As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Wouldn't that be equivalent to a direct war between the East and West Continents?!

"Aren't you already doing something similar?" The old man laughed and seemed very calm.

"When did I... huh?"

Thinking back on what he had done, Roy was unable to fight back.

Although he initially gathered forces from all sides only to recapture Alice, objectively speaking, he did unite the forces of the Western Continent to launch an armed intervention against the Church.

If the East and West continents had not always been wary of each other, this would have been enough of an excuse for either side to start a war.

The leader of the war is actually me?!

"In fact, you have already established good connections and cooperation with various major forces. If the church really invades the Western Continent, they will not sit idly by. It is better to prepare early to be prepared for any eventuality."

Roy agreed deeply: "That makes sense."

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. To fight against the Church of Holy Light, the more friends the better.

"But if there's friction between the two continents..." Roy was a little worried at first, but then he immediately thought about the pros and cons and his eyes lit up: "No, I see."

"If the military alliance is strong enough and makes the church even more wary, it will actually greatly reduce the probability of war breaking out!"

You don't have to use a sword, but you must have one in your hand.

Power and peace are never antonyms.

A strong military alliance with sufficient deterrent power is the guarantee of peace.

It's not just about competing with the church.

Charlotte and the others also have their own predicaments. If we can use the power of other countries to help them, wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?

More importantly, if he could gather the power of the entire continent to eradicate the cultists, he might not have to be hunted down by the cultists anymore!

"Is this a good idea?"

"really!"

Roy became interested: "Master Dean, if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know. I will definitely contribute to this alliance!"

"Okay, okay, as long as you agree!"

The kind old man looked over with a smile.

That smile suddenly gave Roy a strange feeling, as if it was a thousand-year-old fox who was plotting something.

It wasn't some kind of malicious intent, but Roy still felt a tightness in his heart.

But is there any need to worry?

A military alliance will bring us hundreds of benefits and no harm!

He just sits back at home and enjoys the fruits of others' labor, letting Charlotte and the others unite. He is clearly living off the entire Western Continent, and isn't that satisfying?

"Since you've agreed, I'll contact the other party and move this matter forward!"

"Excuse me, Dean...wait a minute?"

Roy suddenly became alert: "Why does a military alliance require my consent? Shouldn't we discuss this with Charlotte and the others?"

The old man, his expression calm, replied, "You have close ties with Princess Lionheart and other dignitaries. If I inform you, wouldn't that be the same as informing them?"

"Ouch too."

Anyway, the Sage had no reason to harm him, so Roy stopped dwelling on the issue. After saying goodbye to the Sage, he happily took the good news home.

From beginning to end, he did not realize the hidden meaning in the old man's smile.

Chapter 5: Controlling Bloodline

Regarding the military alliance, Charlotte and others had no objection.

For Jon Snow, who urgently needs external assistance in order to compete with the imperial royal family, an alliance is something he cannot get enough of.

As a member of the Society of Magi, Lyanna naturally agreed with the Sage's wishes.

Charlotte was also quite interested in the alliance.

However, this matter is of great importance, and even the princess cannot make the final decision. She must first write a letter to King Lionheart for permission.

As Charlotte said, this is just a formality.

"Stinky Dad will most likely not refuse. In fact, he was already unhappy with the East Continent Church back then and has always regretted not being able to help your mother deal with the church."

As for Nia...

Nia, who was busy eating, took the time to look up and spread her hands: "Uh, this is not up to me to decide. You have to ask my mom!"

Unfortunately, a certain elf has no say in major matters and is still in the state of being a good baby to his mother.

If Charlotte was just going through the motions, she had to seriously ask her mother for permission.

Only Alice made a decision on the spot: "As long as the master needs us, White Harbor will always go all out."

"Don't you need to say hello to Lady Theresa?" Roy raised his eyebrows.

"White Harbor is weak, Lady Theresa will agree."

The girl's indifferent tone revealed her full confidence: "Even if she has any concerns, Alice will convince her to agree."

The majesty of the saint was undoubtedly revealed, as if thousands of believers would transform into a real force at the command of a single command.

Not to mention that the believers follow Alice's lead, Theresa herself has no intention of fighting for power and is willing to serve as Alice's deputy in charge of White Harbor.

The little maid in front of her is actually the leader of White Harbor in the true sense, and she can mobilize forces including [Saint Sister] Theresa at any time.

Feeling the Saint's aura firsthand, Roy couldn't help but rub her head and exclaimed, "As expected of Alice!"

Alice's dignity instantly softened, and she squinted her eyes comfortably, like a good golden retriever being praised by its owner.

This made Charlotte and the others' faces twitch.

I always feel frustrated!

Especially Nia, she couldn't even eat. In addition to the feeling of frustration, she also had a deep sense of crisis.

Needless to say, the Saint of White Harbor commands everything, and everyone seems to have some real power in their hands.

Only I am the weakest and have no real power. I have nothing!

Looking at it this way, it seems that I am the most useless one!

This isn't good, it's really not good! If this continues, I'll really become that useless green tea girl that Charlotte calls me, with nothing but breasts!

Damn it, it’s all little Alice’s fault. Ever since she became a saint, the average level of strength and power has suddenly increased!

This won’t work. I have to work hard to compete with them!

Starting from tomorrow!

The elf girl fell into depression and her appetite decreased drastically. She only ate three bowls and stopped.

The military alliance is a very serious matter and the details require a lot of discussion, but there is no rush.

These days, Roy has focused all his energy on bloodline training.

To reach a higher level, you need divinity.

Although [Reputation Points] were linked to divinity and pointed him in the right direction, this matter was still difficult to handle.

You can't achieve great achievements just by talking about them, and you can't gain divinity just by getting the first place in the school.

"Your bloodline is improving fast enough. What you need to do now is to stabilize your current bloodline level and master your power."

Rowling's guidance makes sense.

Although he has no power, his valuable experience as a senior [Pseudo-King] can still come in handy.

Rather than hoping for a higher level that may take an unknown amount of time to appear, the key is to master the existing power as soon as possible.

All along, every time Roy improved his bloodline level, it didn't take him long to master it.

But after entering Sequence 5 this time, Roy discovered for the first time that the use of his extraordinary abilities had become awkward and required a lot of time to become familiar with them.

"That's normal. It's just that we're too talented and got carried away too quickly. The truth is, the stronger the bloodline, the harder it is to control. History is full of examples of people with golden bloodlines who were mediocre and lost in the crowd!"

In order to familiarize himself with his new extraordinary abilities, Roy had to devote himself to busy special training.

[Protection of the False King] is indeed more powerful than before, but it is also more difficult to control.

Entering Sequence 5, Roy can easily condense hundreds of steel swords using [Projection Sword Forging].

If you change to [True Projection Sword Forging], the number of condensed dragon tooth blades will be halved.

The same goes for [Qi and Blood Burst].

The [Qi and Blood Explosion] of [Iron Blood] is nothing more than stimulating one's own blood, but the [True Qi and Blood Explosion] is to stimulate a certain kind of demigod blood power in the real blood.

The explosive power of the dragon clan, the blood magic of the vampire clan, the illusion and water purification of the sea clan, the soul power and resurrection of the phoenix...

Each force is extremely difficult to control.

But once it is used successfully, the power is quite amazing, and it is worth him spending a lot of time to familiarize himself with it.

The college's practical courses are no longer of much help.

Fortunately, with Jon Snow and others as sparring partners, the special training has made some progress.

The only thing that Roy still has difficulty using freely is the development of his bloodline.

Roy could barely condense the phantom of [Iron Blood], but it took a lot of time, and the strength was far below the level of Sequence 5, and it was far from being able to be used in actual combat.

Even if he asked Jon Snow and Rowling for advice, the answers he got were ambiguous.

"Bloodline enlightenment is an instinct etched into the bloodline. It's not a skill that can be taught by words or by example, but rather an instinct that comes from intuition."

"Your white-haired wife is right. This thing cannot be taught. Even if you want to refer to other people's insights, you have to find a senior with the same bloodline."

The senior with the same bloodline, isn’t that my own father?

As a veteran Sequence 5, second only to the Lionhearted King, Carl is truly skilled in using bloodline to enlighten others.

But he has returned to his country now. We can't call him back from thousands of miles away just to ask for advice on bloodline enlightenment, right?

Roy then regretted that he had been so obsessed with love and lust in White Harbor that he missed the great opportunity to ask his father for advice.

In desperation, he had to write to Karl for advice, but he didn't know when the other party would send a reply.

Looking in the direction where the carrier pigeon flew away, Roy let his thoughts drift away.

Until the mild and pleasant aroma of milk and a voice as clear as a silver bell came from behind.

The blonde maid brought a cup of hot milk and said with concern, "Master, you have been working hard recently."

Pick up the milk and take a sip.

It wasn't a special drink, but just the right temperature and milky flavor that Roy loved best, which was enough to heal him.

"It's not that hard, but in order to master the power of bloodline as soon as possible, you have to work hard."

"But it's the weekend, so it's okay to relax a little, right?"

As the words fell, the girl had already placed her hands on his shoulders to massage them.

But it's more than just massage.

Her soft, boneless hair followed the curve of his shoulders and wrapped around his upper body. Her golden hair brushed his cheek lightly, bringing with it the faint fragrance of irises.

Like a clingy puppy, trying to use its body temperature to dispel its owner's fatigue.

"Relax..." Roy's throat couldn't help but surge when he noticed the strange emotion in Alice's eyes.

"Well, let Alice help the master relax."

The whisper turned into a kiss on Roy's cheek.

The simplest healing from the little maid is better than any potion to relieve fatigue.

But just as Roy was about to respond to this tenderness, a cold knock on the door was like a blow to the head, interrupting the angry mood in his heart.

"Sorry, Alice, this won't work."

Alice was stunned: "Huh?"

Roy squeezed her fair little hand and said apologetically, "I have an appointment with Mr. Snow for special training today. Can I stay with you later?"