Monster Girl Development Master.

Vol's forehead twitched: "Or I could just kill you. Anyway, this mission only requires recording the success or failure of the ritual, and I don't need to interfere in any way."

Lizad covered his mouth and looked at Wall with innocent eyes, but his strange eyes made his action look more like he was cursing Wall.

Wall didn't care; he already had enough curses on him. His pale, frozen, dead-fish-like eyes flickered, looking in a direction different from Starry Night City: "I smell it. The Earl is at work."

"Let's go, maybe we can even get some of the Earl's leftovers."

Lizad became excited, and surprisingly, Wall did not object.

……

Red Deer Manor.

As its name suggests, the local specialty is red deer, and its main industries are hunting and animal products, making it a mid-range estate in terms of production within the Leon territory. In this trial of succession, he was assigned to Ron Leon, a son of Leon who had awakened his maternal bloodline, the [Wilderness Sparrow].

To be honest, he originally had no intention of vying for the earldom; his bloodline destined him for a difficult struggle, and even if he were to take the position, it would be hard to keep it. But the fine traditions of the Leon family made it impossible for him to back down, so he participated in Jem's attack on Johnson and also joined the anti-Johnson alliance.

Even so, he didn't think he could win; he only hoped to live until the winner was chosen and not be purged. Until the day he returned from the anti-Jonsson alliance and found the old man... he meant, his dear old father, Count Cross, waiting for him at his house.

Cross received him very warmly and told him that he had always believed he was the most suitable successor. This so-called successor trial was a deliberate arrangement to ensure his legitimate succession, which was why Red Deer Manor was specifically chosen for him. Cross declared that Jem, Angel, Johnson, and Clark were all inferior to him, Ron!

"But I'm only a level two bloodline user..."

Recalling his shameful and unwilling answer at the time, Ron's lips curled into a smile.

The orange-yellow candlelight flickered, illuminating the dark room. Crimson magic circles were densely packed, covering every corner. Ron was at the very center of the magic circles, slowly bowing as he smeared the foul-smelling deer blood on his face.

He recalled Kross, his dear old father's answer, his loving voice still ringing in his ears: "Don't be silly, Ron, how could I not know this? So I sought out the King, the great Titan King, and obtained a secret technique to enhance your bloodline. This technique can elevate your Forest Sparrow bloodline to the third level, the Crimson Flame Deer. All you need to do is perform a ritual..."

Ron had no doubts, even though according to bloodline theory, once a bloodline awakens, it is fixed and has no possibility of evolution. But what reason would Kross have to lie to him? He was just a level two bloodline user; even if he hadn't been killed by his brothers and sisters, he would at most become a country baron, which would be the pinnacle of his life. He was not even in the same league as a powerful earl or a minister of the kingdom.

Even if Cross wanted to kill him, he only needed to raise his hand slightly, so Ron did his best to complete the ritual. He personally hunted the most magnificent stag and the most beautiful doe in the vicinity, mixed their blood with his own, and drew the ritual in this secret chamber.

Now, he will complete the final step and be reborn!

The deer blood, which had already cooled down, fell on Ron's body and miraculously warmed up again, growing hotter and hotter. This bizarre scene thrilled Ron! Yes, the ritual really worked!

He will become a Level 3 bloodline user! He will become Earl Ryan! He will become a minister of the kingdom!!

Glory, wealth, and fame seemed within reach, but all Ron wanted to see at that moment was Cross, his father.

"Did you see that! I have—"

His strong body collapsed with a thud, his face, unmarked and bearing a genuine smile, still held a hint of lifelessness.

“I saw it, son.”

Kross stepped out from the corner. It was too easy for the Shadow Raven, who had awakened three times, to avoid the perception of the Woodpecker, who had awakened once.

He looked down at the corpse on the ground, his right hand hovering above Ron's head through the candlelight. Wisps of blood energy surged from it, pausing briefly before rushing towards Kross. His once fair and powerful hand gradually turned red under the influence of the blood energy, then transformed into a red and black bird claw.

