"As the host, if you sincerely invite me in, you can come out yourself.”
"What's the big deal about sending a few blood slaves with black nails, rabies, and dog teeth?”
"I killed them because they scared me.”
"As the owner, it's already good enough that I didn't ask you for compensation for mental damage.”
Language was a form of charm.
Language was a form of learning.
Ye Feng went all out.
The Earl was so angry that his body trembled.
However, he still could not find a place to refute.
This was the most uncomfortable part.
Ding: Mission Count 2 completed. Obtained 10,000 experience points.]
Ding: You have leveled up. Constitution 5; Intelligence 2, Strength 5, Agility 4, Obtained 5 Free Attribute Points, Obtained 1 Knowledge Point.]
At this moment.
Kesha finished off the last two Blood Slaves.
He walked over.
He stood beside Ye Feng.
He thought about it.
He was slightly behind by half a body.
There was no other meaning.
Let the Wrath of Heaven be the leader this time.
After all.
In terms of communication.
She admitted that she was not Ye Feng's match.
The reason.
Talent: Absolute Calmness
A woman who was almost emotionless.
He could not be as vivid as Ye Feng.
However…
Playing Mahjong: Fight the Landlord was the best.
No one could figure it out.
Are you good or bad…
"Outsiders, you've gone too far."
The earl was on crutches.
He knocked on the floor.
Make a sound.
This was to express the anger in his heart.
Hey.
As expected of a noble.
"It doesn't matter if you pass or not, right?”
Ye Feng laughed.
He walked over.
Very friendly.
He patted the earl's shoulder.
-1
"Don't misunderstand. This is how my hometown treats good friends.”
If he drank alcohol.
He would treat his good friends more vigorously.
His saliva could even spray onto his face.
"Look, if you had explained it earlier, wouldn't there have been no misunderstanding?”
[Name: Nicholas IX]
[Race: Vampire]
Level: 29
[Endurance: 30,000/30,000]
[Energy: 2,000/2,000]
[Stamina: 800/5,000]
……
A level 29 boss!
Ye Feng squinted his eyes.
It was very powerful.
However…
Why was his stamina only 800?
What did this old ghost do previously?
"Humph!"
Nicholas snorted coldly.
He turned sideways.
He said,
"Madam wants to see you. Come in.”
Madam?
Ye Feng's little head started to spin rapidly.
Could it be…
800 Stamina Points because of intense labor?
Tsk.
This old ghost's life was quite interesting.
Envy.
He was very envious.
By the way.
He turned to look at Kesha.
* Cough *
It would definitely be colorful.
He wanted to find a third.
It was probably like a spy movie.
"May I know why the beautiful and elegant Madam is looking for me?”
Ye Feng said casually.
It looked like a question.
In fact, he was praising the Countess whom he had not met yet.
Women.
Even if he became a vampire.
She must also be very concerned about her looks.
If…
There was something like favorable impression points.
Ye Feng felt that his words just now.
It would definitely increase his favorability.
"Just go in." the Earl said.
Sometimes.
You said that Westerners are arrogant.
Arrogant and rude.
He was arrogant.
He is arrogant.
He had an expression that said,'I'm itching for a beating.'
That was absolutely right.
But sometimes.
He paid more attention to etiquette than Gu Dongfang.
Just like now.
polite
He was neither arrogant nor impatient.
Don't boast.
Even if Ye Feng had just killed ten of the Earl's Blood Guards.
As usual, the guest is first and the host is second.
It showed the temperament of an aristocrat.
Perhaps it was because of the two extremes, and the longer one lived, the more they cared about these things?
"Three grams of oil."
Ye Feng thanked him.
He walked into the palace.
After that.
A strange sense of discord appeared.
Previously.
Ye Feng thought that the palace was lit up by candles.
In the end.
They used tungsten light bulbs.
One of them was tall.
She was wearing a red strapless evening gown.
She was wearing high heels.
An elegant woman.
He slowly turned around.
She was holding a glass of red wine in her hand.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with it.
However, the style of this place…was that of an ancient eastern imperial palace!
It was too out of place.
"Hello, guests from afar.”
The Countess took a sip of red wine.
It was probably fresh blood.
He smiled elegantly.
She gave Ye Feng an ancient western princess bow.
" Greetings, distinguished Countess."
It was rare that Ye Feng did not pick his nose.
Knight saluted.
Next.
After performing all sorts of strange rituals.
He sat down.
It was worth mentioning.
There were no long tables and benches like in the west.
Instead, he knelt in front of the chopping board.
This was the standard sitting posture of the ancient East.
Tsk.
It was related to the east again.
However…
The earl sat down next to the countess.
Before Ye Feng transmigrated.
He had seen many fact-finding information packs.
According to the furnishings.
The Earl's seat.
She was not even considered a wife.
It was the position of a minister or a son.
Did the Earl and his wife not notice this?
Impossible!
They were nobles who had etiquette carved into their bones.
"Sir, are you confused?"
The Countess smiled.
He drank a mouthful of blood and said,"
"Count…he was just a puppet when I was still on the surface.”
Ye Feng thought about it: "
"It wasn't him who first embraced you, but you who first embraced him?”
"Yes."
"Oh, no problem then."
"However, I have a question. It seems that you know a lot about the etiquette of the ancient East.”
"I know a thing or two."
I know more than a little.
Ye Feng often fantasized about it in his previous life.
When would the Space Administration give him a spot?
Let him travel back to ancient times.
He was the king.
Therefore, he had a little understanding of all aspects of the past dynasties.
Who would have thought?
The Space Administration had given him a spot.
But she wore it in the wrong place.
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