Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

It turns out that this room arrangement was actually booked by Charlie, which is quite intriguing.

"I remember you were fighting for a room with Tricia when we were in Verin Town."

Elsa looked at Charlie and Tricia with interest. Tricia just pursed her lips and smiled faintly. The hint of ambiguity in her emerald eyes made Elsa guess something, while Charlie's cheeks blushed slightly.

"Anyway...we are all women..."

Charlie didn't meet Elsa's gaze and hurriedly pushed the door open, looking a little lacking in confidence.

"And I think the sage must be tired too. Why don't we rest early..."

Elsa didn't say much, just smiled in agreement with Charlie's meaning.

Fortunately, the bed in the room was very wide, so three people could sleep together without feeling crowded. After a simple wash, Elsa used magic to cleanse her body and started reading a book on the bed. Tricia explained to Charlie some knowledge about the application and practical application of vampire magic, but what Tricia could teach was actually very limited. After all, Tricia herself was not a vampire.

It was late at night when Tricia and Charlie both went to wash up, got into bed, and lay down on either side of Elsa.

"Have a sweet dream, Elsa, Charlie."

Tricia smiled sweetly, while Charlie covered half of her face with the quilt, revealing only her rose-red eyes and the tips of her ears, which were slightly red as if she was drunk.

"Good night……"

"Good night."

Elsa also closed the book.

The night passed peacefully.

……

On the other side, Alman and Becky were guarding Willy's residence. Willy had regained consciousness a long time ago. After understanding the current situation, Willy was in tears and was horrified by everything he had done while being hypnotized. Tricia deliberately left all the memories during the hypnosis in his mind, which directly forced him to choose a side. Now, he had to "go all the way to the end". If he did not continue to help Elsa, Alman's clone would certainly not spare his life.

Becky twisted her hair into circles out of boredom. She looked at Alman who was thinking hard beside her and asked:

"Speaking of which, don't you find it strange? Why is it that all the information we've received so far is about you? Where is your leader?"

Alman was about to think of something when Becky's sudden question interrupted his train of thought and he became furious.

But he still forced a stiff smile and said in a gentle voice, "After all, the chief has always been very mysterious, so it's natural that I can't see him. As the chief's right-hand man, I must have been assigned many tasks - the chief has always trusted me."

As he spoke, Alman puffed out his chest somewhat arrogantly.

Becky rolled her eyes at him.

"You haven't seen your leader's true face, what do you mean by trust? I think Lady Faris trusts us. Look, she hasn't even been keeping an eye on us."

Alman choked, but he quickly retorted, "Of course... that's different... Lady Faris is human, and the leader is a vampire... Besides, let alone me, no one else in the organization knows the leader's true identity. The leader never tells us where he is. He's the only one looking for us, but we have no right to look for him. Even I never know what the leader is thinking, and his plans are always known only to him."

Becky took over the conversation. "Right? So, I've been thinking lately, what do we vampires really want from living in coffins? It's just to make our bloodlines nobler, but why? Isn't it to live a more comfortable and better life, to avoid being bullied? But aren't we living a pretty good life now?"

Alman was stunned for a moment and looked at Becky in disbelief, while Becky was muttering with her chin supported.

"Look, following Lady Faris, our safety is guaranteed. No one dares to bully us. When I followed my master before, I was treated like a slave every day, and was always scolded and beaten. The master's other servants always spoke coldly to me and even sucked my blood. I lived in fear every day. But Lady Faris never ordered us around like that, right? She also didn't let us get involved in anything dangerous. She even cooked for us herself. Can you imagine? And it was really delicious!"

Alman stared at Becky blankly, his cheek muscles twitching unconsciously - what did he see? He actually saw Becky's face showing tenderness and respect, and stars in her eyes.

He took a deep breath and quickly advised:

"Hey, hey, hey, Becky, please wake up. Faris is just using us to find the leader and the mysterious man. Do you think you can always carry your knife and fork with you? We only remember knives and forks when we need them, right?"

Alman said earnestly.

"Becky, you have to understand that we are nothing more than knives and forks to Faris. She only treats us like this when she can use us... No, we are not even as good as knives and forks, because our value is only 'one meal', do you understand? After we help her find the leader, she will no longer need us. Let me make it clear to you, I am directly sentenced to death - do you know? After this incident, I will definitely be killed by her!"

"what?"

Becky was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise and shock, which eased Alman's depressed mood a little.

He was really afraid that Becky, the only member of his tribe who was in a similar situation as him and could become his ally, would side with Elsa. If that happened, Alman would really have to fight alone.

