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Chapter 3

Bloodhoney and zombies

After answering Dorothy's question, Cesar stared at the golden milk in the cup and fell into memory.

Until the age of seven, Cesar had a small physical problem. Whenever the sun sank and night fell, the blood in his body would slowly cool down, and his heartbeat would slow down and slow down, until midnight, he would die coldly, without heartbeat and no breathing, and when the sun rose again, he would come back to life as usual.

During the midnight period, Cesar was no different from a normal person except for the failure of his body, and he was even able to dream. Although he lost the pleasure of waking up at night, he got an unusually good amount of sleep, and until he was seven years old, Cesar never lost sleep!

The Earl was at first worried about his son's 'dead and alive' situation. When he first saw this, he thought he had starved his son to death, and then fell into a deep sense of guilt and self-blame, until hours later, the crying wolf of the baby ghost for milk saved him from hell.

As the days passed, the Count found a number of 'insiders', but they were all helpless against this strange situation. Slowly, the father who has become accustomed to it feels that this is a good thing, and for a single father, the night without the disturbance of the bear child is the most wonderful!

For Cesar, who never knew that he could wake up at night, he had adapted to the situation from the very beginning. It wasn't until fourteen days after his seventh birthday that a qiē changed......

That morning, as usual, he woke up as the sun rose, and then he felt as if something was more in his body. This feeling, like a nail stuck in the flesh, does not hurt, but the feeling is very obvious. He had just woken up, and he clearly felt a 'foreign object' in his chest, and then he instinctively raised his hand and summoned a small red bottle.

'Bang!' a burst of red mist exploded in his palm, then condensed into a mass and turned into a small red bottle.

It had only been a few days since the horns had grown on the top of his head, and a 'bottle' appeared on his chest! At that time, Xiao Zhengtai, who didn't know what his 'talent' was, and his mental strength was no more than the level of a 'seven-year-old bear child', how could he withstand such a fright? Just like Dorothy, who had grown wings on his own last week, he broke down in an instant, and then began to cry.

Pity that the Earl was not at home that day, and Shota cried alone for half an hour, but finally adjusted himself, and then smirked and immersed himself in the 'disappearance' and 'sudden appearance' of the vial. In just one hour, he was like a finger to the 'bottle in his chest', without the slightest stagnation.

Tired of playing with the bottle, the curious bear child couldn't help but be tempted, and gently unscrewed the lid again...... A small bottle of bright red, honey-thick, sweet liquid appeared in the eye. Cesar stuck out his tongue and licked it, finally tasting the taste of 'blood honey' for the first time.

Four days later, a mysterious murder case that caused a sensation in the city broke out in the neighboring block! A family of five, an elderly man, a husband and wife, and two sons died tragically at home, their bodies were dry and senile, and all the blood in their bodies was lost. Due to the proximity to the aristocratic district, the news of this incident was boiling at that time, and the city's guards were collectively dispatched to frantically arrest those blood clans who were not officially registered.

Only the earl knows the beginning and end of this case, and the murderer is naturally the son of the family who holds up the corpse every night. A few months later, a confused Cesar accepted the fact that he was a murderer. However, so far, he still has no consciousness of a 'murderer', and whenever he talks about it, he always has a complicated feeling in his heart, both guilty and regretful......

Doesn't the 'memory' say that I usually feel nauseous and retching after the first killing? Why do I just think that 'blood honey' is sweet and delicious? And then all that's left is 'I slept soundly that night'?

Since awakening his first talent, 'Blood Honey', Cesar, who drank a drop of honey every day, gained enough vitality and never 'died or lived' since.

Blood Honey: Extracts the entire life force of a living being, uses blood as a medium, converts it into a very small amount of honey, and stores it in a bottle in the chest.

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"Welcome to Radio Channel 1 in Akan City, which broadcasts the news below......"

Cesar's memories were interrupted by a voice on the radio, and he turned to look at his sister beside him, where the little bat was munching on the marshmallows in the basin without the slightest shame or anything.

"The dwarves of many steel mills and machine factories in our city went on strike and incited a large number of workers to demonstrate on the main streets, demanding higher salaries and reduced working hours. The mayor said...... "The radio is responsible for broadcasting today's news.

"Those dwarves are very idle, why don't you send guards to beat them, Daddy, and let them go out into the streets to demonstrate! I remember that the dwarves in our watch factory made a fuss once, and you gave them a wage increase, and these mud-eating people will take revenge! You still indulge them so much!" Dorothy, who was itchy, spat out the marshmallow in her mouth and said excitedly. Anything that affects her family's economic income, whether it is correct or not, will be killed!

