Iron, water, and chicken leg.
The three essentials for replenishing blood.
Mike had already prepared these for Vladimir, feeling quite considerate. He thought of himself as a good person.
Vladimir looked utterly dejected, resigned to his fate, and even asked proactively, "Master, what temperature should the blood be?"
Mike thought for a moment, "220°F? Ahem, I mean 130°F will do."
"Alright."
Vladimir's expression went blank for a few seconds before he spoke again, "It's done."
"Master, may I ask what you need so much blood for?"
"You can ask."
Mike nodded, "But I don't want to answer."
Vladimir: ...
As they spoke, Chief Harry led them to a frozen harbor.
Harry pointed to the frozen harbor and said, "This is the place. The hot blood flows from here, and that creature... has a huge appetite."
Vladimir raised an eyebrow.
A craving for fresh blood, needing large quantities, greedy, even insatiable.
