Spellcasting Gods

"If you think this is good news, then it is good news. Although, in my opinion, he didn't contribute anything to your birth or growth except for providing a sperm, you two are genetically naturally close. But I'm a little curious, though, how would he react if he knew you were like this? Would he come and rage at me? Or would he become even more despondent? Just thinking about it makes me curious..."

Chapter 0593 The Flower of Sin About to Bloom

On the top floor of the "Violet House," Zhang Cheng sat in the innermost office, flipping through several intelligence reports that had just been delivered with great interest. After two or three minutes, he looked up and asked, "So, my nominal father hasn't been living alone all these years, but has instead built a completely new family?"

“Yes, Master. According to my investigation, he remarried a female diver named Riba eight years ago and they live together. They also have an adopted daughter who is not related to him by blood. This time, he returned to New York with his adopted daughter, Tanya,” Polman replied calmly.

As the de facto manager of the vast underground system in New York State, this slightly overweight middle-aged man has shed his former cautious and meticulous manner in a short period of time, replacing it with a mature and steady demeanor.

Although he might not be as good as the "knight" guarding the entrance downstairs in terms of combat power, he is far superior to most lords and councilors in terms of management and intelligence gathering.

After the consolidation of Brooklyn, New York, taxes have more than doubled, and an intelligence network covering the entire state of New York is under construction.

Their infiltration and control over the world of ordinary people is more severe than when any member of parliament was in office. They can easily influence the election results of mayors and governors with just a single sentence.

The reason is simple: Zhang Cheng is not one of those self-proclaimed superior individuals. He understands how fast technology is developing in the ordinary world, with all sorts of terrifying and destructive weapons emerging one after another. If he could secretly control the nuclear button, it would be a good trump card even when facing those gods who awaken from their slumber in the future.

Of course, this is not an easy task, and Polman's almost flawless memory modification ability is the key to it.

Looking at the guy who still maintained his lawyer persona, Zhang Cheng nodded slightly: "Okay, I understand. Also, is his memory okay? I don't want to experience the embarrassment of being exposed to my face."

“No problem! I made the changes months ago.” Polman gave his assurance without hesitation.

"Let's leave that matter here for now. Next, let's talk about the vampire slave trade. Tell me, how many councilors have agreed to our proposal, and what conditions have they offered?" Zhang Cheng placed his hands on the table, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

Upon hearing this, Polman instinctively shuddered and replied in a low voice, "As per your request, I have contacted eight members of the Supreme Council, and most of them have agreed to cooperate. As for their requests, they are naturally various high-grade potions, and three of the members specifically mentioned longevity potions."

"Hmph! Just as I expected. Agree to their demands, and I'll give you some potions as a deposit later. Remember, I don't want those trash created through the Embrace; I want pure-blooded nobles truly born through the Dark Ritual." Zhang Cheng pursed his lips, a cold smile appearing on his face.

Clearly, as the succubus Renes began attempting to cultivate an army of shadow sorcerers, she naturally needed more test subjects.

To ensure the fighting strength of this spellcaster legion, he didn't mind emulating the Europeans of yesteryear who traded black slaves, making the entire vampire race their target.

Of course, all of this will be done in secret, and no one else will know except for a few people involved.

Anyway, vampires don't have much say in the underworld. As long as you don't push them too hard all at once, they shouldn't dare to risk being besieged and annihilated by launching a rebellion.

“Understood! However, I don’t know much about vampire bloodlines, so you’ll need to send me an assistant.” Polman made his request directly.

“Alright! I will have the fallen angel Samir and her companions assist you later. Don’t worry, if anyone dares to lay a hand on you, I will make them taste blood and death.”

There was no doubt that Zhang Cheng was well aware of how dangerous the sale of vampire slaves was, but he showed no sign of backing down.

In fact, if the evolution potion weren't still not fully perfected, he would have chosen a war-torn region, such as the Middle East or Africa, and used the potion to enable ordinary people to tolerate the fel energy's manic and twisted power, thus building a new Burning Legion of hundreds of millions.

“Thank you so much! I swear, whatever your plans may be in the future, I will follow in your footsteps without hesitation.” Polman placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

He wasn't a fool; he knew that the powerful young man before him was abandoning the council system and secretly building an army completely loyal to him.

