Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Thinking of this, Alman became carefree.

"If I could get the complete Book of Daevara, I might be able to see a more distant and detailed future...about myself, about Elsa Faris, about this continent, about this world...ah, how wonderful it is, to be able to see everything in the present and the future, like a god in this world."

Alman was still immersed in his own fantasy until he heard footsteps. He suddenly looked up and saw a slender figure emerging from the dim candlelight.

After just one glance, Alman withdrew his gaze, changed his sitting posture, put the wine glass in his hand to the corner of his lips and took a sip.

"leader."

The man walked straight to Alman's seat and bowed respectfully. Compared with Alman, who looked relaxed and even a little happy, his face was a little gloomy.

"Oh, Tate, you're back."

Alman glanced at him and spoke softly.

Tate was once an inconspicuous fellow under the old chief. He was of the blood of a marquis and had some unique insights into blood slave magic, but he had a weird personality, was arrogant, and often looked down on others. Most importantly, Tate was ambitious and scheming. Unlike Parag, who was loyal to the old chief but had a single-minded mind and was easily manipulated and sent to his death, Tate was the kind of person who was not easily manipulated - the same type of person as Alman.

If almost all the people under the old leader had not died, leaving Alman with no one available, he would never have promoted such a person as a "confidant".

Since the old leader and those loyal followers were killed by Dammas, more than half of the old members of the organization who remained were guys like Tate.

Although Alman had carried out many cleanups, both openly and secretly, the current organization was not strong enough and lacked manpower, and Alman also needed these people to work for him. Therefore, except for guys like Palag who were obviously treacherous, Alman did not go to extremes. Instead, he relied on benefits or interests to recruit a large number of vampires like Tate as his subordinates.

Of course, this relationship was not reliable. If a major crisis occurred, Alman had no doubt that Tate would take advantage of him.

So Yarman was always on guard against Tate.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Alman's attitude was much more indifferent than before.

A few days ago, Alman would have put on a welcoming smile to keep these "confidants" loyal to him—at least on the surface, he wanted to be impeccable as the new leader. But today was different. Now that he knew of his bright future, Tate's usefulness to him was greatly reduced.

He was no longer bothered to pamper Tate.

He is the leader.

Tate also noticed the change in Alman's attitude towards him, which had been the same in recent days. He looked at Alman deeply and bowed again.

"Chief, the four blood slaves we sent to Bolmo are all dead, including the rest of the advance troops."

Tate said.

"died?"

Alman was slightly surprised, then nodded indifferently.

The blood slaves sent to Bolmo were all his elite, with extraordinary combat prowess and stealth capabilities, because the arrangements there were related to his most important plan. He was indeed a little surprised when these people died.

Bolmo is the only large seaport city on the west coast, close to Bolmo Bay. If one wants to sail to the island as planned, Bolmo is the only place they must pass through. It is probably the only place on the entire west coast where one can get a long-distance ship, a sturdy long-distance ship, and an icebreaker. Those are necessary preparations if one wants to cross the frozen offshore waters and cross the dangerous stormy seas.

As for how to succeed, it is very simple. They, the vampires, are better than anyone else at blending into the crowd. Whether it is coercion, bribery, or disguise and lurking, they have many means. They are like termites, and they only need a small gap to take advantage of it. Alman is very confident about this - no one will notice anything unusual, because until leaving the shore, they will not target the sailors and captains, but will only hide them in the cabin as "cargo". As long as they make arrangements, no one will even check. Those merchants all do this.

Once you leave the port and head for the endless ocean, the sky is high and the birds fly freely - the ocean is vast and even an experienced captain may lose his way, let alone find someone.

"They had already gotten intelligence about the port, but were ambushed last night. According to reports from those who went to investigate, the attackers didn't seem to be from the Kingdom or the Empire, but rather vampires like us. The blood slaves were drained dry. This doesn't seem like human behavior."

Tate continued:

"And the intelligence they obtained was also lost. That intelligence is very important. I request that people be dispatched immediately to search and intercept it, recover the intelligence, and make those hateful attackers pay the price."

