Chapter 876 Aizen: No, is this how you use my illusion?
"I……"
Hearing Fang Mo's words, the policewoman was obviously stunned for a moment.
She lowered her head and looked at the boiled sausage filled with sardine meat and lamb spleen in her hand, and then looked at the butler Walter who was not far away. She seemed to be in some kind of hesitation for a moment.
First, based on some common sense of her own.
In some legends, vampires are indeed unable to eat human food.
Vampires can only feed on the blood of humans or livestock, are afraid of sunlight, and cannot pass through flowing water. Of course, Walter has already explained this to her.
But the policewoman has just become a vampire after all.
After more than twenty years of human life, it was difficult for her to accept the behavior of drinking blood.
So she asked the housekeeper Walter to make her some human food. Although she had indeed become a vampire, she felt no different from a human... What if she could eat human food?
In fact, the policewoman did think so.
But after taking a bite of sausage just now, she suddenly felt a severe nausea and almost uncontrollably vomited out the food in her mouth.
That's normal.
The policewoman also realized that she could no longer eat human food.
But...
What should I say about this kind of thing?
The policewoman looked down at the fish sausage stuffed with offal in her hand again, and then looked at the butler Walter.
She suddenly had doubts.
Is this dish too dark?
The tangy smell of lamb spleen and the fishy saltiness of fish meat, these two weird flavors blend together... and then mixed with a taste that seems to have been caused by fat waxing due to too long time. To be honest, the policewoman feels like
He was chewing a piece of rotten sheep spleen soaked in seawater and mixed with corpse wax. Most people really couldn't bear the smell.
"Ahem..."
Perhaps feeling the policewoman's gaze, Walter explained awkwardly: "Miss Silas, this sausage has indeed been stored for a long time, because all the fresh ingredients have been burned, and that's all there is in the backup cold storage...
…”
"Come on you."
When Fang Mo, who was rolling up his sleeves next to him, heard this, he couldn't help but complain: "The food you British guys make is simply unpalatable, can you please just admit it?"
"Nonsense."
Walter defended with some excitement: "Our British food is also very famous..."
"Famous? Famous for what?"
After rolling up his sleeves, Fang Mo also directly took out some ingredients, took out a knife and complained while cooking: "You're notorious for being unpalatable, right? If you fry some fish and order French fries, I won't even bother to say anything about you...
…How dare a mere British guy discuss delicious food with me? How can the fluorescent light of your rotting grass compare to the bright moon in the sky?”
"not me……"
Walter opened his mouth to say something back, but suddenly noticed the weapon in Fang Mo's hand: "Wait a minute, what's going on with your knife?"
"A kitchen knife."
Fang Mo said with a normal expression.
"...This is obviously a samurai sword, right?" Walter's eyes twitched: "Even you in the East can use this kind of thing to cook, right?"
Yes, what Fang Mo is holding is really a samurai sword.
And it is worth mentioning that the blade of this knife shows a light cherry pink color, the blade is blue, the handle is wrapped with thin golden threads, and there are even two fluffy white cotton balls tied to the tail of the knife.
The whole thing gives people a light and bright feeling, which is really girly. It doesn't look like something used by men at all.
Then this is obviously the new weapon that Fang Mo made before.
At the same time, it combines the Omega-level illusion master Jason, Mirror Flower, Water Moon, and uses a craftsman's soul weapon made of acid-resistant aluminum and fine gold.
True cotton water moon.
It is different from the physical attacks of other weapons.
This sword is aimed at the spirit, that is, it is a pure special attack weapon of the illusion system.
While controlling the five senses, it can also implant illusions in the target's mind. Two different illusion mechanisms are superimposed and entangled. They are nesting dolls on each other, which makes the power of illusion a qualitative leap, even for illusions.
It is extremely difficult for people with strong resistance to distinguish between true and false.
"Shut up, you British guy."
Fang Mo carried the cotton Suigetsu and raised his middle finger to Walter while handling the ingredients: "You don't know how to cook at all, hurry up and cut your potato strips."
Finish this sentence.
Fang Mo simply ignored Walter who broke through the defense.
I saw him humming a cannibal tune, then waved his hand to materialize a group of red pixels, and then placed it on the chopping board to start processing.
This is a very fresh bunch.
Dark red coagulated blood.
As a creation of the craftsman soul, this thing is very simple to make.
As long as a player or monster falls into the Craftsman's Soul Furnace and is damaged by the furnace, a certain amount of liquid blood will be produced.
Pour it out.
A red coagulation cell will form.
It's poisonous if eaten raw, but provides two hearts of extra health.
If processed using the drying rack that comes with the Craftsman's Soul, this thing will turn into coagulated blood droplets. Not only can it fill the stomach and provide extra health, but the negative effects of poisoning will also disappear, and the most important point is
The entry note for this thing is... a vampire appetizer.
Put the coagulated blood into a bowl.
Fang Mo simply poured two spoons of honey on it.
