For now, the mental reconditioning of vampires appeared to be going smoothly.
Elizabeth was thoroughly disgusted by blood now.
She showed none of the extreme craving for blood that "normal" vampires displayed.
Though her craving for that plate of pork tripe was a little abnormal.
Every time she took a bite, her face wore an expression that said, "This is so, so, so, so damn good."
That was only because they knew she was eating pork tripe.
Otherwise, there would have been no need for a urine test—they could have arrested her on the spot.
Forget it. If she wanted to eat pork tripe, let her eat pork tripe. It was far better than drinking blood, wasn't it?
What came next followed naturally.
They would conduct more experiments, discuss a partnership with the bathhouse, and transform all their vampire Derivatives into ones that did not thirst for blood.
And register the patent while they were at it.
Once they began turning vampires into creatures that did not drink blood, word was bound to spread.
Besides, it was unrealistic for him to transform vampires one by one. To perfectly imitate the tentacled monsters' spellcasting, he had to draw elements and cast spells at the same time.
The Blood Clan might be scarce compared to other races.
But to him, several hundred thousand was no small number.
He would work himself to death if he did it all alone.
So the best approach was to register the patent first, then license it out and let others handle the widespread adoption.
As the upstream supplier, he would not have to do the most work, yet he could make the most money.
As for whether those granted licenses might not be able to learn it right away, unable to perfectly imitate the tentacled monsters'