Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Novi's eyes sparkled. "Then my mother... is also an 'extraordinary' witch..."

"They are all 'extraordinary'."

Embarking on the thorny road called "Witch", running and climbing with all their might for a common ideal, even if they fail in the end, the Witch Club will still be Grace's utopia for which she is willing to give everything, and those deceased friends are all "extraordinary" witches.

Novi stared at Grace with sparkling eyes. She sat upright, listening attentively, with a pen and a thin notebook in her hands, making a few notes from time to time. Her handwriting was elegant and beautiful.

Grace answered many of Novi's questions about the Witch Society and witches, and of course, more about Novi's mother, the Night Witch.

However, Grace's understanding of the Night Witch was actually quite limited. She knew about this person, and also knew about the "Night Magic" that she was proud of - a kind of exquisite abyss magic. The creation of magic was a monster like yesterday. Mature "Night Magic" could control monsters at will. Obviously, Novi couldn't do that yet. This was good news, which meant that Novi was indeed not deeply involved in abyss magic.

"Senior," Novi didn't know when it started, but her way of addressing Grace had changed. "Are you friends with my mother?"

"No, she and I are just acquaintances. We each have our own responsibilities and are in different fields, so naturally there is not much overlap."

Grace tells it like it is.

In fact, Grace knew that there must be someone more suitable than herself to play the role of storyteller - her best friend, Sophia.

During the Witches' Association period over 20 years ago, Grace and Sophia were both called "Great Witches". They had their own unique titles, which meant that they had achieved extraordinary achievements in their respective fields. They were also the core and actual managers of the Witches' Association. The Witches' Association had no nominal president, elders or other leaders. The witches maintained a solid small society with their common demands. People with outstanding abilities were naturally given more responsibilities and powers. It was a simple system based on emotions based on trust.

Unlike Grace, a witch who excels in powerful strength and acts as a guardian of order, Sophia excels in theoretical development and teaching of magical techniques. She has always been so beautiful and elegant. A lady holding a book in her hand, she is like a gentle and amiable sister.

Naturally, Sophia has had interactions with the "Witch of the Night", who came from a family of magicians and once worked as a researcher at the Magic Academy. Sophia knows the "Witch of the Night" better than Grace.

But Grace didn't tell Novi this.

Given Novi's obsession, she might really set out immediately to find Sophia—but that was obviously impossible, at least not now. Grace didn't want to cause trouble for Sophia. Besides, Novi had just taken Elsa's blood last night. How effective was it, and would there be any unexpected consequences? Grace needed to verify all of this with her own eyes. This was a crucial moment for the witch's future.

If necessary, just ask Sophia briefly in a letter, Grace thought.

The two witches talked for a long time. Becky drove the carriage, Lacey fell asleep leaning against Grace, and Ya Bo watched all this silently.

Aisha and Tricia had already left, one by flying, the other by simply disappearing from sight - that was a method Ya Bo couldn't understand, but it also made him understand some things.

Each of these women is extraordinary, but there is still an absolute center among them, that "Elsa". Everyone else revolves around Elsa. It is obvious that Elsa is the person in charge with great influence, and under her, the woman named "Tricia" should be her right-hand man, second only to Elsa.

"Grace" is slightly inferior. If Elsa is the "owner of the manor", then Grace should be equivalent to the "guest" of the manor.

The little girl Lacey didn't know.

Becky, who was busy running around and driving the carriage... was just a "maid" - oh damn, a ruthless character who could slaughter dozens of elite mercenaries by himself was actually being ordered around to do odd jobs? Even the most powerful family decades ago couldn't do such a grand thing.

Ya Bo complained in his heart for a long time.

……

Elsa and Tricia did not travel with the carriage, but took the flint directly back to the Barony of Fisher.

As soon as they arrived here, Crow and Charlie appeared one after another - Crow's huge wingspan of six or seven meters quickly folded and shrank, and finally turned into its original form. It landed on Tricia's shoulder, making a cawing sound, reporting to Tricia on the situation in the barony in the past few days, while Charlie threw himself directly into Elsa's arms.

"When I saw the crow suddenly change direction, I knew it must be you guys coming back."

Charlie smiled with her eyes narrowed, resting her head on Aisha's soft chest and sniffing with her nose.

"Huh...smells of blood?"

And there was the smell of a strange woman, not Tricia's, nor Grace's or Becky's.

"Something happened on the way." Aisha reached out and rubbed Charlie's little face, smiling. "Has anything happened in the past few days?"

"Someone attacked here."

"Ok?"

