ying was hungry, she had no desire to eat.
However, Alicia does not appear to be experiencing any particular discomfort, possibly because she has been in contact with the two brothers for many days and has taken it as normal.
If she has become a guest like presence here, with servants dedicated to serving her, Wen Ying is more like a neglected air. No one served her, sitting at the end, and even the food in front of her was half what Alicia had given up and put in front of her.
This undoubtedly reflects the great disparity in the treatment of the two people.
During this time, Alicia also quarreled with Oswald and knocked over a nutritional supplement because Oswald said it was to keep her well and to suck blood from. She immediately conveyed her rebellious spirit.
The mention of blood naturally refers to another person.
“Is her blood still bad to drink?” Osmund asked his brother.
Oswald shrugged.
“If it’s still bad while trying again, there’s no value in being there.”
The ultimatum came out of his mouth coldly, as simple as spitting out a fishbone that choked his throat.
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“Why not ——” Oswald looked at Wen Ying and said, “you set a time limit?”
Let the food decide their own death date. This cruel act seems very common to them. They didn’t even move their eyebrows, but instead looked at each other, with a bit of banter on their lips.
That’s probably why they finally let her sit at the table.
Alicia tried to stop, but Osmund lightly licked the rim of the glass and smiled, “Or do you want to replace her with yourself?”
The uncertainty between the two clearly made Alicia hesitate for a moment, but before she could speak, Wen Ying, who was at the bottom, made a sound.
“…… seven days.”
“It seems that our little dessert is eager for us to taste.” Oswald gently wiped the blood from his mouth with a napkin and spoke in surprise, “In fact, if you said a hundred years, that is fine too.”
“Really……”
“Of course——”
“No.”
Osmund and he sang in unison, and they had a good meal with a smile. Being well fed and drunk made them look good to talk to. However, soon, one of them —— after they stood up, Wen Ying couldn’t tell which one was —— pointed to the nutritious soup and said, “Bring this to her, drink more.”
This “she” refers to Wen Ying.
Alicia was puzzled, “But I’ve already knocked it over!”
“There’s a lot left, isn’t there?” He glanced at Winston. “It’s shameful to waste food.”
by BobaTeaTranslations
The two brothers lived for over a hundred years, and few people except Winston could recognize between them. Alicia now easily recognized the two of them. Oswald was momentarily stunned, and even Osmund couldn’t help looking up at her.
The vampire’s heart is not so easily moved, but for the fickle ones, this momentary shake is enough for them to allow her to make certain assertions.
Wen Ying is allowed to eat at the table.
Although vampires only need to drink blood, there are still a large number of exquisite dinner plates on the table that they do not need, just like a beautiful background wall. The flickering flame on the silver candlestick shines on it, flashing a flowing sheen, as if it were food made of wax, which is particularly frightening under such an atmosphere. Especially if they are still drinking blood from unknown people.
For the first time, Wen Ying was hungry, she had no desire to eat.
However, Alicia does not appear to be experiencing any particular discomfort, possibly because she has been in contact with the two brothers for many days and has taken it as normal.
If she has become a guest like presence here, with servants dedicated to serving her, Wen Ying is more like a neglected air. No one served her, sitting at the end, and even the food in front of her was half what Alicia had given up and put in front of her.
This undoubtedly reflects the great disparity in the treatment of the two people.
During this time, Alicia also quarreled with Oswald and knocked over a nutritional supplement because Oswald said it was to keep her well and to suck blood from. She immediately conveyed her rebellious spirit.
The mention of blood naturally refers to another person.
“Is her blood still bad to drink?” Osmund asked his brother.
Oswald shrugged.
“If it’s still bad while trying again, there’s no value in being there.”
The ultimatum came out of his mouth coldly, as simple as spitting out a fishbone that choked his throat.
Original translation is from bobateatranslation dot com. If you’re reading this elsewhere, this chapter has been stolen. Please stop supporting theft.
“Why not ——” Oswald looked at Wen Ying and said, “you set a time limit?”
Let the food decide their own death date. This cruel act seems very common to them. They didn’t even move their eyebrows, but instead looked at each other, with a bit of banter on their lips.
That’s probably why they finally let her sit at the table.
Alicia tried to stop, but Osmund lightly licked the rim of the glass and smiled, “Or do you want to replace her with yourself?”
The uncertainty between the two clearly made Alicia hesitate for a moment, but before she could speak, Wen Ying, who was at the bottom, made a sound.
“…… seven days.”
“It seems that our little dessert is eager for us to taste.” Oswald gently wiped the blood from his mouth with a napkin and spoke in surprise, “In fact, if you said a hundred years, that is fine too.”
“Really……”
“Of course——”
“No.”
Osmund and he sang in unison, and they had a good meal with a smile. Being well fed and drunk made them look good to talk to. However, soon, one of them —— after they stood up, Wen Ying couldn’t tell which one was —— pointed to the nutritious soup and said, “Bring this to her, drink more.”
This “she” refers to Wen Ying.
Alicia was puzzled, “But I’ve already knocked it over!”
“There’s a lot left, isn’t there?” He glanced at Winston. “It’s shameful to waste food.”
