The light inside the cell had been dimmed to an extreme degree—but for a vampire who hated sunlight, this clearly did nothing to improve her spirits.
Because it was daytime outside.
Her biological clock was completely different from that of humans. With all her strength sealed away, the vampire Golia felt utterly exhausted... and hungry.
She even felt cold. This was because her vampiric abilities had been sealed. Even after drinking blood, the special organs that no longer functioned could not convert it into the energy a vampire needed.
Or perhaps they could still convert it, but only with extremely low efficiency.
It was somewhat like an addict sinking into the drug called "blood," with the body unable to resist its dependence on it. Normally, this should have driven her mad... but judging from Golia's current state, her consciousness remained clear.
Precisely because she was conscious, she felt even more miserable—especially when it came to the "food" this man before her provided.
Song Haoran came once every day. After asking a few questions, he would cut open his own palm and leave Golia some "food."
Later, he even began bringing paper and a pen, recording some of the important things Golia told him.
"So, even though vampires are immortal and ageless, food still restricts their development." Song Haoran spun his ballpoint pen between his fingers. "Where exactly are the farms of the Thirteen Clans... I mean, the various settlements of the pure-blooded humans?"
This already involved one of the Thirteen Clans' most important secrets... Golia gritted her teeth, resisting the agony brought on by hunger while hesitating over whether she should confess. During this period, she had already revealed far too many things to this man that ordinary people should never have known.
Strictly speaking, Golia had already committed the