Chapter 441: Are you interested?
Damon shrugged and turned to walk away. Mark followed behind him. As the two of them walked through the crowd, everyone quickly moved away, giving them a wide berth.
"Good fight, bloodsucker!"
"That was a good fight! Cheers to you!" A few loudly commented, but other than that, no one dared to step near them.
Demons who had been jeering and cheering seconds earlier suddenly found the ground very interesting and looked down here and there.
A few demon women heard the obvious remark of them being noble vampires and hurriedly threw themselves at the duo.
"Handsome, want a drink?"
"How about we head over to the dark alley over there? The girls and I haven’t sucked a bloodsucker’s cock in a long time! What do you say? Just 1 silver for the night!"
"A noble bloodsucker like you must taste divine. Let us worship you properly..."
Damon ignored all the offers without even sparing them a glance. Behind them, the women’s voices carried through the crowd.
"Don’t walk away, noble fangs!"
"Come on, just one night!"
"You’ll never forget it!"
But none dared to chase too close. Finally, after a few minutes, Damon and Mark were out of the spotlight as they walked about the streets casually.
"Are you sure it was okay to kill that demon?" Mark asked.
Damon grinned and pointed to another corpse that was lying a few feet away from them at the street corner. The blood essence seeping out of the corpse was still fresh, so Damon helped himself to it while he explained.
"Like I said. We should be fine in the demon lands as long as we behave just like everyone else. Fighting and killing are commonplace here. If I had let that guy live, that would have brought a lot more attention to us."
Mark shook his head with a sigh. "This place is... It’s going to take a while to get used to."
Damon grinned again with a wink. "You will get used to it sooner if you just let go and remove that stick up your butt."
Mark rolled his eyes.
"Get in. Let’s have a drink." Damon dragged the guy to another tavern, where pretty much similar events were unfolding. Mark did not look pleased at all.
"Dude, come on. Is it only merwomen then?"
Mark shrugged. "What can I say? I know what I want."
Damon gave up on him and waved his hand. Immediately, a busty demon woman appeared and flashed her assets. "Care for a drink?"
"Don’t mind if I do." This time, Damon did not hold back. He pulled her down onto his lap, tilting her neck. His fangs sank in without hesitation, her soft gasp turning into a moan as crimson stained his lips.
Mark simply ordered a blood-based drink and opted out of the live one. A few seconds later, another demon girl waltzed over to serve them two big jars full of blood mixed with alcohol. It looked absolutely disgusting, and Mark had second thoughts about even tasting it.
"Go ahead. You will be surprised."
Mark grimaced, raising it reluctantly to his lips. His eyes widened, and he had to pause for a second sip just to make sure he hadn’t imagined it. "Huh. That’s... not bad."
Damon chuckled, pulling his fangs free from the neck of the woman on his lap. She collapsed against him in a dazed sigh. "Told you. But still, live ones are the best."
"You can go now." He took his hands off the demon girl, and she quickly stood up and scurried away. Clearly, her earlier dazed look was all an act.
"It’s just a drink. No need to think too much about it." Damon finished his jar of drink before waving for another demon girl to come over to their table. "We will be here for a while, so feel free to entertain yourself."
Damon then watched as Mark ordered more of the drinks and simply looked around while savoring one sip after another. He could only sigh at the guy. He was simply way too uptight.
Damon, on the other hand, planned to drink quite a bit tonight. The women were not bad to look at, with plentiful flesh jiggling in all the right places. Their blood tasted heavenly, and more importantly, he seemed to be gaining stats now without having to drain his victims dry.
Of course, there was also the last reason why they were randomly spending time like this. Damon had already put on a good little show in the streets, and it should be more than enough to attract the attention of the people in the dark.
The thing was, even though this was a demon city, he had no doubt that there were plenty of vampires all around. In fact, every territory had a vampire network, a mercenary network, a beastkin network. Essentially, everyone had eyes everywhere.
Now he just needed to find the right set of eyes.
The tavern’s rowdy laughter rolled on, mugs clashing, dice rattling, and demon women swaying to drunken tunes. Damon continued drinking his fill calmly. A few hours slipped by, and he actually ended up drinking from about fifty women. At one point, he wondered if he had gone too far, but the women kept on coming as long as he kept the coppers flowing.
Damon shrugged and continued drinking his fill. In the end, Mark also gave up and tasted a demon girl, unable to resist the itch in his fangs, especially after seeing Damon having a feast all by himself.
Damon gave him a thumbs up and a grin and pulled the next woman onto his lap. This one was surprisingly a level 60 demoness. "Hey, handsome... There is a secret auction in a couple of days. Are you interested?" She whispered with a coy smile.
"A secret auction, huh? Very interested."
The demoness shifted on Damon’s lap, rubbing his groin, her tail curling lazily as she leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear. "Two nights from now," she whispered again. "The Spire district. Look for the red lanterns. Follow them, and you’ll find the door."
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