The warm and healing everyday life of an ordinary human landlord and his nonhuman tenants in a century-old house, with a little world-saving on the side.
“So you're saying you're a vampire?”
“Yes.”
“A vampire who's lived for 9,700 years?”
“By your reckoning, more or less. But by vampire standards, I'm still in my girlhood.”
“...”
Chen Nianzu looked at the silver-haired girl before him. She barely reached his shoulder, wore a faded dress, and was seriously counting the crumpled bills in her hand. He fell into deep thought.
Then he asked a question inspired by his programmer's way of thinking:
“So, do you need to charge?”
The girl looked at him as if he'd insulted her. “I'm a vampire, not a robot vacuum.”
“Oh.” Chen Nianzu nodded. “Then one last question...”
“Go ahead.”
“Are you sure you can afford the rent?”
The girl fell silent.
She was silent for a long time.
So long that Chen Nianzu thought she was about to transform.
Then she spoke, her voice carrying the weight of 9,700 years:
“...Could I pay part of it with magic?”
Chen Nianzu would look back on that moment countless times afterward and think:
This was probably when his “ordinary life as a landlord” completely fell apart.
I hope there will be more non-human beauties 😳
Vampires and werewolves should be opposites, but huskies don't count 🤦