I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1329: Do Vampires Really Suck Blood? (First Update)

"I agree with the idea of breaking through from Ig’s side, but you absolutely cannot act as bait. Although I don’t know much about your capabilities, this is simply my principle as a person. Tell me Ig’s habits and abilities, and I’ll handle him myself."

"Alright."

After talking with Nicole for more than half an hour, you clapped your hands and said with a smile, "I just need half a month to take over this unclaimed zone!"

Seeing your spirited demeanor, a wave of emotions stirred in Nicole’s heart—something she had never felt before. She suddenly realized that humanity’s charm could also be quite alluring. You, however, paid no attention to this; your mind was filled entirely with your plan, leaving no room for anything else.

As you eyed the Ming Ye blade glowing with blue light beside you, the corner of your mouth curled into a confident smile.

According to your plan, you instructed Nicole to create a false impression—that you were *** Nicole—and the location for this would be behind Ig’s Manor.

The setup was simple: you would chase Nicole, leaving her nowhere to run. She would then seek help from Ig, but midway through, you’d catch up to her.

Nicole anticipated that Ig would definitely intervene to save her, and at that moment, you’d strike swiftly and resolve Ig in an instant. Based on her observation of your blade-training earlier, Nicole could tell your strength far exceeded Ig’s, making it highly likely you could take him down in one fatal swoop.

Originally, you wanted to storm in alone, but Nicole vehemently opposed the idea. Though powerful, you agreed with her that it wouldn’t be wise to risk harm in the chaos. After some deliberation, you nodded and approved her plan.

"Let’s put on a real show."

"Stop right there!"

In the dense forest, your voice faintly echoed. The scene shifted to focus on a man darting swiftly through the woods, pursuing his target—a bat. No, to be precise, it was a female bat.

"Tch, a grown man chasing a female bat like this. If Yang Kai and the others found out, oh, the laughter would never end."

You chuckled bitterly to yourself, gradually slowing your pace. You realized you had been chasing too fast, making Nicole fly hurriedly. To conserve stamina, you deliberately slowed down, and Nicole clearly caught onto your intention, following suit as you adjusted your speed.

As the chase continued, you and Nicole arrived at the rear courtyard of a cemetery. At the highest point of the cemetery stood a small castle. Although not very large, it was undeniably striking at first glance.

Cornering Nicole against the wall in a "dead end," fear swept across Nicole’s face as she revealed her true form. Her expression was one of complete panic: "Y-you, stay away."

You let out a cold laugh and said, "Relax, I don’t intend to kill you. I’ve heard that female vampires are highly nourishing—I was thinking about using you to regain some vitality."

"No! Please, don’t!"

When you and Nicole were merely two meters apart, arrows suddenly rained down from the sky. Strong energy surged around you, forcing you to backpedal swiftly. Looking down at your prior position, it was now riddled with arrows.

"Nicole, don’t worry. I’m here to save you." A strikingly handsome man appeared before you. Smiling, he stared you down and said, "Do you even know what kind of place this is? Daring to attempt to humiliate the woman I cherish most."

"Still putting on airs when you’re about to die—you simply never learn," Nicole muttered coldly from behind Ig. At that moment, Nicole spat a thin, red needle from her mouth, striking the vertebrae in Ig’s neck with uncanny precision. You seized the opportunity as Ig winced in pain to silently draw Ming Ye and press it against Ig’s throat.

"I heard vampires have particularly sturdy necks and that even if their heads are severed, they can regrow them. I wonder, if Ming Ye cuts off your head, will it still grow back?"

Upon hearing the name "Ming Ye," Ig trembled all over, terror plastered across his face. Looking at you with abject desperation, he stammered, "Hero, please don’t kill me! I had no choice—he placed a restriction on me. I must obey his orders, or I’ll be reduced to a pool of blood."

"Master, he’s not lying about being restricted, but serving the Necromancer King was still his decision," Nicole said as she pulled out a peculiar-looking piece of parchment, smiling as she addressed Ig, "You recognize this, don’t you?"

"The Dark Contract?" Ig’s lips quivered, cold sweat dripping profusely.

"Indeed, it’s the Dark Contract. Once you sign it, you’ll forever be Master’s most loyal dog."

"How dare you insult my dignity!" Ig roared in fury, but Ming Ye remained firmly at his neck, rendering him immobile.

"Dignity? Someone like you still dares speak of dignity before the Master? Laughable." Nicole’s remark hit Ig’s sore spot, causing him to lower his head in silence. Nicole was right—after pledging allegiance to the Necromancer King, dignity had long ceased to exist for Ig. Compared to a dog, he was worth even less in front of the Necromancer King.

"Sign this. Master has ways to lift the Necromancer King’s restriction on you." Left with no choice, Ig reluctantly pricked his finger and signed his name on the parchment.

"Master," Nicole handed the contract to you. However, you shook your head and said, "Keep this contract yourself. From now on, Ig is your subordinate. You can do whatever you want with him."

"Yes, Master." Nicole’s expression remained unshaken; it seemed she genuinely held no affection for Ig.

You sheathed Ming Ye and asked Ig, "Can you control all the undead creatures here?"

"They were originally my subordinates; their loyalty isn’t an issue." Since signing the Dark Contract, you noticed Ig had restrained his temper considerably. Even his tone of voice became submissive—truly resembling an obedient, tail-wagging dog.

"Take me to your castle." You said.

"Yes, Master. Please follow me."

Upon entering the castle, you noticed two rows of women kneeling along the hallway’s sides. Heads bowed, you couldn’t immediately discern whether they were undead creatures or members of other races.

"What’s their purpose?" You inquired.

"Tch." Nicole scoffed derisively before responding coldly, "These women were once ordinary civilians. Now, they’re his slaves—playthings and sources of fresh blood."

"Vampires really have to feed on human blood to survive?" You gasped.

"No," Nicole explained seriously. "Feeding on blood is tantamount to suicide. Because of racial differences, the blood is incompatible. Consuming someone else’s blood indiscriminately risks diluting the vampire’s lineage and will ultimately cause illness and death."

Nodding gravely, Nicole continued, "Our race is called vampires, but it’s actually a misunderstanding. Sure, we do drink blood, but not habitually or without cause. Doing so shortens our lifespan and hinders our growth. In truth, blood-drinking is merely a rite of passage, marking adulthood. Normally, like you humans, we sustain ourselves with regular food."