"Since the great vampire has seen through my pitiful plot, why don't you come over now?" Think invited with a smile. This arrogant woman actually used two honorifics for the first time.
It's a bait, but also a trump card. Think's triple magic is a trump card, but Su'er's role can also be transformed into a new trump card at any time. It depends on which one this overconfident vampire will swallow.
"Oh, of course... I dare not," the vampire snorted disdainfully. He took two steps forward without fear, and then suddenly stopped. Not only that, his figure once again disappeared into the air as if it was erased by an eraser.
"Although I was very angry about being forced to suck the blood of those moles, I also gained some strange abilities from it." The vampire's voice floated in the air around Su'er and Think, sometimes close, sometimes far away, and it was impossible to determine the specific direction. "When I wanted to get close to you, my heart beat quickly, constantly reminding me to stay away from you. It's really interesting~"
Funny, isn't this the sensibility that the dwarves are proud of?
As soon as these words came out, Su'er knew that it would be difficult for him to lure this immature vampire into the trap. While it was impossible to say that this vampire had fully inherited the unreasonable characteristics Okein gave to the dwarves, he had clearly inherited a great deal.
Although he lost the opportunity to get the blood of the Elf and Su'er to evolve into the best compatible form, it seems that this is not all a bad thing. The blood of the dwarves made this vampire more difficult to deal with.
"Hehehe, hahahahaha," the dhampir's voice was filled with the joy and pride of successful revenge, "Just run away from here; I'm very patient... I'll be right next to you, launching surprise attacks from the darkness from time to time, until you fall down exhausted and have no ability to resist anymore — that's when I'll reap the fruits."
Smartly choosing a battle of endurance, this dhampir didn't intend to clash directly with Su'er and Think. He had already seen the weaknesses of this Elf and monkey, and followed the guidance of his newly acquired intuition.
He just needed to wait patiently while adapting to the abilities he had gained after growing up.
"..." In silence, Su'er's face turned ugly.
"Ah~, by the way, by the way, I'd like to remind you in a friendly way that it's better for you two to keep moving~," the dhampir, who was nowhere to be seen, deliberately paused to keep the secret, "...those dwarves haven't died yet~, they are gradually approaching this side under the guidance of the traces I accidentally left behind..."
Grass.
Cursing inwardly, without even the energy to argue or do anything useless, Su'er began to trot quickly with Think on his back.
This was troublesome.
He bit it gently, tentatively, not daring to use too much strength. When Su'er's heart was already excited and he wanted to cheer for finally collecting edible food, the food that was burned by the flame quickly cooled down, and even deformed, until it turned into a dark gray stone.
"…Fuck," I don't know how many times it was. Su'er fiercely smashed the stone in his hand, and pressed his hands deeply into his hair.
"Maybe it's true?" Think said casually, her eyes following the stone.
Maybe it's really edible food, but it was just disguised as a stone by the vampire with an illusion.
Without answering, nor chasing after the stone in ecstasy to pick it up again, Su'er just kept that posture, holding his hair tightly between his fingers.
It was too bad. Since that abominable dhampir had hidden his body and followed Su'er and Think, the two had been subjected to such pranks from time to time. No, this was beyond the level of pranks; it was pure torture.
The food they had spent their precious escape time and physical strength to find turned into useless dead branches and stones in the blink of an eye. It only took a few seconds for such expectations to turn into disappointment and anger. The dhampir tortured Su'er and Think in this way, accelerating the moment the two would collapse from exhaustion.
To prevent himself from being discovered by the dwarves who were following him, he even cleverly used only a small amount of magic, like a lingering ghost wandering around Su'er. Whenever Su'er thought he had disappeared, he proved his existence in this way.
Taking a deep breath, letting the cold air sting his nose, Su'er raised his head and took out the last piece of dried meat stored in his pocket.
This was the only thing that could be confirmed to be real food.
"Eat it," he said calmly, "the dwarves are getting closer and closer."
The vampire was like a puppet master hidden behind the stage, growing quietly and quickly, controlling the distance between the dwarves, Su'er and Think. Every time they were about to be caught up, the urgency and lucky escape were all in his control, and he was playing tricks on everyone at the same time.
Su'er had a premonition that as he and Think were getting closer and closer to their limits, the vampire was probably eager to see the end of the play — he would kill everyone except him with a full sense of accomplishment and enjoy the prize as the winner.
Silently, Su'er divided the dried meat in his hand into two equal parts. He put half of it in front of Think, staring blankly at the jumping flames in front of him with his empty eyes, chewing the dried meat stuffed into his mouth mechanically, even the saliva became dry and sticky.
In this trance, a slender hand suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and it swayed slightly up and down. On the open palm was a piece of dried meat that had become smaller again.
Even his thinking speed became slow. Su'er hesitated and turned his head to look at Think.
"Unlike weak monkeys, the Elf only need a little food to get enough physical strength to move for a long time. This is also an advantage of being a weapon made by God." Even at this moment, Think maintained an elegant demeanor while chewing the dried meat. She didn't look at Su'er. She just put the torn piece of dried meat in Su'er's hand and took it back.
"...Eat it."
After leaving two short words, Think returned to silence again.
Without saying thank you, Su'er slowly withdrew his doubtful gaze and stuffed the piece of dried meat that was torn off again into his mouth.
Chew, then swallow.