When Charle asked that question, the Vampire Earl furrowed his brows, looking at him as if he were an idiot.
"What kind of stupid fucking question is that?"
"What idiot fills a swimming pool like that?"
"That's way too stupid!"
The next moment, his expression suddenly changed. He stared at Charle in disbelief, then looked at the swimming pool, which seemed not to have changed at all.
"D-Don't tell me you're draining blood into it like this!"
Charle looked utterly innocent.
"What's wrong with draining blood like this?"
"This is how I was taught from childhood. When you fill a swimming pool with water, how can you not turn on a faucet at the other end?"
Charle slowly grinned.
"It's fine, relax. I'll just tell you the answer."
"One swimming pool only takes ten thousand seconds to fill. Three swimming pools would only take thirty thousand seconds. For a Vampire Earl like you, that's barely a blink of an eye."
"Or you could try harder and pump out more blood. That would make it even faster."
"Come on, I'll help you!"
With that, Charle planted a foot on the Vampire Earl's heart and stomped down hard.
Sure enough, the blood gushed from the other end of the Blood Pump at a visibly faster rate, and the blood level in the swimming pool slowly rose a little.
But by then, the Vampire Earl's face had gone deathly pale.
Thirty thousand seconds?
That was fucking seven or eight hours, wasn't it?
Had Charle intended to bleed him dry like this from the very beginning?
Even vampires had never seen blood drawn this way. Even a vampire's constitution couldn't withstand it!
The Vampire Earl's face filled with terror as he cried hoarsely toward the outside of Knockturn Alley.
"Help!"
"Help!"
"There's a vampire