"Here."
Richard handed Kallen a small Reagent Bottle containing his blood essence, a relatively concentrated portion of human blood.
"Mm."
Kallen accepted it quite naturally and put it in his pocket.
There was nothing to feel embarrassed about. With Little Jerry around, Richard had a strong ability to produce blood. Otherwise, he could not have been beaten bloody time and again, only to bounce back full of energy each time.
After the security guards at the entrance checked their membership cards, Kallen and Richard were allowed into the Manor. There were plenty of patrols inside, and security was extremely tight.
After all, this was an expensive establishment. The debauchery of the many celebrities here could not be allowed to get out.
A carriage passed the two of them. Its curtain was drawn back, revealing a woman seated inside. Despite her heavy makeup, she could not conceal her age. She was probably close to fifty.
Kallen and Richard could have taken a carriage in as well, but they had declined so they could get a closer look at their surroundings.
Once the carriage had passed, Richard leaned toward Kallen and whispered, "That's Madam Baolifa, a very distinguished writer."
"That's her?"
"Oh, you've read her books?" Richard sounded a little surprised.
"Mm."
Kallen had always been in the habit of reading. In his spare time, he would pull a book from the shelf and leaf through it. He had maintained that habit from Ruilan to Vien and right up to the present. Combined with his much faster reading speed than an ordinary person's, it meant he had already read a great deal.
Madam Baolifa had several famous works: "Darling, Let Me Whisper to You," "Love Letters Sent to Heaven," and "My Face Misses the Back of Your Hand."
Her prose was concise