Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Elsa glanced at the sky.

"Go early tomorrow morning."

Grace rolled her eyes at Aisha, but nodded silently. Lacey on the side wanted to say something, but held back.

The caravan quickly entered the city. Elsa saw the bustling atmosphere of the steaming city beneath the snow. There were hotels and shops everywhere. The most popular place was the tavern next door, which was packed with people. Many people dressed as adventurers gathered together, laughing heartily from time to time, and the noise was endless.

Ebusen distributed the rewards, and the caravan invited Aisha and the others to go to the tavern to drink and celebrate, and also to have a brief farewell - they would spend the next period of time in this city until the agreed time arrived, and then set off to return.

This was a very common celebration banquet for adventurers, and Elsa did not refuse.

It wasn't until the sky darkened that everyone left.

Instead of resting, Alman and Becky left the tavern under the cover of night and began their mission.

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348. A Bait [Part 3]

As the night deepened, the snowy city gradually fell silent. The shadows of the distant mountains became dark and deep. The clouds and mist seemed to fall from the sky, rolling and undulating layer by layer among the mountains. Alman emerged from the night, looked at the rolling snow and mist, and sighed.

"Becky, you are one of my kind, aren't you? And we were both once human, and circumstances forced us into this state—we are undoubtedly the same kind, aren't we?"

"Yes."

Becky blinked harmlessly.

Yarman continued earnestly, "You said, since we are of the same race, shouldn't we trust each other a little more? Please don't misunderstand me. What I mean is that perhaps we should understand each other and help each other. No matter what you want to do, I will support you. Similarly, you should support me in whatever I want to do - this is the friendship of the same race, right?"

"Well," Becky frowned slightly and said seriously, "You have a point. We are all working for Miss Faris now, so we should communicate more. But let me be clear, I am loyal to Miss Faris, and you cannot take away my credit. I am the first vampire to work for her, and you can only be second."

Alman's eye twitched.

"You know, I didn't mean that..."

Alman sighed helplessly, and Becky smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay, I'll give in to you, for the sake of being of the same race."

Alman didn't want to talk anymore.

The snow fell heavier at night, and Alman and Becky walked through the streets as adventurers - there were many adventurers like them who sneaked out of the tavern in the middle of the night, so it was nothing unusual.

Most of the buildings in Kroros are narrow and crowded. The thick stone walls of the huts squeeze the candlelight inside into the tiny gap in the door. The windows are very small and separated by thick wooden boards. This type of building is very common in the city.

Alman transformed into a dark shadow and quietly appeared outside the door of a low hut, and Becky also came over.

"Is this the place? Are you sure you remember it correctly?"

"Of course, there are five in total. This is the first one," Armand raised his head confidently. "What do you think I've been busy with during this time I was captured? I've already clearly sorted out all the information I need from beginning to end and wrote it down in writing."

As he spoke, Alman pulled out a piece of paper with densely written words on it.

Becky's eyes widened when she saw it.

"Wow—you were just saying that we're all of the same race and need to understand and help each other, but how could you do this... How could you secretly work hard and oppress me!"

"what?"

Yarman was stunned——

"Wait, that's not right, I didn't do that! It was you who was secretly oppressing me all along..."

"You still don't admit it! And you're trying to turn the tables?!"

Becky looked at Alman disappointedly, and Alman's eyes widened.

"I...turn the tables?"

"Sure enough, Alman, your occasional rebelliousness is just an acting, right?"

Alman was stunned again, his mind still unable to wrap its head around it.

"Wait, wait, let's not talk about this for now. The mission is more important." Alman quickly raised his hands in surrender. He didn't want to argue with Becky at all. "Anyway, let's finish the task at hand first, okay?"

As he said that, he quickly escaped from Becky and approached the cabin. He looked at the cabin in front of him and sensed it carefully, but with his perception as a vampire, he could not catch any movement inside, which made him feel a little depressed - the people here seemed to have left long ago.

"Ah, as expected..."

Alman was a little disappointed, but not surprised.

This is not surprising, as Alman is very clear about the style of his other "self", but he cannot help feeling annoyed because it means that his first mission is likely to fail. He has to think of other ways, otherwise Elsa will not let him go easily.

"Come inside and take a look."

Alman frowned, took a deep breath, turned into a ball of black mist, and slowly "slid" in through the crack in the door.

After entering, Alman quietly scanned the room. The furnishings inside were simple, and there were no valuable clues left. Alman quickly moved on to the next place, but still came up empty-handed. Undeterred, he continued searching. Of the five hidden locations in the city, he had found four, but all had already been deserted...

"But you must be there..."

Alman stood in front of the fifth dark line settlement with a distressed look on his face, clasping his hands together in prayer.

Becky blinked at Alman's non-standard prayer gesture.

"I say, are you praying to some god?"

"Well, I'm praying to the goddess, hoping she will bring me good luck."

"Hey, are you a vampire?"

“It’s always good to give it a try!”

Alman confidently made the sign of the cross on his chest, then turned into a ball of black mist and slowly floated into the hut.

The dancing candlelight hit me in the face.

someone!

"Goddess bless you!"

Alman was suddenly overjoyed. He carefully lurked in the dark corner of the roof. In the middle of the hut, a farmer was wrapped tightly and lying on the bed, snoring loudly, obviously sleeping soundly.

There is not much farm work to do in this season, but this person is not actually a farmer, but an informant trained by Alman, a real human being, only in this way can he not be easily discovered by others.

Alman quickly withdrew.

"There's something! Go tell Fa..."

Before Alman finished speaking, Elsa's figure appeared in front of him and Becky, with layers of light snowflakes being pushed away. Alman was stunned.

"You... have been here all this time?"

"No, I just happened to be passing by."

Alman forced a smile - of course he didn't believe it at all. He just felt that Elsa was probably staring at him from beginning to end. Thinking of this, he felt like every pore in his body exploded.

But Elsa didn't lie. She appeared here because Tricia's crows were circling over the city and she discovered the movement here in advance. There was nothing wrong with saying that she was just passing by.

"Go in and wake him up. I have something to ask him."

As she spoke, Elsa took out the silver staff.

At the same time, a dark shadow lurking somewhere was staring at the direction of the cabin. He happened to see Alman walking into the house, but the distance was too far and the light was dim, so he couldn't see clearly.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally moved slowly and carefully, letting himself walk into the deeper night.

"Master Alman is truly foresighted. Someone actually came looking for us. Leaving a bait was the right decision. I must report this to you as soon as possible..."

he said to himself.

He stepped back cautiously, ready to leave, when a crow feather fell on his shoulder along with the snowflakes, and Tricia's figure appeared behind him like a ghost. He was still staring at the direction of the cabin without noticing anything, and then, without any warning, he felt a strong sense of dizziness, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

When he woke up again, the first thing he saw was Elsa, then Tricia, Becky, and... Alman, who looked stiff...

He hadn't figured out the situation yet. He didn't even know why he fell asleep or when he fell asleep, but when he saw Alman, he knelt on one knee in front of Alman without hesitation and said respectfully:

"Lord Alman! I must report to you that a few fools really did take advantage of the bait we left in Kroros. Everything is just as you expected!"

He was full of admiration for Alman, and while admiring him, he couldn't help but start to compare the differences between Alman and the old chief. Although Lord Alman's strength was probably not as good as the old chief, Lord Alman was very organized in his work, and all his plans were convincing, and he was also very friendly to his subordinates.

He didn't notice Alman's livid face at all and laughed triumphantly.

"However, those fools are probably still gloating over their efforts in finding a bait. Lord Alman, I am willing to follow your orders and slaughter them and make them into human remains for you..."

Before he could finish his words, Alman kicked him, cursing as he did so.

