After Signing in for Fifty Years, I Became a Blood Clan Boss

　　That is to say, a healthy adult of 60 kilograms has a total blood volume of only [-] milliliters.

　　Losing more than a thousand milliliters of blood can be life-threatening.

　　The key is that everyone's physique is different. This standard is too general. If you encounter a weak person, you may be killed directly!

　　And even the elderly and children are not spared, which is too cruel.

　　After these humans have been blood drawn, they have to continue to work and earn money to live.

　　One can imagine how miserable it must be!

　　Fang Qingyan had always felt that Nikolai's human condition was okay, after all, it was protected by law.

　　But now it seems that he is too naive.

　　……

　　Among the blood races in the whole country, only Fang Qingyan would feel cruel.

　　Others don't feel that way.

　　To put it bluntly, the humans of Nikara are nothing more than livestock and poultry raised by the blood clan.

　　Just like humans enjoying the deliciousness of chicken, duck and beef, it seems that they will not be unbearable, right?

　　However, Fang Qingyan's heart was very contradictory.

　　Because he still retains his precious humanity...

　　……

　　"Cough, have you got the list?"

　　The old butler Albert looked around and exhorted loudly: "Listen carefully, when collecting taxes, you must strictly follow the standards set by the kingdom, and you can't collect more or less. If you die because you draw too much blood, yes I will be punished! I will hand in the blood food tomorrow afternoon, the total amount is not enough, use your heads to make up!"

　　"Then... if the tax is collected according to the standard, will it still kill people?"

　　Fang Qingyan suddenly raised his head, looked at the old housekeeper calmly, and asked.

　　Albert gave him a strange look: "If you die, you will die. It's not your responsibility. What qualifications do weak humans have to live in the ancestral land of our blood clan? Only healthy and strong humans can provide long-term stability for us. blood supply."

　　The others also glanced at Fang Qingyan strangely.

　　Fang Qingyan suddenly fell silent.

　　……

　　After explaining everything that needs to be explained.

　　The old butler Albert set off with the "Tax Squad" from Castle Castle.

　　The sun is setting now, and soon night will come.

　　Night is the time when the blood race is most energetic.

　　Fang Qingyan rode a carriage to the town where he was responsible for tax collection - the town of Bonn.

　　This is a very beautiful town, the scenery is very beautiful, the splendid sunset sheds a golden glow, and the vegetation and houses are particularly beautiful in the hazy light and shadow.

　　It's a pity that the blood clan can't appreciate such a scenery.

　　The beauty in the hearts of the blood clan is only the dark night and the big moon hanging in the sky!

　　After Fang Qingyan parted ways with others, he walked alone in the countryside under the setting sun.

　　After feeling that no one was around, he lifted his heavy hood, the warm sunlight shone on his face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

　　Bathed in a comfortable golden glow.

　　This is the first time Fang Qingyan feels like a human being since he was reborn as a vampire!

　　……

　　Night falls.

　　dong dong dong-

　　"Open the door, it's time to pay the tax."

　　Soon, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged face with a look of fear.

　　"Big... Sir, please come in."

　　Fang Qingyan entered the room, looked around, turned his head and asked him, "Where are your wife and daughter?"

　　"I'll call them out right away."

　　Not long after, a woman came out of the room with a four- or five-year-old girl in her arms. The woman was fine, but the little girl shrank into a ball timidly, not daring to look at Fang Qingyan.

　　"Cough, let's start drawing blood, I still have a lot of work to do."

　　Fang Qingyan very skillfully took out the needle tube and blood bag for blood drawing from the tool box: "You draw [-] milliliters, your wife is [-], and your daughter is [-]. Do you understand the rules?"

　　When the middle-aged man heard the words, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said flatteringly: "Sir, my daughter is still young, she...she doesn't smoke, right?"

　　"I'm five years old, I have to smoke."

　　Fang Qingyan said with an expressionless face.

　　As soon as these words came out, both the husband and wife showed despair, and the little girl was about to cry, so pitiful.

　　But he didn't dare to resist the blood clan at all, he could only hope that the young daughter could carry it over.

　　But then, I heard this "adult" suddenly change his voice:

　　"However, if you can pay taxes for your daughter, you can, too. Your husband and wife will each take an extra [-] yuan, and your daughter will be exempted."

　　The family immediately burst into tears.

　　I know that I have met a kind blood family.

　　……

　　After coming out, put the three blood bags on the carriage, and Fang Qingyan continued to the next house.

　　This time it was a scrawny old man.

　　Fang Qingyan drained the water and only pumped [-]ml.

　　Then I picked a few very sturdy young people, and took some more to make up.

　　Busy until four o'clock in the morning, less than one third of the workload was completed.

　　The good news is that he didn't kill anyone...

　　Legend has it that the title of vampire originated from the fear of human beings.

　　After seeing the fearful expressions on those people's faces today, Fang Qingyan can be sure that this legend is true.

　　……

　　Another family.

　　Fang Qingyan knocked on the door several times, but no one opened it.

　　Is this trying to evade taxes?

　　He frowned and could clearly feel the qi and blood fluctuations of the two people in the room.

　　"Let's open the door. You should be very clear about the consequences of tax evasion, right?"

　　After the fright, the door finally opened.

　　It was a middle-aged woman with a pale and bloodless complexion.

　　Her eyes were full of fear, and she murmured at the other party's Qingyan: "Big... Sir, please come in."

　　Fang Qingyan frowned.

　　After entering the room, he was a little surprised, because there was a girl in the room, and she was very beautiful, but she was also sluggish and lacking in energy.

　　Fang Qingyan quickly retracted his gaze, turned to look at the woman, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened? Who drew the blood of your mother and daughter?"

　　The vital signs of the two are very abnormal, they are obviously healthy, but they are deficient in qi and blood.

　　Apparently someone got in first, and the mother and daughter had a lot of blood drawn.

　　This is the fief of Count Carstein, and Fang Qingyan is solely responsible for the blood collection in the town of Bonn, but some people have collected blood from humans without his consent...

　　Grab food, is this?

　　If Fang Qingyan didn't care to draw blood again, the mother and daughter would definitely die.

　　But if you don't smoke, the blood food that needs to be handed in will not meet the requirements.

　　So he must cross-examine this matter!

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Chapter 10

　　"Be honest, who has been here before me?"

　　Facing Fang Qingyan's cross-examination.

　　The mother and daughter were trembling like chaff and dared not speak.

　　He was obviously intimidated, and if he dared to make a small report, he would be retaliated against.

　　"You should be very clear that I will definitely draw blood. With your current physical condition, you will die if you draw it again."

　　Fang Qingyan stared at the two of them, and said indifferently, "Tell me the truth, and I can find a way for you. I know that you are threatened and afraid of revenge, but if you don't tell me, you will die now."

　　Tears welled up.

　　The psychological defenses of the mother and daughter were finally broken.

　　"Woooo~ I said, don't bully my mother."

　　The girl rushed over and grabbed Fang Qingyan's sleeve, tears streaming down her pretty little face, and her voice choked: