The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

Besides the desires for wealth, power, and sex, what people pursue also includes the desire for longevity.

During the period when "Blood Gift" was developed, the entire vampire race was targeted by cultists driven by greed and avarice.

The allure of longevity is undeniable. Even the First Emperor of the Western Zhou Dynasty, who unified six kingdoms, sought immortality and the Dao.

More than a decade ago, the number of vampire hunters under the Church of Holy Light surged, forcing vampires to keep their distance.

The employers behind the vampire hunters are cultists from a faction driven by greed and avarice.

However, the remaining vampires were unaware of this and even cooperated with these cultists and the masterminds behind the scenes.

The cultists driven by greed and avarice simply want to squeeze every last drop of value out of the vampires. They intend to use the vampires to attack the Grand Merchant Guild caravan, weakening both sides, and then discard them after they've served their purpose. Not a single vampire will escape.

With silver weapons at their disposal, even if pure-blooded vampires realize the problem in time and put up a stubborn resistance, they won't find it troublesome.

Are half-vampires immune to silver weapons? That's true, but half-vampires aren't particularly strong in combat anyway, so it doesn't matter if they're not countered by silver weapons.

"Isn't it about time we made a move against those vampires?" the elderly bishop pondered.

He estimated he only had a few years left to live, and he would act immediately after the vampires completed their mission of attacking the Grand Merchant Guild caravan.

The elderly bishop was eager to discard them after they had served their purpose, but it was the archbishop's order to let the vampires complete their task before taking action, and he could not disobey.

An archbishop, unlike an elderly bishop, is not so eager to prolong his life.

However, the news that the vampires had been wiped out did not reach the ears of the elderly bishop.

Given the speed at which the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild transmits information, how could a bishop not know about such a major event?

Was it not delivered, or... was the message deliberately concealed?

"Report!" A hurried voice came from outside. The cultist who had rolled out earlier tumbled back in, his failure to knock displeasing the elderly bishop, who was preparing to teach this reckless subordinate a lesson.

"Your Excellency, enemy attack! A group of unidentified men in black robes have stormed in! They're killing indiscriminately, and many brothers have already perished..."

Upon hearing this, the elderly bishop raised an eyebrow.

Who dares to be so audacious as to attack them?

Is this retaliation from the Grand Chamber of Commerce?

The older bishop was not very convinced.

He believed that he had not given anything away with the attack on the caravan. The Grand Merchant Guild could not find them. Even if the Grand Merchant Guild was smart enough to guess that they were the ones pulling the strings in secret, where would they get the courage to retaliate against them?

Therefore, the older bishop was more inclined to the other possibility.

The secret of imprisoning the vampires was exposed, and those fools came to take revenge.

The elderly bishop's lips curled into a sinister smile.

He couldn't be happier if they turned against each other.

The vampires launched their attack; he was merely defending himself. The archbishop's order was only to temporarily refrain from attacking the vampires, not that he couldn't retaliate.

The elderly bishop seemed to see bottle after bottle of "Blood Gift" beckoning to him, and his mood instantly brightened.

"Lead the way," he said calmly, suppressing his joy.

"Yes! Lord Bishop."

The cultists breathed a sigh of relief; the bishop had suddenly stopped being angry—he was truly capricious…

Stepping out of the room, the elderly bishop finally sensed the clash of multiple magical energy fluctuations.

"This waveform... isn't a vampire?" The elderly bishop was immediately disappointed.

Fine, it's good to kill all the intruders and vent my anger.

The moment the elderly bishop displayed his power, he was immediately targeted by Lyra.

An eighth-tier professional is... a bishop!

Lyra's current strength is only at the peak of the seventh rank, and there is a huge gap between her and the bishop.

Without hesitation, Lyra shouted, "Retreat!" and stepped forward to face the elderly bishop of the eighth rank.

This operation misjudged the opponent's strength; we didn't expect there to be a bishop in charge here.

They can't win; this one bishop alone could inflict heavy losses on them.

So Lyra stepped forward to distract the bishop and ensure the safe retreat of the other servants.

What about... herself?

Upon receiving the order to retreat, the servants were somewhat puzzled. At this moment, the elderly bishop, an eighth-level professional, exuded an aura that caused their expressions to change.

"Naila, you..."

The one who spoke was number 0485. The numbers were assigned based on the order in which they joined the company. In fact, more than half of the waiters present were considered Leila's seniors.

Lyra took a deep breath and gripped the longsword conjured by magic: "I'll hold him off, you guys go first, I'll be there shortly!"

Hearing Leila's words, the waiters' expressions softened somewhat.

Lyra is different from them; she's a direct descendant of Lord Shadow.

There must be some special methods involved.

They would never agree to let Lyra sacrifice herself to save their lives.

Lyra is far more important than them.

Leila smiled confidently: "It's alright."

Number 0485 felt something was off, but still followed orders and retreated with the other waiters.

The waiters' gazes no longer lingered on Leila, and she gave a bitter smile.

She lied.

She could indeed hold off an eighth-rank bishop, but to escape unscathed... she couldn't do it right now.

"What a deep friendship!" The elderly bishop chuckled, as if he had just watched a farcical drama. "You go first, I'll cover the rear. Little kid, trying to be a hero?"

"I'd like to see where you get the nerve to say you can protect yourself in front of me!"

In an instant, the aura of an eighth-tier professional was fully unleashed, directly engulfing Lyra.

Leila gritted her teeth slightly.

Suppression on the magic power level.

This level is far less than one ten-thousandth of Lord Shadow's!

The effect of the magic class suppression was not obvious, which surprised the elderly bishop.

What surprised him even more was that this girl at the peak of the seventh rank actually dared to take the initiative to attack.

"You've got guts!" The elderly bishop immediately activated the Greed Space, intending to go all out from the start.

Bullying the younger generation is despicable, but he is the bishop of the Demon Order, who commands all kinds of scum, and is an old, undead bastard!

Lyra realized that the bishop in front of her was going all out from the start. Her face stiffened, and she cursed angrily, "You shameless old man!"

The elderly bishop, however, was not ashamed at all; his smiling expression made Lyra feel nauseous.

"Young man, don't you know how to respect your elders? I suggest you watch your mouth."

Upon hearing this, Leila became even more aggressive: "You old fool, you piece of trash, you disrespectful old man!"

Actually, Leila's vocabulary for swearing is quite limited.

The elderly bishop showed no anger whatsoever; shamelessness knows no bounds.

"Little one, I hope your hand skills are as eloquent as your speech!"