Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

William checked that his body hadn't been tampered with and that his Yellow Skin remained stable within him, then


an old butler, whose teeth and blood-sucking ducts had all been extracted, and who was continuously re-blooded through a blood bag in his attire, entered the guest bedroom.


The blood citizen, deprived of their 'vampire organs,' was like a eunuch, their desire for fresh blood completely erased and utterly loyal to their master, well-suited for home management.


"This is the outfit Lord Viscount has chosen for you, please change into it."


The attire was similar to medieval ceremonial garb, tailored and designed with a deep V at the front to perfectly accentuate William's physique.


"It fits you very well, the Viscount will certainly like it… Please follow me, the nutritional meal has already been prepared for you."


587 Chapter: Intelligence