But just as Alman was about to continue speaking, Becky suddenly said:

"So you were sentenced to death? I thought you were the same as me."

"what?"

This time it was Alman who was stunned, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Wait," Alman glared at Becky, "You...those guys won't kill you?"

"Hmm... not really... Lady Faris said I could make up for my mistakes. She didn't say she wouldn't kill me, nor did she say she would kill me..."

"Huh?" Alman's mouth dropped open, and he asked nervously, "Why were you arrested?"

"Because of what?"

"You must have committed a crime before they arrested you, right?!"

Alman began to get anxious.

"I... I'm ashamed to say... I found the ruins my master had visited and made an agreement with some cunning fellows. I wanted to go to Sky Island to continue my master's research, but they attacked me, stole my branches, and later attacked humans... But I really didn't intend to attack humans at the time, and I haven't killed anyone. You know, I have a good reputation among the people in my territory."

"Ah?" Alman was stunned again, his eyes widening. "So... you just..."

"Yes, Lady Faris didn't say whether to kill me or not, so of course I have to behave well! And it was indeed my fault... I deserve the punishment..."

"what??"

It made sense, but it was a blow to Alman - he realized that he and Becky actually had different positions.

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353. Queen's Decree (3K)

early morning.

A night of falling snow had covered the bustling city of Kroros with thick snow. At daybreak, traces of wheel tracks and footprints had already marked the middle of the street. Perhaps in order to make final preparations before the cold winter arrived completely, people got up earlier than usual.

The city became lively again.

At this time, Alman leaned against the wall in despair, his eyes were dark and lifeless - he was a vampire, and staying up late was not a difficult thing for him, but the mental torture given to him by Becky made him extremely exhausted.

Alman finally realized the fact that he had been fighting alone and Becky was not on the same side as him at all - it would be better to say that Becky had a better choice than him, which was to surrender to Elsa and get Elsa's recognition.

Being protected by such a powerful being, what does it matter if the other party is not a vampire? When a person's strength is strong enough, she can control everything.

but……

If given the chance, wouldn't Alman want to be like Becky? But he couldn't help it. He had no choice. It was too late to be a good person now. He knew better than anyone how much blood was stained on his hands. If he didn't run away, would Elsa and the Sage let him go?

Arman is not naive.

He spent the whole night thinking about how to change the current situation, but the anxiety and depression in his heart kept weighing on his nerves.

As for Willy and Becky, Willy seemed to have realized the current situation. He and Becky were guarding the magic circle left by Tricia. This magic circle seemed to record all the magic fluctuations transmitted back for interpretation, but unfortunately, Willy had not received any reply until now.

"Arman, we haven't gained anything yet. Should we tell Lady Faris?"

Becky asked, interrupting Alman's thoughts. He looked at Becky depressedly and sighed as if giving up.

"I think my clone has other plans. Willy is just... well, a knife and fork that only gets used once... Even if we continue to wait, we probably won't gain anything."

Alman carefully considered his tone and spoke to Becky.

In fact, Alman roughly guessed this result - no one knows himself better than himself. He put himself in the clone's shoes and thought about it. If he were in the clone's shoes now, he would definitely not pay too much attention to Willy's reports.

Willy was probably just a chess piece that was used once and then thrown away from the beginning. Anyway, Alman already knew that the enemy was approaching, which was enough. There would definitely be other arrangements next, but those things were not something Willy was qualified to know.

This is also a safer approach. In other words, even if there is a reply, Alman will not tell Willy his specific arrangements. At most, it will be some invalid information, unless there is really something that Willy needs to do. But to be honest, with Willy's ability, he can't do anything at all.

Willy shook his head in disbelief at Alman's words.

"Lord Alman, how could you possibly abandon me... You promised me that you would let me..."

"Shut up, human!" Alman was truly unable to bear it any longer. His frustration erupted as he roared, "First, it wasn't me who made the promise to you, but my clone. I have nothing to do with it. Second, you betrayed your own people out of a gamble. You're not qualified to ask for anything. Kneel down and worship the gods while you still have one more day left to live!"

Willy didn't dare to say a word, his face turned pale and he kept his mouth shut.

"Forget it," Alman sighed again and looked away unhappily. "Let's quickly finish what we have at hand and report the situation here to Lady Faris."

Having said that, Alman left.

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Tavern——

Alman reported to Aisha that Willy had not received any response, and Aisha nodded, not surprised.

"It doesn't matter. Next, Alman, you will follow us to the Barony of Fisher to inquire about the clues about your clone. Besides, our main purpose for coming here is to find your leader and that mysterious person. Any news on that matter would be great. As for this place, let Becky continue to guard it."

Aisha said.