If Johnson were present at this moment, he would be surprised to find that above Cross's head, a black raven was struggling incessantly, as if something was constantly binding and entangled it.

"As expected, it doesn't work. After awakening other bloodlines, the Shadow Raven blood becomes so weak that it's almost useless. But why did Zhuang Sen..." Kross withdrew his hand. He didn't need to come personally; the ritual was interconnected, and the blood energy here would naturally converge into the main array he had set up in his hometown. But he really wanted to know if the blood energy of Shadow Raven children who awakened other bloodlines would actually be more effective?

The truth is, of course, no; Zhuang Sen is indeed unique.

Kross suddenly felt an urge to drain Zhuang Sen dry right now, but he quickly suppressed it. This was not the first time, nor was it a sudden pang of conscience, nor was it out of fear of the Church of Vengeance. As long as he evolved to a level four bloodline and completed four awakenings, what did the Temple of Aranta matter?

He was simply paranoid. He had been in contact with the Bloodline Cult for a long time and had thoroughly studied the [Bloodline Tracing Sacrifice Ritual] before daring to use it himself. Now that Zhuang Sen, who should have died but hadn't, and who completely violated the theory of the ritual, had suddenly appeared, his paranoia naturally prevented him from taking any action rashly.

He didn't even dare to keep Zhuang Sen by his side. He smelled too good. A few drops of Zhuang Sen's blood were comparable to an entire unawakened Shadow Raven bloodline. He was afraid that he would lose control and devour Zhuang Sen whole, causing the ritual to fail.

"It's alright, I'll wait until I reach level four bloodline and complete my fourth awakening..."

Klose disappeared from the room.

Some time later, the secret room was opened again, and Wall and Lizad walked in.

Looking at the eerie scene inside, Lizad whistled, "Looks like it went well!"

Wall shook his head: "Get started quickly, and remember not to leave any traces."

"When it comes to food, I'm an expert, Wall!"

Lizad bent down, and his once decent head suddenly swelled up, dark green scales sprouting from his skin. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a lizard's head and bit down on Ron's neck.

Glug, glug, Ron's remaining blood, the blood of the Woodpecker, all poured into Lizard's mouth. And when Lizard got up, satisfied, Wall placed his pale, lifeless hand on Ron's head.

A moment later, the secret room returned to silence, leaving only a dried-up corpse with no visible injuries.

Chapter 43: Second Awakening

Zhuang Sen was now perfectly comfortable enjoying the face wash. Dantalian's full breasts remained soft even through her nun's habit, their rich, alluring fragrance perfectly relaxing him. Nia watched this scene, glanced down at her own breasts, and realized that, aside from size, her height made it impossible for her to wash Zhuang Sen's face.

The dwarf channeled his grief and anger into force, fiercely striking the sword embryo. Meanwhile, Dantalian, having replenished Zhuang Sen's energy, released him with powerful willpower, her eyes greedily fixed on him, yet a gentle voice flowed from her red lips: "Feeling better, Zhuang Sen?"

Someone's lecherous nature has been exposed, but the nun is not disappointed; on the contrary, she is rather happy because the object of her lust is her.

“I’m fine…” Zhuang Sen nodded habitually, but although Dantalian released him, she didn’t back down, so he slammed his head against Dantalian’s chest again. The soft, creamy, and bouncy texture made Zhuang Sen wonder for the umpteenth time: Does this world not have bras at all?

Perhaps this is also a business opportunity.

Zhuang Sen pondered for a long time without looking up, while Dantalian felt somewhat at a loss, frequently glancing at Nia, who was still hammering the sword blank. This was Zhuang Sen's legitimate wife, and compared to her, Dantalian seemed less assertive—for some reason, thinking of this made Dantalian feel even more excited.

The thought of her pressing Nia's husband against her chest right in front of Nia made her body heat up, and the impulse she felt every time she was with Zhuang Sen became stronger, making her unable to help but squeeze her legs together.

