The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

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If he refused now, he would indeed confirm discrimination against the Rainbow Apostles.

He had never been so scared, never been so nervous, his speech even began to tremble, "I… how could I object, I… how could I possibly have any objections! Milton, Milton is right, beautiful women paired with heroes, the Elf maiden and Count Your Majesty are truly a match made in heaven."

The Centipede Doctor said with a fawning smile.

Offending Count Dracula was nothing compared to offending the Rainbow Apostles.

Offending the former might cost him his job at most, but offending the latter could doom his entire family! Milton had no Floating Wood, but he, the Centipede Doctor, did!

"Miss Elf… I now…" The Centipede Doctor swallowed, hurriedly taking out pen and paper from his pocket, "I will write down Count Dracula's contact details right now...yes, and his home address as well, I'll write it immediately!"

He quickly scribbled on the paper, not only writing down Count Dracula's contact details and home address but also listing the latter's schedule, favorite restaurants, and more.

"Absolutely wonderful."

The Rainbow Envoy happily crossed his legs, feeling sheer joy at the thought of Count Dracula's face. He had taken a fancy to Count Dracula, the City Lord, from his first day in Chaotic City but had never found a reason to possess him until now, this moment felt like a pie falling from the sky.

"I am very satisfied with this operation, I give full marks. Here's a tip."

Saying so, he gave a shy smile like a dumbbell, hummed a tune, and hopped out of the Black Eight Hospital.

[Second surgery completed]

[Patient approval old rating: one hundred percent]

[Achievement gained: Steel Alchemist]

[Income increased by 300 Gold Coins, current total wealth: 400 Gold Coins (50 basic wages, 350 tip wages)]

Watching the dignitary's retreating figure, the Centipede Doctor's hanging heart finally relaxed, and he turned to An Su with a fearful expression, "Bro, I'll pay you a full wage, how about you go work at the tattoo shop upstairs?"

"There are still patients behind," An Su shook his head, nobly stating, "How can I just leave like this. You really have no spirit of being a doctor."

There are more patients?

The Centipede Doctor sensed something was wrong and stiffly turned his head toward the door, only to see a flood of glittering rainbows pouring in.

The newly arrived Rainbow Envoys asked,

"Who is Dr. Milton, what surgery did you perform on my sister just now?"

"I've never seen her this radiantly happy."

"Give me one too, give me one too."

"I want one, I want one."

Looking at the pile of rainbows at the door, the Centipede Doctor's breath halted.

"This is it, 'fall in love with the rainbow, get caught by the rainbow', Count Dracula," An Su's lips curled into the brightest, sunniest smile. He turned and went to grab the door handle. Today's business was going to be exceptionally busy.

Meanwhile, in a mansion in the villa area of Chaotic City, the residence of Count Dracula.

It was sunny and clear, with crisp autumn air.

The refreshing autumn breeze blew the light blue curtains, fluttering in the air as if touching a corner of the sky, with the silhouette of the sycamore tree flickering on Count Dracula's Mithril desk. Beside the desk was a mahogany wine rack, which instead of red wine, held bottles and bottles of thick human blood, coagulated red like grapes.

Count Dracula had just finished his afternoon blood—fresh from a first-timer, fragrant with the taste of never having been in love, sipping tea-like, blossoming continuously on the tip of his tongue and palate, which was why he adored first-timers.

He put down the cup, regally surveying the sunlit view outside like an Emperor reviewing his territories. In Chaotic City, countless first-timer slaves worked for him, holding dreams they could never fulfill, drained of blood and marrow by him. At the thought, Count Dracula's mood grew even more delightful.

Stay first-timers for life, you poor things.

That newcomer called Ansu Milton would become a cherished item on his wine rack today as well.

The taste must be excellent.

Count Dracula thought to himself, gazing out the window, musing on the beautiful day.

However, the Count blinked his eyes, how could he see a rainbow during the daytime?

It must be an illusion.

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