He bathed in fresh blood, which made him feel somewhat irritable.
The flickering flames in the brazier nearby also made him very uneasy.
This place was indeed the dormitory of the vineyard planters, but now nobody had returned, so he had the opportunity to search through it thoroughly.
He pushed open a half-closed door in front of him, entering a narrow single room with minimal decorations, so plain that one might question if it was suitable for long-term human habitation.
On the table there was a huge glass jar, its original purpose indecipherable; if not used for researching alchemy, then probably for pickling vegetables.
The jar was lined with a layer of leaves, on top of which lay several white, fat bugs about the size of two thumbs.
[Grape Aphids, lv1]
[Life: 3/3]
He leaned closer to examine the aphids in the jar and saw the bugs feasting, their mouthparts splitting open like the flesh cavities of villagers with rows upon rows of teeth.