After that, he simply cooked himself a bowl of spicy soup and made two fried cakes.
"Okay, let's eat."
Finding a flat piece of building debris nearby, Fang Mo pushed Ningxue towards the policewoman: "Oh, by the way, please remember one thing before eating, there are no vegetarians here."
"This is……"
The policewoman subconsciously took the bowl of coagulated blood with a hesitant expression: "Pudding? Is this my breakfast?"
Yes, that's right.
Fang Mo took out the cotton water moon.
It is obvious that the reason for cooking this time is to test the magic effect.
The vampires in this world are very powerful. They have the ability to perceive things other than humans. They have third eyes and so on, which can break the effects of illusions. But even so, the policewoman still fell into the trap and mistook the coagulated blood in the bowl.
It became something like caramel pudding.
"Strictly speaking, this is a type of pig-killing dish, which can be regarded as Northeastern pudding."
Seeing that the illusion was successful, Fang Mo also nodded with satisfaction: "Anyway, you just eat it and that's it. Uncle Da, can I still lie to you?"
"Then what is this bloody bowl of yours?"
The policewoman looked at the spicy soup in front of Fang Mo with some confusion. From her perspective, the other party's bowl was filled with a large group of red bubbling strange liquids, which seemed a bit scary.
"Oh, this."
Fang Mo glanced at his spicy soup and pondered for a moment: "This is borscht soup with human head..."
"..."
The policewoman immediately fell silent.
But Fang Mo didn't care about this and started to show off. Although the taste of his own cooking was far inferior to that of A Xue, he was not very picky about food.
And then he saw Fang Mo start eating wildly.
The policewoman also swallowed. To be honest, she was really hungry now.
Originally, she was seriously injured last night and was almost stabbed to death by that bastard Father Andrewson... Well, the opponent used a unified sword. You must know that even if she is a high-level vampire, her strength will weaken if she consumes it for a long time without eating.
Yes, it's just that she doesn't know it yet.
"call……"
The policewoman glanced at her small bowl nervously.
Taking a deep breath, she carefully put a spoonful of 'pudding' into her mouth.
"...Huh?"
As the soft sweetness bloomed on the tip of her tongue, the policewoman's eyes widened in disbelief. This small piece of sweet gel almost melted in her mouth, turning into a mellow and silky liquid that flowed into her throat. In the next second, her body and mind seemed to be healed.
As if feeling greatly nourished: "Isn't this... this is so delicious?"
"How can it be!?"
Walter next to him was also a little confused when he saw this: "Vampires can actually eat human food? Are you kidding!?"
"I told you that the food cooked by a British guy like you is too bad."
Fang Mo rolled his eyes at Walter, and then looked at the policewoman with a smile. The other person didn't notice anything unusual until now: "How is it? Your uncle is good at his craftsmanship, isn't he?"
"Uh-huh!"
The policewoman immediately nodded wildly after hearing this, and kept eating spoonful after spoonful of pudding in the bowl. The strange and rich sweet aroma stimulated her taste buds, making her unable to stop at all, and just wanted to hurry up and eat more.
Eat some.
"this……"
Seeing the policewoman's exaggerated eating appearance, the butler Walter fell into self-doubt for a moment: "Is it really my cooking that tastes bad?"
"if not?"
Fang Mo directly spread his hands: "Look at what I made, how delicious this kid's food is..."
"this……"
Walter took a step back subconsciously, with a very complicated expression: "No wonder the eldest lady often skips meals, but always asks me to make coffee for her. Is it because the food I cook is too unpalatable and she is embarrassed to say..."
Just when Walter kept doubting life.
Breakfast time is also over.
After eating and drinking, Fang Mo briefly observed the situation on the policewoman's side.
I mentioned before that the other person is a vampire, and the vampire setting in the Hellsing copy is quite interesting. If a vampire devours another person's blood, he will take that person's life as his own.
Within the normal plot line.
The policewoman later fell in love with a mercenary and sucked his blood after his death.
Then the other person naturally becomes a part of her, and the two of them are together forever in disguise.
But what Fang Mo was curious about was that the coagulated blood he took out was realized from the MC world... Theoretically, this blood has no source. After all, that thing is just a bunch of data.
So he wanted to know what would happen if the policewoman ate this thing.
Whose life will it take? A villager? A monster? Or the player/Steve stand-in who jumps into the furnace?
"Uh, that..."
However, Fang Mo's gaze was also noticed by the policewoman, and she touched her face a little strangely: "Mr. Wang, is there something on my face?"
"Can you please stop calling me Mr. Wang?"
"The two-headed cannibal..."
"This joke is really hard for you to handle, isn't it?" Before the other party could finish speaking, Fang Mo interrupted the policewoman angrily: "From now on, just call me Uncle Pi."
"Why?"
The policewoman was stunned for a moment: "But didn't you call me General Wang? Why did you call me Uncle?"