What is the purpose of the military?

Of course, it's used to start wars!

It is foreseeable that when this army grows to a certain size, it will no longer remain silent, but will instead launch a bloody war powerful enough to overthrow the existing system of the underworld.

“Loyalty is a precious quality! If you can continue to be like this, I guarantee you will be rewarded in the end. Go on with your work, and while you're at it, call Urban Best over here for me.” With that, Zhang Cheng raised his arm and waved.

Without saying a word, Polman bowed slightly, turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out.

About five minutes later, Urban Best walked in, smiling and teasing, "What, have you recently given me another good prey like the Vampire Duke?"

Admiring the intense hunger for killing and blood in the other person's eyes, Zhang Cheng gently shook his head: "No! I hope you go to Europe, deliver a few letters for me, and then create some minor chaos."

"Oh? Could you explain in more detail?" Urban's face showed surprise.

“It’s very simple! I hope the trade in vampire slaves can be launched simultaneously worldwide. As we all know, Europe is the birthplace and stronghold of vampires. How can we give up such a high-quality source of goods? All you have to do is send my goodwill to a few European parliamentarians, and then create some friction to make the inhabitants of the underworld start to hate vampires,” Zhang Cheng explained calmly.

“I see, I think I understand.” Urban nodded thoughtfully.

"Don't go too far! If you really offend those old monsters, you can seek refuge with Congressman John," Zhang Cheng advised as a final reminder.

He believed that Faust's strength was more than enough to protect his men.

Urban licked his lips greedily: "Hehe! You know, I love excitement and challenges. Only the feeling of brushing shoulders with death, and the moment of piercing the heart of a powerful enemy, can give me an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Hunting in unfamiliar environments is when a hunter and assassin's true skills are truly tested."

Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Be careful! Don't die, I don't want to cross the Atlantic to avenge you."

“Death? No! How could I die! I am the messenger who brings fear and death to the enemy…”

Chapter 0594 Party

After finalizing the acquisition of vampire slaves, Zhang Cheng ate a simple yet substantial lunch. He then began dealing with various trivial matters throughout New York State, especially approving the granting of lord titles to those who voluntarily surrendered and met the basic requirements.

After all, only by dividing up the territories can the ruling system established by the council function properly, with the subordinate lords being responsible for handling various emergencies and troubles, rather than doing everything themselves.

This alone wasted at least three and a half hours.

In addition, he also had to review the enormous amount of "taxes".

It's important to know that New York State is one of the three wealthiest states in the United States, with a monthly revenue of over 60,000 gold dinars. Half of this revenue is turned over to the Supreme Court, while the other half is at the discretion of the legislators.

As for US dollars, there are countless amounts!

The legal portion alone amounts to over $2.67 billion per month, not to mention the illegal portion, which consists of bundles of greenbacks enough to fill an entire warehouse.

Fortunately, while becoming a member of the Supreme Council, Zhang Cheng also inherited the entire underground world's massive money laundering system, including several nationally renowned banks. These banks were originally established specifically to launder money for members of Congress and lords; otherwise, even if Tracy worked himself to death, he probably wouldn't have been able to launder even a tenth of the money.

After going through a series of complicated and cumbersome operations, this money will be deposited into accounts registered with hundreds of thousands or even millions of false information. When needed, payment can be completed simply by entering the corresponding account number and password.

Because the funds are dispersed and not connected to each other, even if the government investigates, the loss will be at most tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of US dollars, and there is no need to worry about the huge amount of funds being frozen all at once.

Of course, as someone who prefers to spend his time on research and learning, it's not that he doesn't want to delegate all these troublesome tasks to his subordinates, but rather that Tracy is still too inexperienced and simply cannot manage the enormous assets that are increasing every month like a true professional.

However, once a professional team is established, the situation should improve immediately.

Unfortunately, he still has to deal with these troublesome matters personally, especially the part to be submitted to the Supreme Council, which cannot be delayed even for a day.

After all, the order and rule of the underworld are maintained by these riches.

For example, if a lord wants someone to do something for him, he must pay them a corresponding reward.

