Chapter 261: Chapter 261 This is not something you should be concerned about_1
Rose Iron Prison, canteen.
After the interrogation of the substitute reaper was over, Aiden and Kael sat here eating their belated dinner.
"This canteen of yours is pretty interesting, actually thinking of making dishes with blood." Kael cleaned his plate of the stir-fried blood with a spoon, burped contentedly, and said, "I can only say, well done!"
"We imprison not just your sister here, but also other blood-kind. Every day when we purchase meat from the slaughterhouse, we also get some fresh blood. Since it can’t be stored for long, the extra is used in cooking. In fact, we have blood sausages here too," Aiden replied indifferently from across him.
"Lucky me, for a blood-kind like myself, the biggest daily concern is about meals. If all the restaurants could do this, we wouldn’t need to always look for farms and slaughterhouses," Kael shook his head and sighed, "People only remember they can eat livestock innards and blood when they’re poor or during wars."
"That is certainly true," Aiden agreed.
Generally, blood-kind could only feed on blood, and although The Covenant stipulated that registered blood-kind could buy blood from official channels as food, these "official channels" weren’t available everywhere. Sometimes, law-abiding blood-kind faced more difficulties finding food compared to those who recklessly attacked humans for sustenance.
Even a high-bloodline vampire like Kael faced inconveniences in today’s society. Rules aren’t always perfect in ensuring fairness and justice for everyone.
"You got anything to drink?" Kael suddenly asked after finishing his meal.
"Tea? Or blood?" asked Aiden.
"Water will do... Sigh!" Kael said and then unexpectedly let out a sigh.
"What’s wrong?" Aiden asked while handing over the water jug.
"I just remembered an unpleasant joke that vampires use women’s used sanitary products to make tea," Kael said with a bitter smile on his face.
Aiden had heard this joke in his past life; similar jokes existed in this world too.
But for the blood-kind who truly exist in this world, the joke probably wasn’t very funny.
"Today’s events were a bit unexpected, but it’s a good thing they were resolved so quickly. It’s just that your friend got off too easily," Kael poured himself some water.
"Not necessarily," Aiden realized Kael was talking about Abigail, "She still owes me a debt of recognition she hasn’t repaid yet."
The matter with the substitute reaper was resolved without Abigail lifting a finger; there was no chance for her to make an appearance anymore. But that also meant she still hadn’t repaid the favor she owed Aiden.
"Would you say that you owe me a favor for today’s events?" Kael asked with a grin.
"We dealt with a common enemy together, why would I owe you a favor?" Aiden retorted with a smile, "Even if you sacrificed more... I did arrange for you to meet with your sister tomorrow, didn’t I?"
"It’s hard to get the better of you in cooperation," Kael sighed again but soon put on a cheerful face, "Speaking of which, I have something I’d like to discuss with you. I haven’t seen my silly little sister in so long, I want to set up a bit of fun for her..."
"What do you mean?" Aiden was puzzled.
Kael lowered his voice and shared his plan with Aiden.
"...What do you think?" Kael asked for his opinion after explaining.
"Suit yourself, as long as you’re prepared for the consequences," Aiden gave a serious reply, "Just don’t come to me if you get disowned."
"No worries, I’ve been slaving away for the Primogenitor for twenty years on her behalf, playing a little joke on her shouldn’t be too much, right?" Kael’s face conveyed indifference.
"What’s it like working for the Primogenitor? Or maybe I should ask... what do you truly think?" Aiden inquired offhandedly.
"I don’t mind it. The Primogenitor is a decent boss, as far as it goes; he doesn’t interfere too much as long as you complete the tasks he gives. Since I’m already a vampire, I have to live with this identity. I didn’t have any grand aspirations for life to begin with; it’s always been about taking one day at a time. Working for the Primogenitor is essentially just picking a side within the blood-kind community," Kael leaned back in his chair.
"You’re quite free-spirited," Aiden commented.
"Speaking of which, Warden, you’ve taken a side too," Kael said with a jovial tone, "By arresting the grim reaper’s lackeys and collaborating with the Primogenitor’s men, from now on you should be considered an ally of the Primogenitor Faction."
"The Blood Moon Cult came to us this time; I didn’t have a choice in that stance," Aiden answered calmly, "To be honest, I don’t like getting involved in such matters."
"But you’ve had dealings with the Blood Moon Cult since before, haven’t you?" Kael inquired, curious about the topics Aiden had mentioned during the interrogation of the substitute reaper, "This ’Mr. Blood Garment’ you mentioned to the substitute reaper, who is he really?"
"He’s just a fugitive from the past who once tried to assassinate me. I’ve always wanted to arrest him," Aiden replied succinctly, "As I’ve said before, this Blood Moon Cult is not the same organization as the reapers’ Blood Moon Cult. This is not a matter of your concern."
Kael watched Aiden for a while and then nodded in agreement: "You have a point."
Kael picked up his cup and took a sip of water, recalling the voice he’d heard in his mind while sitting in the coffee shop earlier.
He had lied to Aiden; in fact, he hadn’t rushed over because he heard gunshots. At that time, he wasn’t on the road but had arrived early at the designated place, sitting at the innermost part of the coffee shop, oblivious to the outside commotion.
What had truly driven him to the prison was a woman’s voice that suddenly appeared in his mind, commanding him to rush to Rose Iron Prison immediately.
At the same time as the voice appeared, he felt his heart being painfully squeezed— he immediately understood that the Primogenitor was reminding him to obey the command through a Blood Covenant.
It was because of that voice that he managed to arrive at the right moment and help Aiden Galahad defeat the substitute reaper for death.
Kael knew that wasn’t a power the Primogenitor could possess. Surely, it was someone else, passing on the command to him, who served as an agent for the Primogenitor.
Someone of high status, surpassing the Primogenitor... even beyond the reach of death itself, had covertly given them a hand... no, more accurately, had been assisting Aiden Galahad.
However, it seemed that the man in front of him hadn’t noticed yet.
Kael tactfully remained silent about this matter—because it indeed wasn’t his concern.