Seeing Elsa's eyes drop slightly, Charlie explained with a smile: "But it doesn't matter, Ruby chased them all away."

Elsa raised her eyebrows slightly.

That dragon eats so much every day, is it useful?

"Let me tell you, they were assassins from the vampire clan," Tricia took over, returning the crow feather to her palm. "I suspect they were sent by Alman. Of course, it was the 'other' Alman. He seemed to know that you and I were away these past few days, so he wanted to take advantage of the situation. However, he clearly underestimated us and overestimated himself."

The familiar crow, Duke Chalbliss, and the dragon Ruby - any one of these three is a powerful force that is enough to shock an area. The assassin happened to sneak into the courtyard where Ruby was sleeping, so they died without putting up any effective resistance.

"But what I'm more concerned about is how they managed to get close to the castle without being monitored by the crows," Tricia said, turning to Shirley with a burning gaze. "And, their assassination target... I'm afraid it's Shirley, but why?"

It can't be said that Alman went to great lengths to send in a few assassins just to kill Elsa's "friends" and give her a psychological blow, right?

Unfortunately, Ruby didn't hold back, or perhaps she hadn't learned how to hold back yet, and she crushed the assassin into a vampire mess.

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506. The Book of Daevara: Fragments

North of the northern border of the empire, deep in an uninhabited valley somewhere in the heart of Belmont Freia, the pine forest that is rarely visited all year round welcomed the earliest group of guests of winter. These strangers came from the far south, walking across the snow and hills, passing through forests and deserts, avoiding all villages and towns along the way, like migrating reindeer.

The thick snow was above the knees, and the snow-white pine leaves were wrapped in thick ice crystals, swaying slowly in the cold wind, with snowflakes falling from time to time.

There were not many of them, about twenty or so. Their simple, rough and heavy clothes made them not much different from the villagers in the village outside the valley. But if you looked closely, you would find that they all had fair skin, the men were handsome in their own ways, and the women were extremely beautiful. They walked indifferently in the heavy snow, but none of them showed the slightest sign of fear of the cold - they did not feel cold.

Because they are vampires, and their leader is none other than Alman - of course, his clone. Now he has grown into a powerful man who has stepped into the realm of vampire duke. Of course, this is all because he seized the relics of the old leader and obtained treasures from them that are enough to greatly increase his strength.

As for the others traveling with him, they were all close associates of Alman or former subordinates of the old leader. Some of them were vampire marquises, and most were vampire earls. Any one of them would at least be a powerful figure capable of ruling a territory.

However, these powerful vampires who were once powerful in the past now looked extremely embarrassed. They fled here for their lives and dyed their hair into a simple and common color for disguise. They also wiped away the dark red in their eyes. However, the arrogance and coldness that were engraved in their bones could not be hidden.

They are used to living a superior life, so they have many complaints about their current bad situation.

"Damn it! I told you long ago that that idiot Palag wouldn't be able to get anything done. Just because of his reckless actions, we've lost ten well-trained elite warriors!"

"He never considered the consequences. He was arrogant and conceited! He paid the price for his own stupidity, but he made us pay for it!"

"Damn it, he even alerted the Devil Nun. If he died, it would be fine. But if he's not dead, he'll definitely turn around and help the Devil Nun deal with us!"

"Our allies and warriors have betrayed us one after another. This is not the first time. This is their so-called 'loyalty' - ridiculous. They are not even as reliable as the blood slaves. Our enemies also understand us better and are much more cunning than we thought!"

A burly, bald vampire man with a thick neck shouted angrily and declared his colleagues' dereliction of duty in harsh words.

Some people agreed, while others remained silent, with a hint of impatience in their eyes. They occasionally looked at their new leader, Alman, wanting to see how the new leader would react.

The cadres argued endlessly, each holding their own opinions, but Alman turned a deaf ear to them.

He sat in a carriage carried by two people, his face calm, his eyes lowered, concentrating on turning over and over the pieces of parchment in his hands, seemingly completely unaware of what his men were discussing - the parchment in his hands was very old, and it was obvious that it was often taken out and read, so that a layer of smooth, shiny waxy black stains was left on the parchment. The handwriting on it seemed to be blurred due to its age, and it had to be carefully identified to get a general idea.

He read very carefully and seriously, not missing a single word. On his lap was a manuscript that looked a bit old. The handwriting on the manuscript was a mixture of new and old, and it was obvious that they were not written by the same person. Alman would occasionally copy part of the content on the parchment, and would specially mark the unclear parts.

