Alien world

Chapter 1776, Section 409: The Tavern Connoisseur

Annan continued looking over, and the elegant vampire was calmly putting on his dining scarf, talking to himself as he looked at a magic stone on the table: "The Beast Bone Bar may not have top-quality blood, but it has a wide variety. I give it one star."

"I ordered a total of five cups of blood: three cups of demon blood, one cup of gray-haired ratman blood, and one cup of devil blood. First, I want to taste this cup of devil blood..."

Annan suddenly turned to look at the Four-Armed Bee Demon, and for some reason, it felt a pang of guilt under the slightly disdainful gaze.

How is that possible? How could this succubus know her true identity?
The vampire picked up the first cup of demon blood, took a small sip, and savored it carefully. A few seconds later, he picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth and said, "The blood tastes astringent. Its owner wasn't in a good mood when the blood was taken, but that doesn't affect the main body. Hmm... the devil's heat and the order's coldness collide on the tip of my tongue. It's very fresh, which surprises me. I'm starting to look forward to the next cup of blood."

The vampire thought this was the beginning, but it turned out to be the end.

The next four cups of blood did not satisfy him.

"Khorne's blood is too thick. I need pure blood. Why is there so much scraps of flesh?"

"The blood of the horned demon is too bitter. I've already said that only blood taken from the neck and heart is the best, followed by the wrist. Where did this blood come from? It even has a stale smell."

"Pah! The gray-haired rat blood is diluted with water! It's unacceptable! You're wasting good ingredients!"

"This one is especially outrageous; there's actually a piece of poop floating on it. Hey, there's a piece of poop here."

The four-armed bee demon had no choice but to toss it a tablecloth: "Just take it out."

"You actually made me take it out...?" The vampire's raised glass trembled, his elegance vanishing swiftly, replaced by a ferocious grin with bared fangs.

"Demon, you are blaspheming vampires..."

The four-armed bee demon silently put down the cup in its hand, preparing to deal with the "unwelcome guest," when it suddenly noticed the succubus winking at it.

Although it didn't know what was going on with this overly friendly succubus, it still understood and asked, "You have a way?"

"It's nothing serious, leave it to me."

Annan stood up and walked towards the vampire. He saw that it was an extremely beautiful and handsome succubus. Like an elf, the vampire was attracted to appearances. He put away his ferocity, but his tone was still indifferent: "Succubus, are you a henchman here?"

"Thug? No, I'm a guest too. I just saw you seemingly appreciating the blood and got itchy to try it myself."

"You like to drink blood too?"

Succubi have an eye for beauty? Vampires don't believe it. What could a mad savage from the abyss possibly know about beauty?
"It just so happens that I once spoke with a vampire of high status, and she taught me that there are eight types of blood."

"I only know four kinds." The vampire shook his head; he had never heard of eight ways to drink it.

"Do you know the tongue-rolling technique?" Annan asked the skeptical vampire with a smile. After the vampire continued to shake his head, Annan had the four-armed bee demon bring over a glass of juice and a glass of blood.

"juice?"

"I am a minor and cannot drink alcohol."

How can a 20-year-old succubus not be considered a minor?
The centipede demon brought over two drinks. Annan tilted his head back slightly and opened his mouth so that the vampire could see his tongue.

“A vampire’s tongue has tens of thousands of taste buds, most of which are located on the tip. But when you drink a glass of blood in one gulp, only about two-tenths of the taste buds actually come into contact with the blood.” Annan continued, closing his mouth, “Don’t you think that drinking blood while lying on your prey tastes the best?”

The vampire nodded instinctively. However, he stopped doing that after he could remember, because it was too rude, like a wild beast, and would be laughed at by other vampires.

"Because when we drink blood, we fill our mouths with blood and let it flow over the tip of our tongues. In addition, the struggle of the prey in our mouths increases our excitement and perception, so we vampires find blood more delicious when we drink it."

"What I'm talking about is the tongue-rolling method, which simulates the feeling of blood flowing over the tip of the tongue and filling the mouth when sucking blood by curling the tongue up."

Annan curled his tongue and showed it to the vampire, then turned it around to show the four-armed bee demon who was watching curiously, the succubus who was bored with no customers, and the other demon guests, before picking up his glass and taking an elegant sip.

He closed his eyes in ecstasy: "You'll feel it, like something alive is struggling at your lips, like vibrant blood leaping in your mouth..."

This was something Princess Crimson taught her to show off; after all, their long lifespans of several thousand years made them very fond of studying these things. Much of the etiquette of the nobility was learned from the vampires—after all, humanity's golden age was only about a thousand years; to put it nicely, they were learning from each other's strengths and making up for their weaknesses; to put it bluntly, they were copying everything.

The vampire hesitated, picked up his glass, tried rolling his tongue, and then took a sip.

The ordinary blood suddenly erupted with intense stimulation. The vampire's vision blurred as he recalled the first time he lay on his prey as a child, sucking its blood, and the feeling of killing his enemy as an adult and devouring him like a wild beast.

After a long while, he came to his senses, and his vision cleared again, revealing the succubus's warm face: "How was it?"

The vampire asked in a trembling voice, "Who is that vampire master who taught you?"

A demon at the next table glanced at Annan, then looked down at the parasite clinging to its tongue.

“I promised her that I wouldn’t reveal her identity to anyone.”

The vampire couldn't resist taking another big gulp, forgetting all about wiping the blood from his lips with elegance, and excitedly asked, "Is there any more?!"

"Teaching you another one is no problem, there's also one called the foreplay method."

The succubus's eyes lit up as she eavesdropped. She knew this woman well; all the customers wanted her to have more and longer foreplay—

"As the name suggests, it simulates the feeling of hunting through various foreplay activities, and enhances the taste through hunger and anticipation."

The vampire had completely abandoned his initial arrogant demeanor and was listening attentively, even shifting the direction of the Philosopher's Stone to ensure he could capture the succubus's movements.

Annan picked up his glass and swirled it gently: "Let's swirl it first, feel the richness and beauty of the blood with our eyes, then bring it to our noses and smell it. Imagine you're starving right now, get your brain into the zone, and then take a small sip. It's best to use the 'tongue curling method' I taught you."

The vampire did as instructed, and then once again became enraptured.

A faint yet intense sensory stimulation, as if running along a coastline at sunset.

After a long while, the vampire came to his senses and continued to stare intently at Annan.

Annan, however, piqued their interest: "Let's talk about it another day, perhaps somewhere private where we can have a proper chat?"

The vampire didn't hesitate much; as a blood connoisseur, nothing was more appealing than an "unknown method of blood tasting."

“I can sense that you are different from those filthy succubi. You are more…pure. I am Viscount Squala.”

(End of this chapter)