Bad Born Blood Chapter 236

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The story of Jaffa and Paolo was not a heartbreaking love story. It was a sad story, like blood flowing from skin cut on paper.

From my perspective, this was much more interesting than the obvious love story. Well, I wasn’t watching it to find it funny though.

I focused on my five senses of reality. All my senses except sight opened outward.

Woohoo.

I heard the simulation machine starting up.

Swish.

My sense of touch read the air currents, and my wide-ranging hearing detected the slightest rustle and the footsteps of the Equusians and Japha.

‘There is no particular movement.’

The simulation was blurry because the focus of perception was outside.

I focused my awareness inside the simulation. The landscape of the simulation that had been scattered into several layers came together clearly again.

Woohoo.

Fake auditory signals enveloped my brain, creating a vibrating sound.

Before I knew it, my gaze overlapped with Jafar’s memories.

Paolo’s restaurant was in sight. Jaffa was unable to move freely because of the handcuffs and leg guards.

Kang, Kang.

Paolo was sharpening his knife. His movements were so skilled that they almost looked nimble.

Jafar didn’t speak right away. He remained silent as if gathering his thoughts.

“Hey, human lifespan is shorter than yours. Our time is not equal. If you’re going to waste time… … .”

Paolo urged him. Only then did Jaffa open his mouth.

“I am an outcast of the Menoah clan.”

Jafar revealed his family lineage. This was a fatal weakness.

“Are you saying that it would be more profitable to inform the family than to cut you up and sell your parts?”

“No. If I contact the Menoa family, I’ll be a corpse in a few hours. I just exposed my weakness first.”

“Hmm, how can I believe that you are of the Menoa clan?”

“If you do a little research on the Menoites, you will understand. Even if what I am saying were false, the Menoites would kill me. They are not the kind of people who will spare the life of someone who falsely claims to be a member of their family.”

Paolo’s sharpening of his knife stopped. He seemed ready to hear Jaffa’s suggestion.

“Well, I don’t have any ill feelings toward you. So I’m willing to listen to your story.”

Paolo’s tone was gentle. Jappa also took a deep breath before continuing.

“This kind of money-making won’t last long. It’s dangerous to do it alone. I’ll help you. I’ll split the profits so you can establish yourself in Border City.”

“Partnering with Tajirun? Do I look like a fool to you? You’re just saying whatever you can to get out of the situation.”

“… … I am different from other Tajirun. That’s why I was exiled.”

Paolo tilted his head in question.

“Different? How?”

“I… … love humans. Human males like you. A terrible disgrace to the family.”

Paolo opened his eyes slightly in surprise and touched his chin.

“That’s hard to believe.”

Jafar licked his tongue.

“Prove it with your body… … .”

I consciously accelerated the simulation.

… … So, the next scene was visually difficult to handle.

Jafar proved his heteros*xuality to Paolo in a way that was too good to be put into words. s*xual arousal cannot be faked.

Paolo, who had been watching Japa’s antics, placed the whetstone and knife on the iron shelf.

“Okay, I understand. In this situation… … I can’t show a false reaction. However, there is one condition.”

Jafar tilted his head, breathing somewhat raggedly.

“What if it’s a condition?”

“Wear this around your neck. That way I can trust you completely. It’s a necklace with a bomb installed. I don’t want to see you in trouble, so don’t try to remove it by yourself.”

Paolo took a cold bomb necklace out of his bosom.

“… … I would be happy to fill it in.”

Jaffa turned around and offered his back to Paolo.

Crunch, crunch.

The clasp on the bomb necklace clicked and made a clicking sound.

“I trust you won’t do anything stupid. When you’ve earned enough money, I’ll let you go. I’m not a pleasure killer. I don’t do it because I want to kill. Since the necklace is so noticeable, I’ll cover my neck with a scarf for the time being.”

Paolo unlocked Jaffa’s handcuffs and foot cuffs one by one.

Jafar, who had found freedom in his limbs, quickly gathered up his clothes and put them on.

They discussed their plans for the future.

* * *

Paolo’s main source of income was catering, catering to wealthy people with rather… … picky tastes.

‘Paolo films the entire process from slaughtering the meat to shipping it, and Paolo’s customers enjoy the cooking process and their meals while watching the footage.’

The expression is slaughter and shipment, but it is a video of a murder scene. It was an act as disgusting as the corrupt nobles of the empire.

In return for satisfying the corrupt rich, Paolo’s income was considerable. He could go on a business trip once and not worry about money for months. It was a large sum of money that was enough not only for living expenses but also for research expenses.

“But why that much money… … .”

“You don’t know. If you continue to work with me, you will naturally find out.”

Paolo studied the Arcane civilization. Arcane-related items are not easily obtained.

The value of a working artifact is obviously hard to put a price on, and even antiques that have no particular value can cost a lot of money.

‘It probably wasn’t an expense that could be covered by running a restaurant.’

Jappado also actively helped Paolo’s business.

Jafar walked down the street wearing ‘attractive clothes’ by the standards of the Tajirun tribe.

There were quite a few Tajiruns in Border City who walked around alone for various reasons.

Japha would seduce such wandering Tajirun and hand them over to Paolo. Sometimes, there were other races besides Tajirun. It seemed that heteros*xuality was more… …common than I thought. Well, there are some idiots who have s*xual desires for non-intelligent beasts, so it’s not strange. No, it’s strange!

Damn, my common sense is being twisted.

“Jafar, as expected… … I thought you were pretty from the first time I saw you.”

Paolo, who had butchered today’s meat, walked out of the warehouse and said:

“You are human, yet you can distinguish the appearance of Tajirun very well.”

Jafar was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, trying to look alluring.

Damn, really… …I want to escape from this simulation memory quickly.