How could she do this? Goddess, forgive me.

The devout nun struggled with her prayers, her hands stiffly raised and slowly extended towards Zhuang Sen. But then Zhuang Sen looked up again: "By the way, Dantalian, you haven't settled in yet, have you? Let me take you there first—"

As her chest suddenly felt lighter, Dantalian, no longer burdened by Zhuang Sen, wrapped her arms around him and pulled him back down. Zhuang Sen's surprised and rapid breathing, passing through the thick but breathable fabric, hit Dantalian's chest, causing her face to flush.

She is shy, but not much.

However, meeting Nia's gaze, Dantalian didn't dare to continue. She released Zhuang Sen, whose face was still covered in the smell of milk, and said seriously, "Let's go, Zhuang Sen."

Zhuang Sen looked at Dantalian, whose face and eyes were filled with barely concealed desire, yet she was forcibly maintaining a saintly demeanor. He felt a thrill, but wondered if Dantalian would retaliate if she found out that he didn't need to hold back.

I need to improve my physical fitness as soon as possible, so as not to be exhausted by working myself to death for 24 hours straight.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Sen waved to Nia: "Nia, let's go, it's time for a drink."

The drink in question refers to Zhuang Sen's blood, which he has been feeding Nia every day for the past few days.

Nia, who hadn't intended to disturb Zhuang Sen while he was drinking Dantalian, couldn't help but lick her lips upon hearing this. She dropped the sword blank she had already forged and came to Zhuang Sen, saying, "Sister Dantalian, let's go! Zhuang Sen was talking about that~"

From Nia's wink, Dantalian unexpectedly understood what she meant, recalling the delicious meal she had tasted in the carriage.

She strode forward with her shapely, long legs, pulling the 1.7-meter-tall Zhuang Sen along like a young mother leading a child.

……

A moment later, in the main building of the manor, in Zhuang Sen's room.

A gleaming dagger sliced ​​through pale skin, and bright red blood flowed out, falling into the goblet in front of Nia. Then Johnson turned to Dantalian, reaching for her goblet, but his outstretched hand was restrained by another large hand.

Dantalian, her eyes slightly red, gripped Zhuang Sen's hands, her breath coming in short gasps as she lowered her head, her hot breath rippling the overflowing blood and releasing an even richer fragrance.

"Dantrian, how..."

Zhuang Sen looked at Dantalian with confusion, watching her stick out her pink tongue and lick his palm like a cat. The soft touch and delicate tickle combined made Zhuang Sen swallow hard. What's going on? Why does this scene feel so erotic?!

Dantalian quickly licked the spilled blood clean, but she wasn't satisfied. She then pressed her full, red lips against Zhuang Sen's palm. The palm of a person's hand is very warm, and Dantalian's body temperature was already lower than Zhuang Sen's. Zhuang Sen felt a cool, refreshing sensation in her palm, which made his blood flow even faster.

Glug, glug~

Nia finished her drink. She was usually very satisfied, but now she felt a little unsatisfied. It was as if the taste of drinking straight from the cup was not as good as the taste of drinking straight from the cup.

Dantalian had already focused both hands on Zhuang Sen's left hand, and her tongue had unknowingly turned into a bright red snake tongue, not only sucking on the wound on Zhuang Sen's palm, but also continuously wrapping around Zhuang Sen's five fingers. The sticky snake saliva made Zhuang Sen's five fingers wet and sticky, exuding a strong Dantalian scent, as if it had been marked as the property of the Holy Ramia.

The holy nun, dressed in her pristine habit, licked her hand with longing, her erratic breathing rising and falling, striking Zhuang Sen's fingers and, at the same time, striking his heart.

If Nia weren't still around, he would have definitely asked Dantalian for more "blood sleep".

But Nia was staring intently at him, and Zhuang Sen was too embarrassed to do that kind of thing in front of his wife. Moreover, the system had given him a shocking message.

