Chapter 251:

Words : 2083 Updated : Oct 7th, 2025

“Those noble ladies were so enthusiastic, I’m sure that when the party ended last night, Lady Natalie’s invitation to take a walk in the garden was anything but innocent. Her gaze was like she wanted to devour me whole, skin and bones! I never imagined that an old bachelor like me would be so popular in the game.” Early the next morning, on the carriage leaving Bataxin city, Meow King whispered to Thirty-Year-Old Tobacco Mulberry beside him with a smug expression of reminiscence: “Ah, it’s a pity that we’re all a bunch of ‘dead eunuchs’. Damn Alpha Company, they have the ability to make 18+ content but they just won’t do it! Not only do they not make it, but they keep teasing us in various ways, like tickling us. It’s infuriating.” “Are you stupid?” Thirty-Year-Old Tobacco Mulberry looked around with a strange expression, then leaned in to Meow King’s ear and said something, then made a gesture with his fingers. His lewd expression made Meow King’s eyes widen instantly. “Holy crap! You can actually do that? How did I not think of it? You bastard! Damn, I feel like you might have accidentally found a very scary bug.” “Well, well, it was just a little taste. Who knew it would actually work...” Thirty-Year-Old Tobacco Mulberry stroked his fingers with a “full of memories” posture and said softly: “And I didn’t dare to risk my game account on something like this. When I saw her still giving me bedroom eyes and inviting me to continue, I made an excuse and ran. I’m not lying, I was worried about getting kicked offline all night. Heaven’s my witness, I really didn’t mean to! But the character modeling in this game is so damn realistic! In every sense of the word, it’s unbelievable!” “Shh, shh, shh, we can’t let this spread.” Meow King anxiously pulled Thirty-Year-Old Tobacco Mulberry and said: “Don’t let others know! If this gets out and the dev team finds out they missed blocking this part of the 18+ game content, who knows what might happen.” “You think I’m stupid?” Thirty-Year-Old Tobacco Mulberry pouted and said: “I finally found such a fun bug, of course I’m keeping it to myself. Now only you know, and if you don’t tell and I don’t tell, no one will know.” “Good, then let’s agree to keep this secret together!” Meow King solemnly raised his pinky finger, and Thirty-Year-Old Tobacco Mulberry linked pinkies with him like children. As for the student players who had desires but no courage, they were still in another carriage, heatedly discussing which female NPC from last night was prettier. They were completely unaware that while they were still at the level of “screen licking”, their companions had already tasted the meat. Invincible Tyrannosaurus Cheche was bragging about being invited to dance by two noble ladies, but was severely mocked by the others. They had all seen how awkward and flustered he looked last night, completely out of his element. However, apart from these little players who were jubilant about their “worldly experiences”, there were a few more large carriages in this convoy compared to when it departed, and they were all filled with coffins. Those were the die-hard members of the White Mountain faction of the Thorn Clan, who were following Regent Miriam back to the Crimson Citadel to meet with Count Andrei. Miriam was also eager to return and report the results of this trip to Murphy, so the convoy was moving quickly. Now the Crimson Citadel administration had upgraded its equipment. After obtaining 500 demon-hunting warhorses surrendered by the Witch Hunters, even the carriage horses were replaced with good ones. At this speed, they would be able to return to the Crimson Citadel by midnight today. Almost at the same time, in the “diplomatic area” of the Blood Vulture Halls in the Crimson Citadel, Count Andrei was discussing the specifics of the job he had just “secured” with his most trusted subordinate. However, because it was daytime and dawn was approaching, Vesta, the servant who was utterly loyal to Count Andrei, was having trouble concentrating. The unbearable drowsiness forced him to drink hot tea one cup after another, but with little effect. Although Andrei himself yawned occasionally, his condition was obviously much better than Vesta. Perhaps that damn “day walker trick” Murphy introduced earlier really worked? “So the problem now is that we have a gnoll agent codenamed ‘Pangolin’, and he has already made contact with the Wolfsbane Clan. He will act as a guide to bring the Wolfsbane into the Crimson Citadel.” Andrei looked at the three-level sewer layout map in front of him, narrowing his eyes as he said: “We need to take advantage of this opportunity and continuously expand our