The death of the blood slave is actually unimportant; what matters is the intelligence they obtained.

And Tate also needed to get more real power from Yarman, so he exaggerated some of his words.

He believed that since this was an important matter concerning the port, Alman would definitely take it seriously and naturally wouldn't turn a blind eye to his request. Indeed, if it had been a few days ago, Alman would have been anxious, but now he just nodded slightly, not at all surprised or annoyed.

"Oh, then, do as you wish."

He said to Tate nonchalantly.

Tate was stunned.

Given his understanding of Alman, how could Alman not ask anything? Of course, this was exactly what he wanted, but things were going so smoothly that he felt uneasy, as if he had missed something important.

"Why, do you have anything else to do?"

"No, no..."

"Then go down and don't disturb my rest."

Alman no longer paid attention to Tate because he already knew that Bolmo's plan would not go smoothly.

Prophecy is absolute.

His plan would fail, his struggles unable to defy fate. So, he simply ignored it. Fighting fate? Could anyone truly do such a thing? Hadn't even a powerful vampire duke like the old leader died?

So Alman is very open-minded and just plays badly and waits for fate to come as expected.

I won’t die anyway, so I’ll just be a slave.

Alman is not afraid of anything and can give up anything, but he is unwilling to die.

Tate left worriedly. He thought for a long time and looked back at Alman, but saw that Alman's attention was focused on the parchment again, and he couldn't help frowning.

There is definitely a problem, but what exactly is it?

"Gather the men and follow me to Bormo."

He said to his men.

……

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514. Take Refuge (4K5)

Alman was right in his guess: Aschero had some plans for him, which was why he had promised him a way to cross the Stormy Sea. But he didn't know that Aschero wasn't after the power he held, but was pushing him out as a target to attract Elsa's attention.

Ascherlo had indeed cooperated with the old chief on many occasions. The Northern Blood Clan Organization headed by the old chief was one of the important chess pieces under Ascherlo, but when they failed in the Battle of Dammas, these blood clansmen were destined to become abandoned pawns.

In fact, even Brucifa, who is also one of the demon generals, was included in Ascelo's calculations, and Brucifa had no idea about the whole plan of Ascelo.

In his opinion, he was just running for the demons to return again.

And, under Aschero's deliberate guidance, Duke of Chalbris also received an important message.

"Lady Faris! Lady Faris! The people I sent to Bolmo have made a new discovery. They found several blood slaves there. They look like——"

Duke Chalbliss rushed to the hall, but saw only a few vampires lying on the ground, laughing miserably, not knowing what they were doing. He glanced around but didn't see Elsa, so he swallowed the words he was about to say.

"Cough cough."

He coughed twice, and several vampires looked up.

Eyes wide open.

Chalbliss put away his attentive smile and became extremely serious: "What are you guys doing kneeling here?"

"We are cleaning up the blood..."

Chalbliss saw that they were each holding a rag and a bucket, and there was a faint bloodstain on the floor where Palag's body had been placed.

"Can't you just use magic to clean it up?"

"I've cleaned it... but Lord Alman said we can't leave any trace of blood because Lord Bran wouldn't like it, so..."

Chalbris's eye twitched.

This damn Alman, it's none of his business if he wants to please Elsa, but the damn Alman doesn't do it himself and instead orders his subordinates to show their courtesy to Elsa.

Very good, the teeth are hard.

But Chalbliss couldn't say anything about this. He couldn't stop it, could he? Otherwise, if Aisha really blamed them for not cleaning up the blood, he wouldn't be able to hold it back.

"Then continue," Chalbliss took a deep breath to calm his blood pressure, then asked, "Have you seen Lady Faris?"

"she went out."

The vampires said as they lay on the ground.

"Why so sudden?"

Something suddenly occurred to Charlbliss. "Is she alone?"

"No, Lord Alman was also dragged out by her, and it seems that the Sage was also with him..."