At the same time, Grace followed Aisha's orders and took Lacey out of the tavern early and headed to the Adventurer's Guild.

Grace went to the counter to register a new missing person request.

"Your sister didn't come here alone, did she? Do you remember her and the others' appearance? What kind of clothes were they wearing?"

Grace asked, and Lacey thought about it hesitantly, and finally told her some of the more obvious characteristics of those people in her memory. Based on Lacey's answers, Grace selectively wrote beautiful small words on the power of attorney.

"Your handwriting is really beautiful."

The lady at the counter praised her generously - as a service staff member of the guild, the lady at the counter had seen too many people, and she was very sure that a woman who deliberately wore a hood, had a pretty face, and could write beautiful and elegant words must be of some status, and a compliment would never hurt.

Grace glanced at the lady at the counter and said in a hoarse voice, "If you find anything new, please send someone to let me know as soon as possible. I'll be in the tavern over there. Of course, I'll pay for it."

After issuing the missing person commission, Grace consulted the guild about the information about the vampire territory. In fact, the content was similar to what Alman said, except that it had some unnecessary details and lacked some relationship divisions between the vampire forces.

"Thank you for the information," Grace put a silver coin on the counter and suddenly asked, "By the way, is there any news about Helensis Butana recently?"

"Herancy Butana? What do you mean?"

"Anything is fine, of course, but don't talk about trivial matters."

"Hmm...it's nothing special, but recently a group of slave traders escaped from there and were captured. It's said that a purge targeting slave traders is underway within Helansis Butana. There's also intelligence that some travelers and merchants who aren't slave traders have been imprisoned. It feels like things are a bit unstable there right now. However, since we're quite far from Helansis Butana, our guild hasn't been able to gather much information about it. Please forgive us for that."

Grace wasn't surprised by this.

In fact, she had long known that such a day would come. In today's world where slavery has been abolished in most countries on the continent, Hercules Butana can be said to be the last "pure land" for slave traders. This is because Hercules Butana is actually a country with very sharp internal contradictions and class oppression. Although the citizens living there are all sub-humans, there is a huge disparity in status between sub-humans, and oppression has therefore arisen.

The reason for this is, of course, the huge inherent power gap between the different sub-human races. For example, the inferior fox race is only slightly stronger than an adult male human even after reaching adulthood. However, the superior werewolf race possesses extremely terrifying potential. An ordinary adult werewolf can tie with an elite human soldier who has experienced many battles just by relying on his strong body. This difference caused by the race's own talents cannot be ignored.

The gap in power will naturally lead to a skewed allocation of resources, which is no different from human society. The more powerful the warriors and magicians, the more wealth and higher status they have. This is almost taken for granted in the human mindset, because humans possess the most valuable "multifaceted" potential and a relatively stable social rule of law system, which protects the rights of ordinary people while leaving many people with channels to climb up.

Even though this channel may just be a decoration, with abundant resources as a foundation, human society is much more stable than we imagined, and there is "relative fairness" between people.

But in the poor and small land of Hercules Butana, this kind of "fairness" does not exist.

Werewolves are far superior to foxmen because they can create more value and naturally control more value. In Herancy Butana's value system, right and wrong are far less important than the amount of strength.

Because slavery still existed in this emerging but backward country, Grace's impression of it was: barbaric.

If we want to develop our country, this kind of barbarism cannot exist.

Queen Helanie Islina naturally understood this truth and would take action to rectify the situation sooner or later. However, Grace did not know why the Queen would do such a thing at this time - the Saint had reappeared, and the continent was about to face a new crisis. Rectifying those powerful populations at this juncture was something that required great caution. If things went wrong, the entire Helansis Butana might fall into civil strife, which would be very dangerous for the entire country.

Although Grace didn't like the last order the Queen gave her, the Queen had done her a favor after all. She hesitated for a moment, but still asked another question.

"Has the Queen issued any new decrees?"

"There's no news on that matter, but it's said that there was some conflict between the people of the garrison and the demi-humans on the border. It seemed to be a dispute over the execution of a group of slave traders, but it was quickly resolved, so we haven't received any more specific information."

Grace thought thoughtfully.

"Well, thank you. It's yours."

Grace added another silver coin and placed it on the counter, then left with Lacey.

At this time, Lacey suddenly asked, "Sister Grace, have you ever been to Hercules Butana?"

"I have been there, what's wrong?"

Lacey lowered her head, and her childish voice slowly floated out, "Is that... a good place?"

Grace glanced at Lacey.

"It's not good for you fox people—unless you learn magic and martial arts and gain great strength."

Lacey lowered her head in silence.

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