Chapter 1758 - 491: Before the Nobles of the Holy City Arrived, the Blood Race from Demon City Came First_4

Nanfu was the same, watching as the dishes he didn't like were brought out one by one, his face changed repeatedly, until he finally pinched his nose and ate.

How can anyone eat snails?

Humans... are just too barbaric!

After filling their bellies, Vivian took out a gold coin to pay the bill.

Although the Imperial Gold Coin was fake, the gold was real.

Hell didn't have much of anything else, but it certainly wasn't lacking in gold, which was what the demons liked to use to bribe human lords.

In light of the gold coin, the chef and manager showed them warmth and courtesy, politely ushering them out the door.

These days, people who use gold coins to buy things can only be naive nobles, whom they must not offend.

Standing back in Queen Street, Vivian looked unsatisfied yet more displeased.

"The steak was overcooked, the scent of blood completely masked by spices; it's not as good as the dining hall of Demon High School."

"As for that wine, it also has a constant... Little Demon's stench."

A vampire's sense of smell is far more sensitive than a human's.

Others might not notice, but she could clearly distinguish a subtle scent mixed with the overly sweet grapes during the fermentation.

This scent made her think of a group of Little Demons, having just picked mushrooms, jumping up and down on the wine barrel back at their nest.

It was precisely because of this, she couldn't understand the intoxicated expressions on the faces of the gentlemen at the neighboring table.

"Human food is really uninteresting." Vivian concluded with a sigh, "Even without Minotaur blood, the cooking techniques are still so primitive... The world on the earth surface is indeed too barren."

She genuinely felt sorry for her brother, how he managed to endure living here.

After spending the whole day exploring the perilous human world, Nanfu's tension finally reached its peak at dusk.

Seeing his sister wanting to head toward the more crowded area, he couldn't resist and bravely spoke softly.

"Sis, let's go back. It's too dangerous here. And..."

He swallowed hard, his voice lowering, nervously saying, "And if big brother knows we sneaked over here, he will... fly into a rage..."

He knew what his sister feared, it was something he feared too, and he really didn't want to bring his brother's name out unless absolutely necessary.

Upon hearing the phrase "fly into a rage," Vivian's shoulders did indeed shake a little as if invoking fear from the depths of her soul.

But this fear didn't last long, soon transforming into a sickly blush that surfaced on her pale cheeks.

Vivian's cheeks blushed slightly in an abnormal way, her deep crimson eyes flashing with a peculiar glow.

She suddenly turned around, retracting her parasol, and with the tip of the handle "thunked" lightly but not too lightly on Nanfu's head.

"Nanfu."

As Nanfu painfully covered his head, Vivian elegantly turned around, and "swish," she opened her parasol again, shielding against the harmless sunlight, laughing softly.

"With that attitude, you'll never become someone who can stand on their own!"

Nanfu looked confused, covering his head, forgetting the pain.

"Ah...? "

Vivian proudly raised her chest, deliberately lowering her tone, mimicking her brother's deep voice.

"A real person faces difficulties head on! Being so cowardly won't lead to anything!"

"But, but—"

"Silence! You want to stop me from becoming an adult?"

"I-I would not dare, but—"

"No buts! If you don't want to follow, then go back on your own."

Nanfu felt both frustrated and amused at this unexpected lecture, but seeing his sister's stubbornness, he had no choice but to follow along.

He still couldn't understand what this had to do with becoming an adult. Did angering the terrifying Luoyan make one an adult?

But seeing his sister's intimidating attitude, he didn't dare ask further, and could only keep his grievances and confusion to himself.

He silently prayed, wishing that his brother wouldn't catch them, since just Vivian was enough to beat him half to death.

A Demon King who could beat Vivian half to death...

He thought it best to wish for a quick end.

...

As the evening approached, the gentle bell sound wafted over Thunder City. However, it was not a prayer bell, but a curfew signal.

Pedestrians on the street hurriedly moved, shops began boarding up, some pubs were still open, but couldn't brazenly light up.

Patrol soldiers walked the streets, urging those lingering to head home if they didn't want trouble.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Nanfu's expression grew more anxious, Vivian was seeing a vampire afraid of the night for the first time, this guy might as well convert to Saint Sis.

Perhaps he could become a devout model.

"Sis, it's curfew! We'll be arrested!"

"Tsk, human rules are so troublesome." Watching Nanfu's desperate plea, Vivian impatiently pursed her lips, but complied for safety's sake.

The Blood Race didn't need sleep but when soldiers were all over the streets, it was indeed not suitable to roam, especially if encountering a priest would be troublesome.

She glanced around, retracting the parasol leaning on her shoulder.

"Let's find a place to stay."

Nanfu breathed a sigh of relief, following the little ancestor.