Chapter 171

Upon awakening from the consumption of human blood, the girl immediately did a somersault. With a rather squeaky sound, she looked at Alexander with such passion that he laughed and went to see her home. Stress is best relieved in bed. There, he explained all the nuances of her new existence to the "young" vampire until morning. In the morning, it became clear that Stephanie would have to work underground. And preferably under the supervision of a partner, as well as his close care.

The heightened bloodlust, compared to the original vampires, had a side effect. Seeing prisoners being marched to the village for labor, the former maid involuntarily rushed at them. Naturally, not to hug or caress them. She couldn't even properly explain her feelings, and her blood, absorbed by Alexander, didn't clarify anything. Her mind just shut off. No, the girl didn't become a wild animal. She retained all her cognitive abilities.

And she didn't become aggressive like the ghouls. It was just that all her being, her entire inner essence, upon seeing a source of blood, switched into predator mode. There were no other thoughts. Something similar was experienced by vampires only when they were massacring in the camps of the orcish army. It turned out that turned vampires only needed to see the target, not necessarily to be involved in the process.

Fortunately, it quickly became apparent that the better-fed Stephanie was, the better she could control herself. But just in case, she was sent underground and assigned a partner to watch over her. After all, one could never have too many prisoners.

The day before the campaign, Olga visited Alexander. Breaking away from studying the intelligence data, he looked intently at the young girl who had intrusively entered his office. With the ability to use personal magic to alter their own bodies, many of the vampires corrected the flaws in their appearance that had always irritated them.

For example, the men increased their… though it's completely irrelevant what the men increased; they all denied it anyway. However, the women were not far behind, and some underwent rather radical changes in their appearance. One such person was Yevgeny's wife, now looking at the triumvirate.

"You're going to scold me, but I have a new idea."

Realizing that the matter wasn't related to his lover, Alexander relaxed.

"And knowing that I'm going to scold you, you came to me instead of your husband…"

"You're the knight. And the idea concerns the Blood Castle."

"And what have you come up with?"

"To expand the castle a bit."

The triumvir licked his lips and pondered. There was no point in asking for more details. The "Sanctuary" was striking in its size. Plans for underground communications and rooms were updated almost daily and each time in the direction of expansion. Olga worked with a proletarian scale. Unable to overcome his curiosity, Alexander gave in.

"And how much is 'a bit'?"

"Ten times."

The girl shuffled her feet on the floor and put on the most innocent expression. She might have even widened her eyes, imitating Puss in Boots, but she didn't. Instead, she abruptly approached and leaned over the table.

"Look! Initially, we wanted to build only a small wooden fort, more like a guarded warehouse than a defense for ourselves. When you were made a knight, the plans quickly changed to a stone castle. But modest. And soon you'll be a baron."

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch!"

Olga waved her hand.

"Anyway, the duke will make you a baron. That's a done deal. I don't even know why we're discussing it. But the castle needs to be expanded. So that we can all live comfortably in it."

Alexander grunted.

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