If this parchment had not been found among the old chief's belongings, Alman would never have imagined that this thing was actually the legendary holy book of the blood clan - "The Book of Daevara". The old chief had never mentioned this matter.

It seemed that the old chief did not want others to get it, so he put it in an ordinary book. If it were not for the old chief himself, it would be difficult for others to find it accurately.

It took Alman more than a month just to count those extremely rare and expensive collections one by one, not to mention the countless books and gems of various kinds. During this period, he also spent a lot of energy to recover his strength. So it was not until four days ago that Alman finally came across these parchments by chance.

Compared with the old chief's other collections, it was so plain and inconspicuous that Alman almost ignored it, but after a brief study, Alman was shocked by it.

Although this is only a partial fragment and does not look like the original, after repeated research in recent times, Alman has gradually confirmed an astonishing fact: the legend is true. There is no doubt that "The Book of Daevara" not only records powerful blood curse magic, but also accurately records the prophecy of everything that will happen in the future.

A genuine prophecy, not a single word is wrong. Some things have been confirmed, and some are happening. The scriptures rarely mention a person's name individually. Even if they do, it is only a few strokes in a certain event. Most of the time, it is like a bystander diligently recording important events or key nodes.

Just like a history book.

Just looking at this holy book was like a god standing in the vast universe and at the end of time, quietly looking down at the history of this continent. Even if it was just a small, incomplete part of it, the transcendent feeling still made Alman extremely fascinated.

He enjoyed the feeling.

However, there was one part of the record in the holy book that Alman was extremely concerned about...

There is an intriguing passage in the holy book, which is a description of the Dammas Fortress. Although there are only fragmentary words, Alman is very familiar with this term and can get a general idea of ​​it.

The record was consistent with everything that had happened, and this was what concerned Alman the most: because this incomplete holy book originally belonged to the old chief, who had left a large number of annotations and records of the research process on the manuscript. The old chief had read and spent a lot of effort studying the fragments of the holy book. He must have anticipated his own ending long ago, and knew better than anyone else the defeat in the Battle of Dammas, and that he and his followers would die in the Battle of Dammas.

In other words, did the old leader know all this but still go to his death bravely?

To be honest, Alman never thought that the old chief was that kind of person.

Unless, the old chief has a deeper intention of never giving in even in this situation. Of course, when a person dies, everything is gone. The old chief is not the kind of ambitious and magnanimous person at all. Instead, he is selfish and extremely indifferent, so this possibility is very small.

Another possibility is that the prophecy cannot be changed, and the old chief is just following the records of the prophecy.

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507. The Prophecy of the Book of Daevara

It's not that Alman hasn't tried, but the prophecy cannot be changed.

Palag was once a subordinate of the old leader and is now a vampire marquis following Alman, but he is a guy who secretly has two minds.

Alman had long since judged from the fragments of the holy book that Palag would meet his death, even though this was Alman's way of eliminating dissidents - he did not intend to let anyone with ulterior motives stay by his side.

But in order to conduct the experiment, he still tried various methods to change Parag's future of death. He began to hint at it, but it was useless. He tried to speak frankly, but it was useless. He used orders, poisons, blood curse magic and even blood slave contracts to prevent everything from happening, but surprisingly, all his attempts lost their effect in strange ways. Not only that, his subordinates seemed to have lost their memory of it all, and Parag also ignored Alman's dissuasion like a madman.

That is not stubbornness, but a stamp from the depths of the soul. They are like puppets, unable to jump out of the strings of prophecy.

When Alman talked to him, he felt a strange feeling, as if a new soul had been replaced in Parag's body. Their conversation was like a stage play. Parag was performing diligently and meticulously, but Alman was randomly modifying the script and trying to jump out of the stage. In fact, he did that. So he saw Parag still continuing to talk to the air honestly, even arguing, and finally leaving angrily without hesitation. His superb acting skills were astonishing.

Yet, despite having done nothing, Alman felt like he had just witnessed a one-man show. He knew that the "vacant" position should have been his, but now it had been filled by something invisible. The others' reactions were similar. Although Alman hadn't issued any missions, everyone naturally "knew" that he had sent Pairag to the Barony of Fisher.

That must be "fate". Only those weird astrologers like those fables, and now Alman himself can't help but believe it.

However, although Alman could not change a person's fate, he could arbitrarily cut down a tree on the side of the road, smash a stone, let someone starve, or even order a man to take off his pants in front of everyone. Others would react in shock and the memory would not be erased.

It seems that such actions are "insignificant" in the eyes of "prophecy", or in other words, these actions will not change history.

why?