“Well, since I’m a cook, I have to be able to tell if something is male or female, young or old, healthy or not. That way, my observation skills for other species can’t help but grow.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Do something about that weird smile.”

Paolo said, taking off his apron and hanging it up.

“That sounds tough. It’s already become a habit. Oh, and I have a good idea. Look at this customer list.”

Jafar activated the terminal and began listing customers.

From this time on, Tajirun’s unique business acumen seemed to have slowly begun to show its face.

“I’m earning enough money at this rate. Thanks to you, work has become easier. I want to focus more on my research.”

Paolo politely declined to expand the business.

“Just listen to the story. The more money the better. And there’s a limit to how far you can go with this. Rumors will soon spread that some people have gone missing after chasing Tajirun pros**tutes. You need a stable source of income to focus on your research, right? I’m not interested in the Arcane civilization, but I want to help you.”

Paolo seemed to be intrigued by the idea of ​​a stable revenue structure.

“Well… … I missed out on something I wanted to buy at the auction last time. It was because of that rich kid who was hoarding everything related to the Arcane civilization.”

“And you have to start a business to spend money. Border City is a lawless place, but… … they’re really trying to catch tax evaders.”

“That’s right, I got a call a while ago asking where the money came from… … .”

Jappa even gave Paolo tax advice. Before he knew it, he had become indispensable to Paolo.

Paolo’s spending grew to the point where he could not maintain it without Jaffa. On the surface, it seemed quite idealistic.

But… … there was a big blind spot in this relationship.

Jafar was different from other Tajrun. He felt compassion and guilt more than other Tajrun.

“Ugh, eww, waaaaay!”

Jafar would often vomit from psychological distress. The rat meat he had eaten for dinner would fall to the floor half-melted.

“… … We have to hurry.”

Jafar’s mind is slowly reaching its limit. He regards other races as equal individuals. He is not a psycho like Paolo.

Rattling.

Just as I was about to throw up, the door opened. It was Paolo who had heard the commotion.

“Japha, are you feeling unwell? If your health deteriorates, I will be in trouble too. Don’t worry about money and go to the hospital.”

Paolo spoke in detail. His smile was so wonderful that I wanted to crush his face with my fist.

“I guess I ate too much.”

“Japa said, wiping his mouth. Paolo shrugged and sniffed.

“Um, what is this… … .”

Paolo lay down flat on his stomach and looked at Jaffa’s vomit.

Ugh, ugh.

Finally, Paolo took a piece of Jaffa’s vomit and put it on his tongue. My stomach, which had been through so much, was starting to churn.

Paolo was no ordinary man. He was a rare madman in the world.

“Wh, what are you doing!”

Jafar was also embarrassed.

“Ah, this smell and taste! I remembered it! There were customers who often felt a unique aroma from Tajirun meat. Customers who felt it would only seek out Tajirun meat from then on. It was such an addictive flavor that they wouldn’t even touch other meats. However, not all Tajirun meats had this flavor. There must have been some conditions.”

Paolo exclaimed in admiration, then became lost in thought.

… … I guess I’ll hit the goal.

One thing was certain: Paolo was a great cook.

“Jafar, lure one of the Tajrun and bring him to me right now. I have a good idea.”

“Right now?”

Paolo didn’t even blink at Jaffa’s question.

“I’m going to split open the ship to experiment with this and that, but I can’t experiment with you, right? I like you, Jafar.”

Paolo was a refreshing yet eerie man. He was far from being a ‘sticky evil’.

‘The other meaning is extremely pure.’

He acted as if there was no distinction between good and evil. Sometimes he felt like a child… … It was a terrible sound, but it had a strange and unique charm.

I accelerated my memory. Various experiments and development processes flashed before my eyes.

The sauce for Jaffa Burger was indeed developed by Paolo. He dissected Tajirun and studied its body structure. He combined flavors by examining the enzymes in the stomach, the structure of the mouth, various body organs, etc.

Paolo discovered that the ‘peculiar flavor’ was produced when certain conditions were met in Tajirun’s body.

The key ingredient of Jaffa Burger sauce was the flavor oil, which was extracted separately from that ingredient.

… … And to produce Jaffa Burger sauce, he needed live Tajrun. Fortunately for Jaffa, it wasn’t Tajrun meat.

“Jafar, this is… … the sauce that will change my life, no, our lives.”

Paolo said with squinty eyes.

Honestly, only one thought was on my mind.

‘Why did this kid, with all his talent, throw himself into archaeological research?’

Paolo was thinking about how to use the sauce and burgers came to mind.

“Let’s change the store sign to ‘Zola Burger.’ This will be a huge hit!”

“Zola Burger?”

“Oh, Zola is the name of my dead wife. She is Elise’s biological mother.”

Jafar flinched. I could feel the commotion too.

‘Japa-!!’

I felt like screaming like this.

Let’s be clear, Japha was not normal either. This Tajirun was so delicious that heteros*xuality was not a problem.

‘You like Paolo in this situation?’

Jafar’s tastes were… … surprisingly diverse, even when limited to human males. It almost seemed as if he liked all kinds of male human beings.

“Oh, it’s not like I still miss you. It’s just that I’m grateful. Thanks to Zola’s legacy and insurance money, I’ve been through a lot. Right now, what I like… … No, let’s stop this story here, haha.”

Paolo spoke naturally and flirted with Jafar. He knew that he had to gain Jafar’s s*xual favor in order to continue using him. I wondered if there was a man on the entire planet Novas who was as squeamish as him.

But after hearing Paolo’s words, Jaffa must have figured out one secret.

The closer you get to Paolo, the more awkward he becomes. He is insensitive to other people’s feelings, so he makes frequent mistakes in his speech.

‘It was Paolo who killed Zola.’

The reason must be money.