Dwarven bloodline: 25%–28%

[Holy Lamia Bloodline: 14%-20%]

[Bloodline progress synchronized and completed]

[Bloodline of the Unranked Angels: 20% - 26%]

New illustration content has been unlocked.

[The bloodline of the Holy Lamia has reached the lower limit; the recipe for the Second Awakening Potion has been updated.]

As mentioned before, bloodline level determines the upper limit of awakening times, but that's only one aspect. Secondly, different bloodlines have different subsequent awakening times. If we set full bloodline development to 100%, then a level 5 bloodline only needs 20% development to undergo a second awakening, while a level 2 bloodline requires at least 50% development.

According to bloodline theory, this is because higher-level bloodlines possess more power, so 20% of the bloodline power of a lower-level bloodline is equivalent to 50% of the bloodline power of a lower-level bloodline.

However, developing a high-level bloodline is far more difficult than developing a low-level one. Reaching 20% ​​of the target for a level 5 bloodline takes about two years, roughly the same as reaching 50% for a level 2 bloodline, unless one brute-forces it with resources. But even then, success is impossible in just one or two months, because one must consider the body's capacity; rare and precious materials are not entirely harmless.

In short, what I'm trying to say is that Dantalian's progress has overturned the existing bloodline theory, and the reason seems to be... Zhuang Sen's blood.

However, Zhuang Sen was unaware of this at the moment. He only knew that his strength was about to increase again, and he just wanted to see what materials were needed for the second awakening potion.

[Sacred Lamia Bloodline Second Awakening Potion: Main ingredient: 400 ml of Zhuang Sen's Blood; Auxiliary ingredients: 3 mature Snake Whisper Flowers, a handful of St. John's Grass powder, 300 ml of Starlight Solvent...]

Chapter 44: The Wall of Earth Elementals (3082 words)

"What's wrong, Zhuang Sen?"

Dantalian asked Zhuang Sen, who was suddenly looking at her with burning eyes, with concern, "Is he feeling it again?" She subconsciously glanced at Nia, who had already finished drinking and had been watching the show, and her pink tongue involuntarily licked the bloodstains on her lips, making her already full red lips even more vivid and alluring.

But Zhuang Sen felt a bit silly. He had never even seen someone who didn't realize that his bloodline had improved. Bloodline practitioners are very sensitive to changes in their bloodline concentration, otherwise they wouldn't be able to pinpoint the percentage.

He cast a healing spell, and at the same time reached out to wipe the blood from Dantalian's lips: "Dantalian, don't you feel any changes in your body?"

"Really?" Dantalian hesitated for a moment, released Zhuang Sen's hand, closed her eyes to meditate, and then opened her mouth slightly in surprise: "My bloodline has reached..."

"Congratulations, Dantalian, you're about to awaken for the second time." Zhuang Sen withdrew his hand. "I'll prepare the potion. I didn't expect you to be here so quickly, and I've been quite busy before."

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Zhuang Sen." Having drunk her fill of Zhuang Sen's blood, Lamia's domineering nature subsided. The gentle and shy nun looked at the bloodstains on Zhuang Sen's hands, pursed her lips, and lowered her head, suppressing the urge to suck on those fair, slender fingers, which were not even as thick as hers.

Nia cupped her round face in her hands, smiling with narrowed eyes, finding it all quite amusing. Dantalian was clearly so obsessed with Zhuang Sen's blood, even refusing to use a cup, yet the slightest change in Zhuang Sen's expression caused her to react, and even become so nervous. Why had these two been dragging this out until now?

The dwarf, inheriting the fine traditions of her race, watched the two silently tugging at each other with amusement. She was starting to understand those older dwarf sisters in the inheritance ceremony—ha, little virgins!

However, she actually awakened a second time. Level 5 bloodline is really good... Although she doesn't envy Dantalian for licking Zhuang Sen's hand, Nia envies Dantalian's strength. She also wants to help Zhuang Sen more!

The mature and composed older sister, Nia, felt a pang of envy and melancholy.