Chapter 661 The Problem of Zombies

"The strong prey on the weak, not on the weak. Some people just don't understand the difference." Duran and his daughter sat in the store, eating the emperor's pastries sent back by Denise, while reasoning with Shayou.

Everyone has been busy recently, only Duran is very relaxed. Things around the imperial capital are getting worse and worse. Those artificial dangerous species are very dangerous, especially when they are under someone's command.

Of course, Shayou is not here for things outside the imperial capital, but because of her childhood sweetheart, she endured Duran's bombardment here. There are not many people she knows and can rely on in the imperial capital. The only people she can think of who can help her are Tatsumi and Duran. So she hopes Duran can help Iyeas. She knows very well that the minister's deliberate approach to her fellow countryman is definitely a conspiracy, but Iyeas just doesn't believe it, and the situation is really bad now.

After a cup of hot tea, Duran said a lot of useless but powerful words. These words didn't help, and she still didn't know how to make her fellow countryman understand that he had gone astray.

"Sir, can you help me persuade Iyeas?" Shayou tried to persuade him, but it was useless. "If this continues, I'm afraid he will try to suck human blood."

"Does Iyeas really want to suck human blood?" Duran said.

"If he continues to degenerate, I think he will. The minister has been collecting the blood of rare animals. Iyeas has been unable to extricate himself from the minister's flattery and flattery to him." Shayou seemed to have seen the future.

"In fact, you can kill the minister. Why are you afraid of him with your current strength?"

"That's..." Because Shayou is just an ordinary person, she will not think of using violence to solve things at the first time. In short, she didn't think of it: "I have never thought of killing someone."

This is the difference between people.

"That's difficult." Duran deliberately made it difficult: "It seems that I can only be cruel to kill your friend before he becomes completely bad. If you drink human blood, you can't think of returning to normal. If you can't do it, you can go to Tatsumi, he is now a killer."

This development seems to be good.

It was Saori who stopped Duran from doing this bad thing: "Sayou, you should have a good talk with Iyeas, maybe he can return to his nature."

"I tried it, it didn't work."

"Have you tried using your fist?" Saori was satisfied, "Try to use your fist to tell him how you feel."

Sayou was speechless. This couple is indeed a father and daughter, one only wants to kill people and the other wants to beat people. Is there no other way? Just now they said that you can't bully the weak, how come they become violent in a short time. She has never seen the power of the second-year correction fist and the friendship face-breaking fist.

"I'm not advocating violence." Saori knew what Sayou was thinking when she saw her look, "Sometimes pain is the best way to grow. This is not violence against violence, but a way of communication between companions, which is rare but very effective. This is not about the law of the jungle or the strong and the weak, but only about caring for companions."

Duran looked at Saori, and this set of methods of using fists to communicate feelings has been learned, and as a father, he is very relieved.

"I don't advocate violence, but violence is just a process. We can skip the process and look at the result. If the result is good, appropriate violence is also allowed." Saori said earnestly.

Sayou looked at Saori and felt that she was not a child at all. Her words made sense. But will this method work?

"My daughter, you are absolutely right. You are worthy of being my good daughter. But Sayou, if you really do it, you must not show mercy." Duran was afraid that the matter was not serious. But for a kid who is easy to deceive, you can't cure him without taking strong medicine.

"I'll think about it again." Sayou said.

Duran and Saori are just outsiders, so they can't decide for Sayou.

"Mr. Duran, I actually have another question to ask."

"Just ask."

Sayou seemed to be embarrassed to speak, because it was her own problem. She wanted to know when she could become a normal person again. "I know resurrection must be difficult, but I really don't want to drink blood anymore." It would be strange if a girl could feel comfortable drinking chicken blood, dog blood, pig blood, and duck blood every day, and it would be directly drunk into the stomach, which would definitely not taste good and be disgusting.

It's like there is an emperor's cake in front of you, but you can't eat it as a zombie. Because if you eat the cake, you will feel uncomfortable all over. This kind of life makes Sayou extremely uncomfortable and even hate it. It has been torturing her for several days.

Saori looked at her father. He was the one who made this matter, and he should solve it.

Duran always does things improvisationally. He didn't think too much when he turned them into zombies, but there were a lot of troubles later. Facing Sayou's request and seeing Sayou's sad eyes. Duran was also soft-hearted, but the body of a zombie is necessary for her now, because there are too many villains in this world. It's easy to hide from the open gun and difficult to defend against the hidden arrow. Even if there are imperial tools, there are too many assassinations that can't be avoided. But Sayou is indeed pitiful. Drinking blood is indeed too cruel for ordinary girls. That's to teach her to make blood tofu.

"So I'll teach you a way to make blood delicious." Duran waved his hand, "Let's go to the hunter's laboratory, there should be everything I need there."

Blood, other messy utensils and enough materials to make blood tofu, all in the laboratory. Inventing a dish is an achievement that is no less than creating a dangerous species, at least that's what Duran thinks.

If the hunters knew that Duran had ruined their deceased colleague's laboratory, I wonder if they would rush up and fight him.

Blood tofu, also known as blood curd, is the solidified form of animal blood. It can be made into many dishes, but because zombies cannot eat other things, it is a lot more monotonous. Duck blood vermicelli has no vermicelli, and pig blood tofu has no tofu, but at least it is more civilized than drinking raw blood.

Add these things, "Oh ho ho——"

The laboratory was filled with smoke, and Duran turned into a Frankenstein, which made the soldiers patrolling around feel terrified. In addition, Duran deliberately scattered the expired blood or the poisonous and dangerous blood everywhere, and the whole laboratory was as dark as a prison cell for torturing prisoners.

Saori didn't want to get close at all, for fear that she would be recognized as Duran's daughter, which was too shameful.

The last bowl of fragrant blood curd was served, "This is probably the method. You can make it yourself in this laboratory in the future." Duran continued to make himself a bowl of duck blood vermicelli while saying this, and sprinkled some chives, which was wonderful.

"Daughter, come and try it. Next time you have a chance, you can make some dangerous blood stew tofu."

Saori went in and the taste was good, but it was a little different from what Denise made. Duran hadn't cooked for too long, and his cooking skills had declined.

Seeing Sayou eat the cooked blood stew, he was so excited that he shed tears. Duran was a little moved by his wit in solving the problem.