"That old immortal bat is still called Akat, don't you still call him master?" Fang Mo said casually, "He and I are kings of the undead at the same level, and a junior like you calls me by my first name.
It's not polite, so you should use the honorific title, at least it's uncle-level."
"Is that so?"
The policewoman was a little confused, but she quickly accepted the setting: "Okay, from now on I will call you... Uncle..."
"Yeah, yeah, good boy, now I have a niece too."
Fang Mo smiled and touched the other person's head: "How do you feel after eating? Are you full?"
"It's okay." The policewoman tilted her head and thought for a moment and said, "Although it's quite strange... but to be honest, it would be pretty good if it could be like this for every meal."
"so."
Hearing this, Fang Mo also nodded understandingly.
It seemed that the coagulated blood she took out had no source, and the policewoman showed no sign of occupying anyone's life after eating it. If I had to say it, this thing must be the pure vitality of the group.
"Okay, go ahead and play."
After verifying his conjecture, Fang Mo waved his hand directly: "I'm going to torture... No, I'm going to find Integra to talk about some serious business."
"knew."
The policewoman nodded after hearing this, and then turned to look for Walter.
Fang Mo also returned to the basement, looked at the small map, and soon found the room where Integra was, and walked in as soon as he opened the door.
The room was filled with rich cigar smoke, which made Fang Mo feel like he was in a trance, because Logan's room was often like this. Of course, compared to Logan who had nothing to do, Integra's work was still much more tedious.
At this moment, I didn't even have breakfast, I was already staring at the documents with my brows furrowed.
On her bedside table, there was still a pile of documents that she had not had time to process.
"You should knock first when you come in."
Hearing the footsteps, Integra also raised his head and glanced at Fang Mo.
"Sorry, I'm afraid I accidentally knocked down the door. After all, wooden doors are too fragile for zombies." Fang Mo shrugged: "Where we are, everyone just blocks the entrance with squares."
"ha?"
Integra was stunned when he heard this.
"You're quite busy." Fang Mo leaned over and took a look at the documents in the other person's hand: "Report on vampires? Are you busy with official duties so early?"
"Well, because I'm going to hold a roundtable meeting today."
Integra nodded, but then his face darkened as if he thought of something: "Originally, I could use a computer to view this information, but because of you, I have to use a more primitive method now.
"
"Isn't that what you forced me to do?"
Fang Mo spread his hands: "You have to fight with me... Do you think it would be nice if we all sit down and chat in peace?"
"I……"
Integra took a deep breath, and she felt that her head started to hurt again: "Okay, you are right, I was too impulsive, can I apologize to you?"
"Originally, when we apologized, we wanted to show our belly, but considering your skin is too dark, I stopped reading it."
Fang Mo waved his hand magnanimously: "We won't go through the process. I forgive you."
"What the hell..."
Integura felt that veins were bulging on his forehead, but he still forced himself to calm down: "I have already asked people from the engineering team to come over. Although it is difficult to rebuild the entire manor, at least part of the living area can be restored first.
They should be coming soon."
"Oh, I just saw it."
Fang Mo nodded: "Walter seemed to have gone to pick them up just now. The policewoman was also there. By the way...your reconstruction costs must be quite large, right? Do you need me to give you a raise?"
"You're going to give me, the director, a raise?"
Integra obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at this moment.
"You do not believe?"
Fang Mo asked back.
"Ha." Integra didn't care about this at all. He didn't even bother to look up at Fang Mo. He just continued to stare at the documents in his hand: "If you have nothing to do, go and make me a cup of coffee..."
"Boom!"
Before he could finish his words, a huge sound spread directly throughout the room.
"?!"
Integula was so frightened that she suddenly looked up, and saw a one-meter-square yellow thing next to Fang Mo. The texture looked familiar, and she was so shocked that she almost picked it out of the bed.
Get up: "Huh? Huh!? It's not you..."
"Your expression management is far worse than Nick's."
Fang Mo smiled slightly: "To think that when I had such a big gold brick in front of him, this bastard black man could even make such a bad face of me, damn..."
It's a pity that I haven't finished saying this yet.
It seemed as if something exploded above. The entire basement shook uneasily, and a large amount of dust fell directly from the ceiling.
"...you did it?"
Integra frowned.
"It's really not the case." Fang Mo took a look at the small map and found two familiar faces with a bunch of red dots rushing towards this side: "Huh? They seem to be enemies..."
"What?"
Integra was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled out a pistol from the side: "Damn it, it happened at this time. Did you choose to hold a round table meeting here today?!"
"The pistol can be pulled just like Nick..."
Fang Mo raised his eyebrows and complained, then turned around and walked towards the door: "Okay, just stay here. I'll see what's going on outside first."
Speaking of which.
He opened the door and walked out directly.
And when he left and Integra was about to follow him, the gold nuggets on the ground suddenly moved strangely and blocked the door, and then Fang Mo's voice came faintly.
"I told you, the door is not safe, so I'll use blocks to block it for you first."