"This is a society governed by the rule of law, and those dwarves marched through the streets without breaking the law, what can I do? Besides, the guards are not under my control. Also, the dwarves in this parade do not have our watch factory. The Count replied with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh...... It's pretty much the same, let them continue to make trouble, the more fierce the better. When the factories in the city are out of production, only our house is still operating normally!heyhehehe......" Little Lori returned to the table with a satisfied face and continued to gnaw.

"Thirteen provinces across the country have passed the Zombie Labor Act, and our city is among them. From now on, all companies interested in purchasing zombie labor should go to the designated department of the city government to go through the relevant procedures and apply for identification at the Church of Damnation. Special Tips: 1. Please look for the designated buyer when buying zombie labor, and the use of zombies that have not been audited by security will be regarded as an illegal act. 2. Before using zombie labor, a one-week operation knowledge training is required. 3. Zombie laborers are limited to Level 5 jobs. 4. The application of food and beverage companies shall be subject to separate approval. ”

"Phew! so ruthless! Don't even let the dead spare?!" Dorothy spat out the marshmallow in her mouth, and exclaimed in surprise, "This must have been done by the goblins! This must have been done by those dwarves! Only goblins whose ancestors dared to dig out of the ground for people to pay to visit could do such a crazy thing!"

"You're wrong this time. Nicole said with a smile, "This is from a small principality in the north. ”

"What's going on?" asked Cesar. He was quite interested in this kind of thing that even the dead would exploit.

"I remember a small country in the north, which intersected with a small underworld, and the graveyards of each city were garrisoned by underworld merchants. For merchants, the number of ordinary zombies with no value is really chicken, so they rent them to millers. The millers didn't need zombies to fight, so they put a saddle rope on the zombies instead of donkeys, and then used meat blocks to steer the zombies forward. These brainless things are better than mules, they never cry out for tiredness, they can work twenty-four hours a day without rest, and they are not picky eaters, whether they are weeds or waste newspapers, or other things that ordinary animals can't eat, they dare to eat. Over time, the zombies who exercised regularly became stronger and stronger, and then the miller returned them, collected a feeding fee from the merchant, and returned home with another group of emaciated zombies. Over time, the habit of renting zombies for paid stocking has been formed in that land, whether it is building roads and bridges or plowing the fields, zombies are indispensable. The empire saw the benefits, and in addition to the recent dwarves in various places, they had recently set up communal associations in an attempt to restore their former glory, so the empire implemented the "Zombie Labor Act" to suppress those ignorant dwarves. Nicole explained very seriously, and Dorothy kept nodding her head in good hands, but how much did she understand?

These dwarves are so fashionable, they have actually started to play 'communist'!" Cesar, who was listening from the sidelines, shook his head and sighed.

"What's wrong with you, Cesar, do you have an opinion on these dwarves?" asked Nicole when she saw Cesar's surprised expression.

"No, I just think these zombies deserved to die. Cesar hurriedly shook his head.

"Well said, these zombies are well deserved!" the Count's eyes lit up, and he nodded his head in approval. A good idiom was ruined by two fathers and sons.

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Ask for a ticket first, that's the important thing!

Secondly, I heard that "Ashes" is unfinished? Explain, I started the volume of the world of heroes, and I planned to finish the book, and I was waiting for the opportunity, and I kept finishing until three volumes, and finally felt that the time was ripe, and then I decisively and quickly blew up the protagonist!yes...... (?? _?)?

The protagonist hangs up, and then someone asks me to blow up the address and send me a blade. So, I added another chapter full of sincerity to the hidden ending to heal everyone's wounded hearts. It took me so much effort to kill the protagonist and heal everyone, is this a bad ending? If it was rotten, it would have been rotten a long time ago! I'm innocent!

To explain the problem of many unfilled holes, I have written crookedly since the first chapter of the last book. I myself planned to write Yan Sù's dark novel, and then from the first chapter onwards, I embarked on the road of no return. After that, because there was no outline, the more I wrote, the more crooked it became, and each volume was different from what I expected, every dozen chapters, and in the end, it was not the same as I had expected at first.

During this period, I was constantly inspired, digging holes, and my brain was not enough to count, so I forgot to write a volume, after all, writing a book is different from reading a book, it takes too much brain. So in the end, there were countless holes that I didn't remember, and in short, the holes really couldn't be filled! For this reason, I even changed the original profile.

For this book, you can rest assured, I wrote the outline!yes...... (?? _?)?

The outline is in hand, I have it all over the world!