Mag did not know why he had to continue cooking, preparing the kebabs, grilled fish, and grilled prawns for the two ladies even after operating hours.

  Although barbecue and beer went really well together, as the oppressed party, he was also quite lost.

  Mag stood by the grill and took a bite of a beef ball. He chewed on it and allowed the fragrance to spread in his mouth before taking a sip of beer. The experience of having the chilled beer mix with the piping hot beef ball was such an enjoyment. All the while, he was observing the two women who slowly got into the mood after a couple of pints of beer.

  Alcohol gave one courage. After finishing a few pints, Camilla slowly regained her aura. She looked at Irina, and said, “You…… tell me. Why are they making use of me? Am I just a thing that can be used in exchange for benefits to them? Even my father could betray me time and again. Don’t you think it’s funny?”


  Irina was also starting to get tipsy. She stabilized herself by holding onto the table, and looked at Camilla as she nodded seriously. “Not just funny. You’re pathetic.”


  Camilla was stunned. After that, she started wiping her tears. “Tell me, how am I pathetic……”


  Mag could guess why Camilla wanted to get wasted tonight based on what she said. It seemed like the return to the Demon Islands this time hit her with quite a huge blow, and she had no one to talk to. Therefore, she came over here in the middle of the night to get wasted.

  “It’s okay. For vampires, these little setbacks are nothing. At least you haven’t experienced people watching you eat greens,” Irina comforted. “Why don’t you give it a try? Maybe you might become the ancestor of vampires.”


  “You mean Uncle Dracula became the ancestor of vampires because he had greens?” Camilla was a little unconvinced.

  “You’ll never know if you don’t try,” Irina said with a smile.

  Camilla thought for a while and nodded. After that, she turned her head and shouted to Mag who was in the kitchen, “Boss, give me a plate of greens!”


  One should try their best to fulfill a drunk woman’s request to the best of their ability to avoid trouble. That was the wisdom Mag had accumulated after years of experience. Therefore, he placed a plate of lettuce in front of Camilla, and retreated back to the kitchen to watch the two women drink.

  Camilla stared at the fresh green lettuce on the plate in front of her and squinted. As a high-class vampire from a noble family, she had never eaten any greens, since going vegetarian was considered shameful.

  “Go on, you might become the first ancestor of vampires after eating it,” Irina continued to tempt her.

  Camilla swallowed. If she really could become the ancestor of vampires, no one would be able to force her to do anything.

  With power, she would be able to enjoy high status within her race. Even her father would have to be respectful to her.

  What a tempting vision.

  Camilla reached out for a piece of lettuce, and slowly put it into her mouth.

  Mag pulled out a photostone silently. This was the second vampire that willingly ate greens, and might even be the ancestor of future vampires. It was a scene to be remembered.

  Crunch.

  The tender lettuce let out a crisp sound when Camilla bit into it. The strange texture made her a little uncomfortable, but it was not as disgusting as she’d thought. Instead, it was rather refreshing.

  After making sure that it was a taste that she could accept, Camilla started chewing. Although the texture was a little strange, the leaf actually tasted pretty sweet and refreshing. It was surprisingly good, and was a great way to cleanse her palate especially after having so much oily food.

  “How’s it?” Irina asked.

  “I can’t believe that it’s actually quite good.” Camilla nodded as she threw the other half of the lettuce into her mouth.

  “That was also what Dracula said when he first had greens back then,” Irina said with a smile.

  Mag had a strange expression. He could imagine it: that was how Dracula was talked into eating his first veggie, and he went down the path of a vegetarian from then on.

  N years later, Camilla would walk down the same path.

  “Really? Uncle Dracula’s and my tastes are rather similar.” Camilla nodded before looking at the beef kebab in front of her. She used her chopsticks to pull a piece of meat off the bamboo skewer, and wrapped it up with the lettuce. After that, she put the meat wrap into her mouth. After chewing for a while, her eyes lit up. The oil and fats from the barbecued beef were absorbed by the lettuce, but that did not affect its taste, and instead, it became even more refreshing and delicious.

  “I can’t believe greens are so good. It tastes better wrapping it around the meat,” Camilla said with surprise.

  “Really?”


  Camilla passed a piece of leaf to Irina. “Try it.”


  Irina wrapped a piece of beef with the leaf and put it into her mouth. The combination of greens and meat indeed made the barbecued beef even more refreshing. It was a rather good way of eating. Irina nodded in approval. “It’s really a good way to eat. You are quite talented when it comes to eating greens. I’m expecting a lot from you in the future.”


  Mag glanced at the remaining few pieces of raw lettuce at the side. He picked up a piece of lettuce and wrapped two pieces of beef with it before putting it into his mouth. It did taste a little like Korean barbecue.

  After finishing the plate of greens and another two pints of beer, the two women lay on the table, drunk. Although they were already in la-la land, they still continued the conversation.

  “Look at that, don’t talk about getting wasted. You’re just offering yourself to men,” Mag muttered to himself as he put his beer mug down and walked out from the kitchen while looking at the two women.

  He carried Irina back into their room, and placed her on the bed. After that, Mag went downstairs and looked at Camilla, who was still laying on the table. It was already so late at night, so he could not possibly throw her out. Who knew if anyone would bring her away and do something to her. But if she were to stay……

  Mag carried her upstairs, placed a mattress on the floor of the master bedroom, and put her on the ground.

  It was a simple logic for survival. No matter which room he put Camilla in, there would always be a possibility of him trying to do something to her while she was drunk.

  However, if he put her in Irina’s room, there would be no problem.

  Irina would not believe that he would have the guts to do anything in front of her.

  Just as Mag put Camilla down, and was about to go downstairs to pack up, he suddenly felt his arm being grabbed. At the same time, he heard Camilla mumble, “I don’t want to marry that good-for-nothing Noak. I’d rather marry the pervert boss than him. Even if he’s not good in bed, at least he cooks well.”


  “???” Mag.

  How was he not good in bed?

  Mag pulled his arm out as he looked at Camilla sleeping soundly. After that, he went down, baffled.

  That was really an insult to him. If God wasn’t watching, he would prove to her today if he was good in bed.

  “Hehe, coward,” the system mocked.