"Then my blood is so fragrant, there is nothing I can do."

Droste ate the banana in his mouth, leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, and spoke.

Teacher Fremea argued with him for a while, and finally leaned back on her bed, hugged her quilt, and asked, "What about this time? Why did you come this time?"

"It's impossible that you are here to give me blood. I just happen to be a little hungry."

After Teacher Fremea finished speaking, she smiled faintly, revealing her four sharp fangs.

When activated by vampire blood, these four sharp fangs will turn into pointed fangs, biting directly into Droste's neck and sucking blood.

"I don't have the habit of delivering things to the vampire teacher. I just want to ask how to increase my magic level. Now I feel that my magic has reached its upper limit and can no longer be increased."

Droste spread his hands and looked at the delicate face of teacher Fremea. The other party was also staring at him with an expression of faint contempt on her face.

Ever since he entered this room, he clearly felt that he and Teacher Fremea had an ambiguous connection, perhaps it was a blood connection.

After all, Droste has become Teacher Fremea's First Embrace and is already half of her family, so although it is a little abrupt, Droste has already adapted to Teacher Fremea's transformation.

Looks aloof and quiet, but actually a bit tsundere? An older tsundere who says one thing and does another!
"This is not the right attitude to ask for help, Droste." Fremea tilted her head slightly and raised her delicate chin.

"If you can help me solve it, then I will feed you some more blood. It just so happens that this place is also a well-known hematology department in Monk City. I can collect blood directly and then feed it to you directly." Droste thought for a moment and activated the trading card.

"So you have no reason to refuse?"

"!"

Teacher Fremea's eyes lit up when she heard this. Droste's blood was so useful to her. Although she had not yet digested the last blood, the blood would be stored in her body and slowly digested, so she could live longer.

It is simply her life-saving medicine.

"Sure, no problem. Tell me, what do you want to know? I'm sure I can tell you everything I know."

After hearing Teacher Fremea's assurance, Droste felt relieved.

After thinking about it for a while, the answer in my mind is nothing more than how to use the First Embrace and how to increase the upper limit of magic power.

Although Droste has obtained the First Embrace of a Vampire, and it is the First Embrace of a Vampire of this level, but to be honest, Droste does not understand vampire magic, and does not know where the vampire's abilities are manifested.

He actually didn't have the answers to these questions. He left in a hurry that day and didn't ask Teacher Irinale, let alone Teacher Fremea, who had fainted and was doing some strange things with her hands.

Droste was about to speak.
"Click."

The door of the room suddenly opened and Patrick rushed in.

He held a small plate in his hand with a delicate, peeled apple on it.

He is well-mannered and neatly dressed.

"Teacher Fremea, here are the apples I washed for you. Please enjoy them."

Teacher Fremeia, who was originally preparing for a blood-sucking feast, couldn't help but hold her forehead, but Patrick was his student, so he didn't say much.

"Okay, thank you Patrick, Patrick is thoughtful and came to see the teacher." Teacher Fremea took the apple and said with a smile. However, Fremea did not eat it, but put it on the bedside table. The cold expression was completely different from the one when facing Droste, and then she sent Patrick away.

"Teacher, Droste and I came to see you together. Why doesn't Droste leave?"

"Is it because the apples I peeled are not tasty? Teacher." Patrick looked sad and confused.

Teacher Fremea just waved her hand and said to him with a smile, "No, thank you very much for the apple, Patrick.

It's just that classmate Droste has some other things to do and needs me to contact him, so I'm not available for the time being."

"I will be taking a break soon, and will be back to school in a few days. Don't worry, Patrick. I appreciate your kindness."

"Thank you very much, Patrick."

Explaining the reason + compliments and praises made Patrick stop crying and leave with a smile. As he left, he muttered, "Teacher Fremea thanked me very much and said she had remembered me. It was really great."

Droste couldn't help but feel sad for his best friend's hot temper.

You are the king in poker, and you are the craziest in Gotham City.

"Click."

As the door of the ward gradually closed, Teacher Fremea stared at Droste's body with a sharp gaze, or to be more precise, at his neck.

Now is the time to be alone in the true sense, and that feeling of body heat seems to be coming again.

Teacher Fremea couldn't help but lick her teeth, looking at Droste's neck, and then moved to his face, that handsome and calm face.

He said nonchalantly, "Ask, just ask whatever you want to know."

Droste then asked all the questions that he had been thinking about.

Regarding the First Embrace, Teacher Fremea said that she would give Droste some information when she returned home, so that he could learn some vampire-specific spells, such as turning into a huge bat.

For example, you can feel the blood flow of other people, and even go a step further to control the blood.

Needless to say, the strength at night is improved and the vision is comparable to that of a 24k titanium alloy dog ​​eye.

In this way, Droste can not only use the power of the wind fairy, but also use the power of the vampire to make himself faster.

That’s great, I don’t have to worry about the helicopter crashing anymore.

"Then how should we improve our bloodline?" Droste sat beside teacher Fremea's bed, looking at his teacher's expression with some amusement.

It seems like I just said that after agreeing to let Teacher Fremea suck some more blood from the Holy Body, Teacher Fremea seemed to be unable to control her expression, and it seemed that there was an emotion that was difficult to suppress brewing in her heart.

Not to mention looking at myself coldly and returning to my icy temperament.

Is this still the same aloof teacher Fremea? It seems that in order to survive, she no longer resists even when her students have something on her.

It's very dangerous, you'll become a fluffy ball teacher who can only stick out his tongue and roll his eyes! (End of this chapter)