This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 70 70. Vampire Duke

Night Lily Manor.

The core territory of the vampire Duke Eleanor is surrounded by three cities, seventeen towns and several villages, which are distributed in all directions like stars surrounding the moon.

Eleanor's territory is located just to the north of Duke Sigimund's territory and is not on the border of the empire.

There are neither large underground cities nor special minerals in the territory, and even the land is relatively barren, but it is still an indispensable and important part of the empire.

Because 70% of the plasma in the entire Hermit Empire is produced here.

Between the more than one hundred blood livestock farms operating day and night, there are plantations of mourning lilies nourished by corpse manure.

"Master, the 20 high-quality blood servants and four carts of blood plasma needed by the Imperial Capital have already departed in the evening.

Count Duke and Duke Barnabas are both urging for this month's plasma, but there are only 3,200 bottles left in stock.

Yesterday there was an attack on Ranch 45, two low-ranking servants were killed, and over sixty bloodstock escaped.

It is suspected that the two elves who have been on the loose recently committed crimes were responsible. Viscount Arno is leading people to deal with this matter.

The two thousand newly purchased slaves from the archipelago have arrived at Yonglang Port, and 1656 of them survived.

in addition……"

Milky white petals floated in the thick blood plasma. The steward of the manor stood solemnly by the bathtub with his head bowed, his hands folded on his abdomen, and meticulously reported the latest situation of the territory.

Eleanor leaned naked on the edge of the pool, and the steaming blood mist gathered into dark red water droplets in the hollow of her collarbone.

A mistress was immersed in waist-deep blood plasma, carefully pressing the ankles of the mistress.
"Among the surviving slaves, how many are suitable for breeding as blood slaves?" Eleanor asked softly with her eyes closed.

"According to your newly issued selection criteria, we have initially selected thirty-seven people who meet the criteria, including five orcs..."

The blue-gray nails suddenly grabbed the edge of the pool, and blood flowed down through the gaps between the fingers. Eleanor raised half of her body and looked at her men with dissatisfaction:
"Orcs? They'll leave a mouthful of fur. What's the point of keeping them? Send them all to the pasture."

The butler hesitated for a moment, then bowed even lower. "Master, Earl Duke specifically instructed that orc blood servants are needed."

"Ah, that savage..."

Eleanor brushed away the wet hair stuck to her chest, as if she remembered that this was the case.

"Then keep it, don't ask me about it.

If there is not enough plasma, Barnabas and Dukena will be given priority. It doesn’t matter if it is a week late.

Then tell Arnold that if he doesn't catch those little thieves, the Defense Minister's badge will be replaced with iron shackles."

As Eleanor spoke, she stood up, blood and petals sliding down her pale skin, and walked out.

The concubine ran up to her with scarlet velvet and put it on her.

The butler quickly followed: "Dinner is ready for you."

In the side hall with dark red curtains, stood a 16-year-old girl wearing a clean dress, with a rosy complexion and smooth skin.
This is what is called dinner.

Unlike the blood animals on the ranch that huddled around rusty iron troughs, munching on paste mixed with blood tonics, squeezed day and night, and whose lifespan did not exceed three years.

The one in front of you is a high-level blood servant who has been carefully trained since he was ten years old, through daily balanced nutrition meals and appropriate exercise.

There are a total of 60 such blood servants in the manor.

In addition to their daily servant duties, they are also required to provide the mistress with the freshest blood once a month.

As usual, the girl unbuttoned her collar and obediently walked in front of the hostess.

Eleanor held her in her arms, her canine teeth precisely piercing the edge of the scar that had healed last time.

However, this time was different from the past, the mistress did not let her go at the right time.

The girl went from enduring, to trembling, to finally begging for mercy.

Eleanor remained indifferent throughout the whole process until she sucked the last drop of blood. Then she licked the corner of her mouth and pushed the corpse in her arms away.

The steward beside him lowered his head, seemingly having no problem with the loss of a high-ranking blood servant.

Eleanor exhaled gently, and the skin on her body gradually turned from pale to rosy.

Even height, body shape, and appearance change accordingly.

In the end, he turned into the appearance of the dead girl on the ground.

"The summoning is about to begin, so let's just use this appearance to get by."

[Standard LV10]

Different from [mimicry] which simply simulates the appearance.

[Substitute] is one of the rare talents of the vampires. It can not only steal the appearance of the target, but even obtain recent memories.

Even [Detection Technique] couldn't find any flaws.

After Eleanor arrived in the United Kingdom, she could easily blend in as long as she could catch a lone participant in the ceremony.

This is also the reason why the emperor sent her to assassinate the brave man.

"Is there any movement over at Knoxfield?"

"Lord Knoxfield left his residence the day before yesterday and has been missing since."

Hearing this, Eleanor nodded.

Although the Hermit Empire is ruled by vampires, nearly half of the dukes under the emperor are of other races.

And Knoxfer, who went with her to deal with the hero this time, was a shadow demon - a collection of elemental spirits that escaped from chaos, had no physical form, and was only retained in the world by chains.

The two men said they were carrying out a joint mission, but in fact they just relied on their own abilities to sneak into the scene and then attack together.

As for communication and cooperation?

nonexistent.

At the summoning scene, it is a great cooperation if you can avoid tripping each other in order to grab the kill.

"Master, do we need to send people to create chaos and take away some of humanity's power?" The steward put forward his suggestion at the right time.

Eleanor thought about it and agreed.

"As for the candidate... it's Lacus. He lost the holy book last time and embarrassed me so much.

Tell him that if he does well this time, he will be promoted when he comes back, but if he doesn’t do well, he will die there.”

"I just don't know if they will be obstructed when passing through the Duke of Sigismund's territory?" the steward asked worriedly.

"He dares!" Eleanor became annoyed when Sigimund was mentioned.

It was this guy, whose mind was full of war, who carried out widespread poisoning and killing on the border, causing his own source of blood livestock to be greatly reduced.

Otherwise, how could there be a situation where there would be delays before the supply could be provided?

That idiot only knew how to kill all humans, without thinking that if all humans died, would he, a vampire, really suck the blood of monsters?

Not only did the two of them play tricks on each other in the meeting, they also used many tactics on each other's territory, and their relationship was quite bad.

"This is your majesty's mission. If he dares to do something bad, that would be perfect!"

After saying that, Eleanor turned her robe and transformed into a bat, flying directly out of the manor through the window.

After Eleanor flew away, the steward straightened up and looked at the mummy at his feet.

"I have to train new ones..."

(End of this chapter)