Is it true that the experiences of a small person are actually insignificant?

But when he tried to change his course, time seemed to be fixed. He realized that he could make some unusual moves, but he could not change his predetermined future.

Alman was a little confused about how the "prophecy" was determined, but at the same time he once again confirmed the absoluteness of the prophecy.

Since then, Alman has been carefully studying the fragments of the holy book every day and trying to "tamper" with the prophecy. Of course, he has failed, but he has also gained something - he found himself in the holy book as expected.

Although it was only a few very short and casual lines, Alman was ecstatic.

He read and studied all the events that might be related to him carefully and word for word, and kept digging for his own future in the blurred handwriting and incomplete texts - fragments were fragments after all, and the records he could find about himself stopped at a certain day several years later, like an unfinished book, and Alman could not see his own ending.

But in other words, he was still alive until several years later.

He tried to hurt himself and commit suicide, but he couldn't do it. Something invisible stopped him. After learning all this, Alman felt extremely relaxed because he knew that he would not die, at least not here and not now.

He had been hiding in fear for a whole month, and every time he closed his eyes, he would recall the "dying" memory of being killed by a punch from that terrible nun in Dammas. Then he suddenly learned that he would not die at all and there was nothing to be afraid of. This experience was very wonderful, as if the pursuit of life had been sublimated. Now he even had a feeling that he seemed to have transcended the constraints of blood and no longer had any obsession with the so-called "ancestral bloodline". He just wanted to collect the remaining fragments of "The Book of Daevara".

He couldn't wait to know how he died.

However, speaking of the "original bloodline" - the holy book does record a woman, "Charlie Bran", and the prophecy says that she is the ancestor of the vampire clan.

Alman was really unfamiliar with this name. The only thing he knew was that she was with the "devil nun", so when Parag left, Alman gave him an additional order: investigate Charlie Bran.

Parag agreed, and the order took effect. In other words, this seemed to be the "insignificant" part, and it was indeed the case - after all, Parag was about to die, and there was probably nothing to gain, and nothing would change.

"Chief," Yarman's thoughts were interrupted by a voice. He relaxed his brows and glanced to the side. A beautiful young woman whispered respectfully, "We have confirmed that the Parag mission has failed. We have lost eleven members of the 'Shadowless Blood' tribe."

The Shadowless Blood is the tribe that Parag and his men belong to. The old leader has assassins who specialize in infiltration and assassination magic. Now there are only a few members left in the tribe.

"Well, I see."

Seeing that Alman looked calm and not surprised at all, the woman was silent for a moment and continued, "The blood slaves have reported that our advance troops have arrived at the port on the west coast and are planning to sneak into the port to gather intelligence. However, the port is now blocked by ice and snow. If we want to leave there, we must find an icebreaker willing to sail, or... go south..."

The woman was very hesitant.

Going south means entering the empire's border again, which is not a wise choice.

Those present were all former cadres or tribal leaders who had followed the old leader. They had long since vanished, relying solely on their blood slaves to conduct external activities, including guiding the evacuation of other tribesmen and conducting reconnaissance missions. This was done to minimize the risk of discovery for those who were more visible. To this end, they would occasionally even deliberately order their blood slaves to make a "sound" to divert the attention of potential enemies.

Blood slaves are very loyal and "change shifts" regularly. The so-called changing of shifts actually means killing and replacing them. In this way, even if the blood slaves' memories are searched, it is impossible to piece together complete intelligence.

Under cover, they moved forward cautiously, avoiding all human settlements, never coming into contact with the outside world, and never stopping - after all, the "Demon Nun" that they feared and the "Mystic Sage" who stood at the top of the world were both tracking them. As long as they had a little self-awareness about this, no one would choose to stay in the same place and wait to be found.

Their final destination is the west coast of this cold northern land. Eventually, they will arrive at the port and take a ship to the endless ocean to take shelter on a distant island.

Anyway, the vampires have a long lifespan, so you can't afford to offend them, so just hide from them.

Now that the plan has reached the final steps, there is worry and excitement in the woman's eyes. She is worried that something might go wrong at this time, but at the same time she is looking forward to a good day when she doesn't have to worry.

"Yeah, well done."

However, Alman still showed no interest and nodded perfunctorily.

His reaction left the woman slightly stunned. She thought Alman should be laughing happily and triumphantly - the new leader was not like this a few days ago. He was domineering, decisive, sharp and scheming. This was the impression Alman gave to everyone, but now Alman seemed like a dying old man who had lost the vitality of life, or seemed to have lost interest in everything.