Just call me Thor

Chapter 403: I'm willing to risk my life, what can you offer to compete with me?



Swallowing nervously, Vladimir asked timidly, "Master, why don't we... sell it at the Mystic Market?"

"Look at your lack of ambition!" Mike immediately rejected Vladimir's suggestion. "We're all family, going to the Mystic Market would be too formal!"

Mike looked at the two vampires and asked with a smile, "Who's going first?"

"Let Vladimir go first." Dracula spoke up, which was rare for him, and said calmly, "I'll offer a higher price than him."

Vladimir snorted and stepped forward, lying down on the ground.

"I don't want this life anymore!"

I'm willing to risk my life, what can you offer to compete with me?

"Fuck you." Dracula kicked Vladimir. Trying to play the guilt card? Trying to get it for free? No way!

What use did Mike have for Vladimir's life?

After getting up from the ground, Vladimir followed Mike into a side room, and the two began private negotiations.

"Master, you know me!" Vladimir spread his hands and said helplessly, "I'm penniless now, all I have left is this flesh and blood."

"Cut the crap." Mike pointed to the Forbidden Blood Pool outside and asked, "Do you want it?"

Vladimir nodded frantically.

Even in his prime, Vladimir couldn't get much of this stuff.

Bilbo had gotten one thing wrong.

The market price of Forbidden Prince blood essence was indeed not high, only worth over a thousand Lord merits.

There was a key reason for this:

The blood essence sold on the market was all imprinted with the owner's mark!

These things had owners, and using them was very troublesome.

Removing the imprint required a lot of effort, making it not worth the cost.

If you consumed it directly without removing the imprint, you would immediately become a blood slave of the imprint's owner!

In the world of blood clans, the hierarchy was strict.

Vladimir didn't hide anything and told Mike all this information truthfully.

Mike rested his chin on his hand and pondered, "So, according to you, the Forbidden Prince blood essence produced by the Forbidden Blood Pool is ownerless and has no blood clan imprint?"

Vladimir nodded, "Yes!"

"Hold on."

Mike took out the Trade Secret Realm pass and contacted Foreskin, "Excuse me, what's the market price of unbranded Forbidden Prince blood essence?"

Foreskin quickly replied, "It varies between 2500-3000 Lord merits."

Unbranded blood essence was twice as expensive as branded blood essence!

Calculated at 3000 Lord merits per drop, the batch of blood essence in Mike's hands was worth 7 million Lord merits!

He was going to be rich!

Even Mike couldn't help but feel a little excited in the face of such a huge fortune.

Mike asked, "Does anyone in the Mystic Market purchase this kind of blood essence?"

If someone was buying, Mike would immediately sell it and make a killing!

However, reality gave Mike a hard punch.

"Not at the moment."

Foreskin asked back, "You got the Forbidden Blood Pool?"

After receiving Mike's confirmation, Foreskin sent another message after a while.

"Nobody needs blood clan blood essence, it's too expensive and not practical. But if there are customers who need to use the Forbidden Blood Pool, I can help you contact them."

3000 Lord merits could buy a weapon for a Lord level!

Very few people could afford to exchange a single drop of blood essence for that price.

The Mystic Market, as the fairest platform, didn't charge any handling fees when acting as an intermediary.

Very few people knew the original intention of Supreme Being Apollo in creating the Mystic Market.

However, from a certain perspective, the existence of the Mystic Market effectively integrated the resources within the human race, making transactions easier and allowing everyone to get what they needed.

Putting away the Trade Secret Realm pass, Mike looked at the smiling Vladimir and suddenly understood.

"As expected of you, well played."

Vladimir smiled sheepishly and lowered his head, saying, "You flatter me."

In the previous conversation, Vladimir had pointed out the true value of the blood essence, seemingly putting himself at a disadvantage.

But that wasn't the case.

Unbranded blood essence was worth 3000 Lord merits, precisely because it was too

expensive, no one was willing to buy it, and Mike couldn't sell it at a discount.

This way, there were only two buyers in the whole world - Vladimir and Dracula.

The market had shifted from a seller's market to a buyer's market.

Vladimir put away his smile and said seriously, "You name a reasonable price, and I won't

refuse."

"Okay."

Mike didn't hesitate, cooperating with Vladimir was a win-win situation.

Nominally, Vladimir was his servant, bound by a soul contract.

The stronger Vladimir was, the more benefits it brought to Mike.

Mike asked, "If you don't have money, you can pay with inside information about your attack

on the Blood Ancestor."

Vladimir had a pair of fangs stained with the Blood Ancestor's blood, which he had voluntarily offered when refining Poseidon's Decoy.

"I forgot." Vladimir's expression was a bit strange. "All I know is that it was definitely the Blood Ancestor's blood."

He added, "If I recall any information, you'll be the first to know."

"Okay."

Mike asked another question, "What would happen if Dracula got the Forbidden Prince blood

essence?"

Unlike Vladimir, Dracula's position was special.

He wasn't a servant, his relationship with Mike was purely one of mutual exploitation.

Occasionally, Dracula would show some signs of submission, but in reality, it was just a

facade.

As Ace put it: Anyone who believed it was a fuckwit.

This kind of expert who had survived from ancient times wouldn't be in his current state if he

was so easily subdued.

Mike needed to know if giving the Forbidden Prince blood essence to Dracula would put him

in danger.

Vladimir quickly answered truthfully, "Dracula's current body is not his own, but from one of his descendants. His soul occupies this body. If I'm not mistaken... Dracula's original body should be destroyed, he needs to find a new one."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Vladimir paused, a strange light flickering in his eyes,

"For us, reshaping our bodies is not difficult, but to regain our peak strength, we need to pay

a very high price. Forbidden Prince blood essence is the best material!" Vladimir concluded, "If you give him the Forbidden Prince blood essence, as long as it's less than 10,000 drops, he won't be able to perfectly reshape himself. Dracula has severe OCD, he

won't do it if it can't be perfect!"

Dracula had OCD?

Mike never expected him to have such a hidden trait.

The vampires under him were truly full of surprises.

"Wait."

Mike came back to his senses and looked at Vladimir, "What did you just say?"

Vladimir was taken aback, "Dracula has OCD?"

Mike shook his head,

"No, before that."

Vladimir recalled,

"Dracula's current body..."

"Yes, that's it!"

Mike's eyes lit up as if he had discovered a new treasure,

"His body isn't his own, does that mean Dracula is actually a phantom?"

As if realizing something, Mike's face was full of excitement,

"If Dracula is a phantom, then can't I use [Thunderclap Fate] on him?!"

Hearing Thor's murmur, Vladimir was stunned, as if struck by lightning, his expression numb. Has he spoken too much? This time, Dracula might be in big trouble.