Similarly, when councilors recruit lords to fight their enemies, they also need to pay them sufficient compensation; it's not as simple as just talking to them to get them to willingly risk their lives.

It's important to understand that even with a severe shortage of manpower, Zhang Cheng's monthly salary for just over two hundred "knights" exceeded 150 million US dollars, not even counting the additional costs incurred during emergency mobilization.

By the time all this was done, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and it was completely dark.

He didn't linger, quickly left the building, and drove back to his Long Island villa.

Just as I pushed open the door and entered the living room, I suddenly heard a faint, noisy commotion coming from upstairs, along with unrestrained laughter.

"Hahahaha! Remember the look on Nanny's face when she saw us get into the sports car? It was absolutely hilarious!"

"That's right! I guarantee she'll probably be too scared to even come to school tomorrow."

“Well done, Elizabeth! From this day forward, you are the Queen of St. Jonas High School. Anyone who dares to oppose you is opposing all of us.”

"Cheers to friendship!"

"cheers!"

……

Hearing these almost childish remarks, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sigh, immediately realizing that Elizabeth must have brought those friends who used to live in the poor neighborhood back home.

However, he had no intention of interfering with the gathering of these young men and women; after all, everyone has a youthful and impetuous past.

Besides, these guys are just drinking low-alcohol beer, champagne, and red wine; they're not using any highly harmful narcotics. Let them be.

Before Zhang Cheng could even change his clothes, a drunken, overweight girl suddenly appeared at the corner on the second floor, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Elizabeth! Your boyfriend is back!"

She shouted!

Suddenly, seven or eight young students, around sixteen or seventeen years old, ran out of the second-floor reception room. Among them were white people, black people, and even one Latino.

Their only thing in common was that they had both drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and their gait was somewhat unsteady.

"My God! When did you get back?"

Elizabeth, her face flushed, shivered suddenly, like a little girl who had done something wrong and was waiting for her parents to scold her, and ran down quickly.

"Just got back! How was your first day of school?" Zhang Cheng took out a handkerchief and wiped the wine stains off the girl's chest.

“Um…they’re quite nice. I’m sorry I brought them back without your permission,” Elizabeth replied softly.

Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head: "No, it's nothing, as long as you're happy. Besides, isn't it a bit too boring to just drink with guests? Maybe I should make a call and throw a party."

"A party?!" Elizabeth stared wide-eyed in surprise, completely unable to believe that her boyfriend had said that.

She knew very well how much Zhang Cheng hated noisy atmospheres, especially what most Americans considered "parties," which he regarded as mental pollution and utter garbage.

"Yes! What, you don't like it?" Zhang Cheng took out his phone with a half-smile and dialed the office number of the duty manager of "Violet House".

A few seconds later, a middle-aged man's voice came from the other end: "Hello? Boss! What can I do for you?"

"I'm about to throw a party at home! I want a lively atmosphere! Can you handle that?" Zhang Cheng asked directly.

"Of course! Absolutely no problem! That's exactly what we do!" The manager gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

"Very good! Hurry up! I'm waiting for you!" With that, Zhang Cheng quickly hung up the phone.

"My God? A party in a luxury villa? That's an amazing idea!" A young Black man, who had no idea what was going on, jumped up excitedly.

"Yay! We can have a blast tonight!" Another young girl with short black hair excitedly pumped her fist.

Before long, the young people started singing and dancing wildly as they rushed into the garden, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the motorcade.

Only Elizabeth frowned and cautiously probed, "Why do you do this? You clearly don't like it!"

"It's nothing! I'm just trying to integrate into normal life, that's all. Besides, I don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of your friends," Zhang Cheng whispered in the girl's ear.

"Thank you..." A blush appeared on Elizabeth's face.

"No, you're welcome. In return, I hope you'll wear that outfit again sometime next month..."

Chapter 0595 Using a hen to lay eggs

For American high school students, a party equals alcohol, attractive men and women, seductive sexual innuendo, unrestrained venting, and some narcotics that make them happy.

Although Zhang Cheng did not meet their expectations for the last point, he did not miss any of the previous points.

Accompanied by upbeat music, more than sixty young men and women partied until 2:30 a.m. before reluctantly boarding the bus to go home.