Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Of course Alman knew that Fisher was sent here by the old leader not for his enjoyment, but to work for the organization. Fisher's hands were stained with countless human blood - that was not the voluntary form of blood transaction allowed by the empire, but life.

How could Elsa let him go when he has so much blood on his hands?

It was a mercy to let him live for another month.

When Alman thought of himself, he suddenly felt sad - if that were the case, he might die here too.

But Elsa looked at her expression and did not interrogate her. She did not need to interrogate her. Tricia had already read through Alman's memories. Elsa just suddenly said:

"I'm not planning on killing you right now."

"what?"

Alman was stunned at first, then his eyes suddenly brightened up, and he was even about to cry.

"Thank you, Lady Faris!"

But...why?

Why not kill yourself?

Before Alman could think about it, a corpse appeared in front of him. The moment he saw the corpse, Alman was stunned.

"This is... my clone!?"

The corpse before him looked exactly like him, but devoid of life.

He thought Aisha had destroyed his body, but now it seems that she hasn't?

"But I can't let you go just yet. Please take this origin bloodline. I hope you can recover some of your strength as soon as possible and continue to work for me."

This... doesn't seem to be what I imagined.

But who cares, at least he's alive!

Alman was almost crazy with joy. Seeing Duke Charlblis finally break free from Elsa's control and regain his freedom, and seeing Baron Fisher and his men being crushed to death one by one by Elsa, the ups and downs of his emotions made Alman feel like he had experienced several centuries. He thought he was going to die, but at this moment he was alive again. How could he not be happy?

At least, there's hope, isn't it? As for whether or not to work under Aisha...hasn't he always been like this?

But how did she know the secret of the clone technique...

"Thanks……"

"Don't thank me, just absorb it quickly, this source is already dissipating."

Tricia interrupted Alman, and Alman suddenly felt a little strange, but he couldn't think about it anymore. Being alive is better than being dead. Now he felt as if he had survived a disaster and was full of gratitude.

So he immediately pierced the chest of the corpse with his palm, activated the secret method of clone, and quickly took back the origin.

And at the moment when the origin returned to his soul, he suddenly trembled all over, and an extremely uncomfortable feeling surged in his heart.

He looked up in panic and saw Aisha and Tricia examining him and laughing.

"It's OK. The mark has been integrated into his body."

Tricia said to Aisha.

"From now on, he will never be able to disobey your orders."

"what?"

Alman was confused.

"Ah, ah?!" He was so scared that he stood up immediately.

No, this is different from what he imagined!

"No, it's impossible! It shouldn't be like that... How did you do it?" Alman subconsciously refuted, but when he caught a glimpse of "his" own corpse, he suddenly understood something and said in horror: "Could it be... me, my origin? You implanted a control mark in my origin? No, that's not right... How could you possibly unlock my secret technique, you..."

Halfway through his speech, Alman was stunned.

Yes, the person in front of me is Tricia, the secret sage. Although Tricia is not a vampire and cannot directly use the power of vampires, Tricia masters the unreasonable "magic control" and has seen "his" memories with her own eyes. Is it difficult for the most powerful magic user to crack the secret of clones?

At this moment, he suddenly understood everything.

"Alright, you'll stay here for the time being. I've already cleaned out all of Fisher's men. The remaining ones aren't guilty of anything punishable by death. I want you to recruit them back. Can you do that?"

Aisha restrained her smile and said lightly.

As Aisha finished speaking, Alman felt as if his soul was put in shackles and he could not disobey.

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530. One look and you'll know... (4K6)

On this day, Tate was in a good mood for the first time in a long time.

There was no special reason, he just felt very good when he heard that Alman was not doing well.

After Count Badu arrived at the port of Bormo yesterday, several more cadres and a group of vampires arrived one after another and came to join him - among them there were some powerful earls and even quasi-marquises. It can be said that this is almost the most powerful force in the organization today.

At first, Tate suspected that this was some conspiracy carefully designed by Alman, and did not accept them immediately. Later, he found out that Alman and his subordinates were now alienated, and no one was willing to follow Alman anymore. Seeing that Alman's condition was getting worse and worse, they naturally began to seek other ways out, so this scene happened.

Tate finally felt relieved, so he gathered the vampire cadres who had come to join him and settled them in the winery.

He has become the new "leader" in a real sense.

It’s a pity that I don’t have any relics of the old leader.

At this time, in the cellar of the manor, a group of vampires gathered together to exchange information with each other.

"Yarman is still clinging to those relics, so we don't have a chance to take them... When I left, Nurak had already gathered a group of people and was ready to make a move. They've got their eyes on that thing. I estimate that when most of the people around Arman have left, that will be the right time for him to attack Arman and take the treasure."

A vampire named Frederick said to everyone.

He was one of the people who left later, so the news he brought was more specific and comprehensive, letting Tate know the predicament that Alman was in now - when Frederick left, there were only a few dozen people left around Alman, and some of them had already been pried open by Nurak. It was almost foreseeable that those who stayed behind would eventually erupt in fierce conflict.

He didn't want to leave at first because he was of average strength, not a cadre, and very timid. He was afraid that after leaving the forest he would be targeted like those blood slaves.

But the situation at the time was beyond his control. The people who stayed behind had already been divided into two opposing factions. How could a neutral person like him possibly make peace? So he had no choice but to leave.

Fortunately, the journey was safe.