"Fuck you! I told you to fuck me!"

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349. Cautious Intelligencer

Alman felt aggrieved and angry.

He was originally preparing to interrogate the spy who stayed behind, but before he started, he saw Tricia coming with a strange guy. It turned out that Tricia told him that this strange guy, whom Alman had never seen before, was his subordinate.

Alman was naturally a little confused.

Then, Armen watched as that seemingly unintelligent fellow brazenly praised Armen in front of Elsa, leaving Armen stunned. The fellow even insulted him – what did he mean by "a fool who was lured in with the bait"? All of this was a plan that Armen had personally proposed, so how could he be considered a fool?

Of course, Alman would not let this guy continue talking nonsense, otherwise if Elsa got angry, he would probably be the unlucky one.

There is absolutely no personal vendetta.

"Master Faris, I assure you that I do not know him at all."

Alman immediately distanced himself from the matter.

The man who was kicked to the ground had no idea what was going on, but seeing that the atmosphere in front of him seemed a little wrong, his master Alman was actually being respectful to a young girl, so he knelt on the ground without hesitation, trembling with fear.

Now he vaguely guessed that he had said the wrong thing.

"It seems your clone is as cautious as you."

Tricia took a quick look at the man. She had already discovered that the man was not a vampire, but just a guy who had learned some basic shadow magic.

Alman scratched his head slightly embarrassedly.

"I think he should be the new subordinate of 'another me'... Most of the original group of people have been detained by you, so the current 'me' should not have many people available..."

Alman thought this should be a more reasonable explanation.

Becky thought for a moment and said, "Since the spy is bait, then... doesn't that mean the intelligence we're looking for is no longer credible?"

"Well...but it doesn't matter." Aisha looked at the man kneeling respectfully on the ground in front of her, "Aren't new clues right in front of us?"

Elsa raised the silver staff, and the next moment, the man's eyes became dazed.

Then, under the questioning of Elsa and others, the man quickly confessed the details - his name was Willy, and he was not originally a resident of Kloros, but a citizen of the territory of the vampire "Baron Fisher". By chance, he was "appreciated" by "Arman", and Arman promised him the "reward" of vampire identity in the future, and gave him a task, to lurk in Kloros and keep an eye on all the movements of the bait. According to "Arman", sooner or later someone will come to the door, and what Willy has to do is very simple, that is, to report any findings to "Arman" in detail.

After listening to Willy's dull narration, Elsa looked at Alman with amusement.

"Tell me, does your clone actually know that you are still alive?"

Elsa's meaningful smile made Alman's heart skip a beat.

"I... I don't think he knows yet... Otherwise, he should have escaped immediately and found a place to hide, instead of using bait and tactics to set up defenses and leave me with an opportunity... Any intelligence method has certain risks, I understand this principle..."

No one knew Elman better than he did. And precisely because of this, he felt even more absurd now than ever before. His clone probably didn't even know that a being comparable to the Grim Reaper had already set foot on Northern territory. Decoys and intelligence points—could these simple information defenses really work? Anyone who had truly witnessed Elsa's power would have come to the same conclusion as he did: there was no other option but to flee.

After all, it was his own soul. After thinking about it from his perspective, Alman couldn't help but sigh.

To kill your own clone.

This experience is really absurd for the vampires.

He was the second vampire to behave so absurdly. The first one seemed to be Becky's former master. Alman vaguely remembered that he was also a very powerful vampire who was doing some difficult-to-understand research.

Alman sighed.

At this point, Alman will not regret his decision at all. Since he and his clone have completely split, only one of them will survive in the end. After completing this task, Alman must find a way to escape, otherwise, with the crimes he has committed, there will be no other outcome except death.

Alman's gaze grew more determined.

Becky asked, "Where is Alman now?"

Willy raised his eyes woodenly and looked at Alman in front of him.

"Lord Alman is now in Kroros City..."