It was actually because of its value as food.
The reason those "eyes" might be here was something Fu Qian had been wondering about for a while.
After all, Jian was clearly an ordinary person. For her to have come into contact with an existence like this and attracted so much attention, there had to be some special reason.
Now, the answer was both absurd and reasonable.
A young girl's blood.
Fu Qian could almost picture it: Jacques, elegant as ever, holding up a wineglass as he watched the scarlet liquid swirl inside. He would raise it with an intoxicated expression and take a dainty sip.
Come to think of it, he himself had just done the same thing.
In fact, this was one of the reasons he had used the name Herbert this time.
In any case, once he had the initial motive, everything that followed made perfect sense.
The changes to her eyes were the price paid for her blood. Something had gone wrong, though, and that had led Jacques, a man known for his integrity, to lower himself to the role of family doctor.
Jian's two consecutive periods alone had most likely been due to his fellow bloodsucker's arrival and whatever he had done to her.
As for the strange changes in her condition each time, those could probably be chalked up to a quack's misguided treatments.
The cult, a bloodsucker, and an outsider—tonight was practically a three-doctor consultation!
The value of this chief physician was still on the rise.
Fu Qian felt quite pleased with himself.
"The change to her eyes was entirely accidental. They weren't supposed to turn out like that."
Apparently, having his taste criticized was something a bloodsucker couldn't bear. Jacques immediately spoke up in his own defense.
"Really? I was just