When faced with Tate's questions, he told him everything he knew, hoping to gain Tate's appreciation.

After hearing what Frederick said, Tate felt happy.

Seeing this, Frederick hesitated for a moment and said, "Then... sir, should we think of a way to make Nulak spit out those things?"

As soon as these words were spoken, most of the people present showed a hint of greed in their eyes.

Those were the old leader's relics. The organization had been operating for many years, and who knew how many valuable things were inside! Anyone who had followed the old leader would definitely be tempted by them.

"No," Tate shook his head firmly, rejecting the proposal. He glanced at them deeply and said, "Nurak? He can't eat that stuff—not just him, but us too. Don't forget, that devilish nun is already hunting us. Are you running back at this time? Are you afraid of not making a scene? Or do you think you've lived too long? Remember this: people die for money, and birds die for food."

Tate was calm.

Alman's situation is now hopeless, and his name will probably never appear again in the future. Tate is naturally happy, but Tate is also very clear that the current situation does not allow him to be too optimistic.

After all, the biggest threat still exists, hanging over our heads like a sharp sword at all times.

Tate took no chances.

He was now the de facto leader, and the most powerful of them all. As long as he could escape this crisis unscathed, he could surely make a comeback. The old leader had built his business from humble beginnings, building it up. Tate, only in his middle age, still had so many people at his disposal. If he took the time to manage his business, he'd have what he needed.

What he has to do now is to recruit and place these people as quickly as possible, let them work for him, fill the staff vacancies, and complete the plan at the harbor as soon as possible.

Then escape to the mainland by boat.

As long as this plan is implemented one day earlier, their success rate will be higher. As long as they survive, everything will be fine. He wants to be safe and there is no need to take the risk of dying for those treasures.

Everyone looked at each other. Although some people were still eager to make a move, they all agreed with this statement.

"Everyone has been exhausted from the journey. Please take a few days to rest."

Tate said.

"I will find a way to arrange new identities for you and put you into my plan. I hope you will cooperate with me."

Tate was already thinking far ahead.

He did not use his identity as the winery steward to bring these vampires directly into the city. After all, they were too conspicuous to the residents living here - they had white skin and were tall. Although they looked no different from ordinary people after being disguised, the problem was that 70% to 80% of the residents living here were short, muscular Utes.

If there were only one or two, it would be fine. There were also many other humans living in the harbor, including merchants, travelers, adventurers, sailors... Tate would not be suspected.

But if too many outsiders suddenly appear, it will easily attract other people's attention.

"You guys come here."

Finally, Tai selected a few people to take away.

……

At the same time, the other vampires who stayed in the living room looked at each other in silence for a long time.

They finally arrived at the port of Bolmo and took refuge with Tate, but they were actually a little unsure in their hearts - they didn't know whether this was right or wrong. After all, they just wanted to survive and live a better life. It didn't matter who they followed, as long as their leader could bring them benefits.

They knew very well that the reason why Alman was nice to them was largely because there was no one else around Alman and he needed to balance the forces within the organization, which highlighted their value.

But it’s different around Tate, Tate has his own power.

Suddenly, someone spoke up: "Actually, I received a message from Alman on the way here."

The speaker was a cadre named Prado Shaquille, a member of the Shaquille tribe. He was one of the few who had left Alman later, even later than Frederick, but he hadn't told anyone about it because he didn't want Tate to notice.

He was cautious.

"Arman?"

"Yes, did you get it?"

Prado Shaquille asked.

They no longer call Alman their leader, but they are still quite reserved about this name - unlike the so-called cadres who were promoted later, Alman was once the right-hand man of the old leader and had a high status. Before becoming their leader, he was already a superior.

Although he has decided not to follow Alman anymore, the hierarchy ingrained in his bones is still obvious.

"Me too."

Some agreed, while others shook their heads and asked curiously, "I didn't—what did he say?"

The people who received the message were the last group to leave. Only they were still within the range of the communication magic when they left. As for the others, they could not receive it. In the past, the communication magic would use the blood slaves they sent out as transit stations to continuously transmit to distant places. Although it was cumbersome, it had a wide range of effects.

Ever since the blood slaves were hunted to extinction, their communications have been completely cut off.

“He calls us back…”

"go back?"

"Will you go back?"

"How is that possible! We've finally come here, and he wants us to go back with just one sentence?"

"Then why are you saying this?"

"I just wanted to see what you guys were planning."

"What else can I plan? I've decided to stay and follow Lord Tate—what's wrong? Do you want to leave now?"

The person being asked snorted lightly but did not answer.

He did consider leaving—he didn't want to follow Tate to some island. Wouldn't it be worse than killing him to spend the rest of his life on a deserted island? What could there be on an island? Not even a ghost. He was a baron, was he really going to have to go fishing?

In fact, there are many people who think the same as him. After leaving Alman, most of them have considered whether to leave.

Some people did leave midway.

However, most people gave up that plan because they needed the protection of Tate's powerful force more than their desire for freedom.

All of them tacitly agreed not to mention the matter to Tate.

"In that case, let's end this matter here."

someone said.

At this moment, someone suddenly spoke up: "No, don't you feel something is wrong?"

When everyone looked, they realized that the person who spoke was Prado Shaquille.

"What do you mean?"

"Stop talking in riddles, I don't understand!"

Some people had bad tempers, perhaps because they had been frightened too much along the way, and their tone was quite unfriendly at this time.