……

At this time, Alman was held by the collar by Elsa with one hand and flying rapidly in the sky.

The biting cold wind formed a layer of frost on his face. Even though he was a vampire, he was shivering from the cold.

The magic cold wave in the far north is not ordinary cold weather. Even dragons dare not go too deep into the far north ice field. You can imagine what kind of torture Alman is suffering at this time.

Tricia followed beside Elsa, flying at the same speed as her.

After Alman had made some gains, Elsa found Tricia and started hunting directly - this kind of thing could have been left to Chalbliss, but in fact, as long as the purpose was clear, it would not take long for Elsa to go around the entire North Country herself, and the efficiency would be much higher.

So Elsa naturally didn't bother to let Charlblis waste time.

"Elsa, there are a few people ahead, let's go down and take a look."

Suddenly, Tricia spoke.

In the snowy field in the distance, several figures were moving slowly forward, and Elsa had already noticed them.

"me and you togather."

They descended rapidly, and Alman was finally able to catch his breath - the cold current in the sky was rich in magic elements, and was much more deadly than the snow on the ground, whose magic elements had dissipated over who knows how many days.

When they reached the ground, Elsa no longer had to carry Alman, and the feeling of being grounded almost made him cry.

At this time, Aisha and Tricia were not far away from those figures.

"They are not blood slaves."

Tricia took a look with her magical vision and came to a conclusion.

"Then let's move on."

Elsa picked up Alman, who had a miserable look on his face and had not yet recovered from his shock, and disappeared with a jump.

In fact, every time Elsa and Tricia saw someone suspicious, they would move closer to confirm. The effective observation distance of Tricia's magic vision would change with the environment. Generally speaking, Tricia's magic vision could see the changes in the magic aura dozens of kilometers away, but in this snowy land, this distance was greatly reduced.

Because of the influence of the Far North cold wave magic, the chaotic cold wave magic in the air will directly obscure Tricia's magical vision. The closer to the Far North where the magic is dense, the more Tricia's vision is obstructed, as if she is in smog.

However, this is already the most efficient way to identify.

"I saw someone again."

Aisha aimed in one direction and fell, and Tricia followed.

In the distance, a frozen river stretched across the horizon. On the other side of the frozen river, several people stayed on the shore, apparently chiseling ice to get water.

Snow with excessive magical energy shouldn't be melted and drunk directly. Unless one carries a magical device for extraction and purification, drinking such water will undoubtedly lead to illness—this is common knowledge for those who frequently venture outside. In the North, if one wants to drink healthy water, one must find a river, break the ice, and tap into the clean water below. One can also fish for a few to satisfy hunger.

These people are doing this kind of thing, and it looks pretty ordinary.

But Tricia spoke up: "They are blood slaves."

The next moment, Elsa's foot shattered the ice. The violent impact instantly blasted fine cracks across the vast frozen river surface. The next moment, the wind and snow surged, and Elsa's figure appeared before one of the men.

The man was catching fish one second and the next he was in Elsa's hands, with a look of shock on his face, not even understanding what was happening.

"I found you. Tell me, where is your leader?"

"Leader? What leader? I don't know what you are talking about..."

"he does not know."

The blood slave wanted to pretend to be confused, but was suddenly interrupted by Adele's voice. The blood slave was startled and looked around but didn't see who was talking.

Aisha threw him down.

At this time, the whistling sound of the wind chased Elsa. With a rumbling vibration, the thick ice on the river surface broke and turned over piece by piece. A large amount of river water gushed out from below, and the broken ice piled up like scum.

The blood slave's scalp tingled when he saw this.

There were a few other people around who were also frightened by Elsa's sudden appearance. Some of them had a stern look in their eyes, put their hands on their waists and touched the daggers. Some of them took a few steps back and prepared to escape when they saw that the situation was not good.

Aisha looked at the blood slave fishing and said, "Let me ask you another question. Why did you become a blood slave? Was it voluntary? Or was there some hardship?"

"I, I really don't know what you are talking about..."

He certainly couldn't admit it.