advantage to ultimately lure those Wolfsbane bastards into the deadly trap we’ve prepared for them and then crush them in one strike! It sounds simple, but when it comes to execution, the problems become very complicated.” “Yes, master.” Vesta yawned and said softly beside the count: “The biggest problem is that we’re short-handed. Although your dozen or so servants are absolutely loyal, they’re all brave warriors who voluntarily joined the Thorn Clan with you from the royal servants, when it comes to cunning, they certainly can’t match the crafty Blood Vultures. They’re fine for fighting and killing. But for this kind of strategy that requires intelligence, we need to choose different personnel.” “This problem will be resolved soon. The core members of the White Mountain faction will arrive shortly, and we’ll be able to see them tonight.” Andrei took a sip of royal red tea and waved his hand, saying: “Our faction being removed by the Grand Duchess doesn’t seem to be a bad thing now. Those uncertain opportunists have already left voluntarily, and those remaining are trustworthy loyalists! I suddenly feel that our previous approach had some issues, Vesta. Perhaps we should re-examine the internal structure of the White Mountain faction and draw some wisdom from this failure. If I were to say what I’ve learned during this time in Transia, it’s that ideals alone can’t get things done. I was too idealistic before. My dear Vesta, we need to rebuild the White Mountain faction from the ground up. Murphy’s management model for the Blood Vulture Clan is worth learning from, so I’ve already made a decision. I want to appoint you as my intelligence director. Just like Lady Adele’s position by Murphy’s side, you’ll be fully responsible for the work handover with Lady Adele this time.” “Of course, I’m willing to serve you, master.” The loyal servant Vesta nodded, but then added: “However, establishing our intelligence network in Transia will be quite difficult.” We will eventually promote the change of the Thorn Clan, making this foreign race that has been independent within the kingdom for hundreds of years truly become a part of Nordtov’s ruling system. We will make the blood clan assassins under the night become the sharpest royal blade in my sister’s hand when she rules her country! Yes. This is my ideal. I’m no longer lost, Vesta. I already have the motivation to move forward and won’t lose my way again in this chaotic world.” These words were spoken with great conviction. But there was undisguised worry in the eyes of the loyal servant Vesta. This worry even overcame the call of midnight at this moment, making him wake up from his drowsiness. He had raised Andrei from an infant in swaddling clothes, and he knew his young master too well. There was a part of Andrei’s personality that couldn’t be made public, such as his worshipful, feverish obsession with his half-sister. Although Her Majesty the Wolf Queen was indeed an outstanding young ruler in all aspects, Andrei’s obsession would sooner or later bring him terrible trouble. Moreover, his young master was very stubborn and had never truly sworn allegiance to his clan. Vesta knew very well. The object of Andrei’s loyalty had always been only his sister, and Grand Duchess Shani obviously knew this too. One day, the Count of White Mountain would have to choose between his clan and his country, and at that time, he would have to face his true ‘ancestor’. Shani This vampire grand duchess who could push her own elder into the fire pit with her own hands and see her off to eternal rest with a smile on her face, would definitely not show mercy because of her blood relation with Andrei when facing such a situation. Therefore, Vesta knew that his young master had chosen a dangerous path full of thorns, even for vampires. It was at this moment that Vesta suddenly understood, as if lightning had struck in his mind, making him exclaim: “You... you plan to ally with Lord Murphy?” “Ha, you finally understand, my dear Vesta.” The Count of White Mountain finally showed a smile from the bottom of his heart, and he said: “Yes, Murphy is an outstanding leader. Even though he can’t possibly submit to my sister, he has already defeated one vampire grand duke with his own hands and ‘conquered’ another. Of course I want to ally with such a person, just for greater goals and interests. I believe that when I have to make the difficult choice between country and clan in the future, Murphy and his Blood Vulture Clan will become one of my biggest backings. My ancestor has never hindered my ambitions. She seems to be looking forward to the final answer I will give. I know it’s difficult, but I won’t give up. I will eventually become the first male grand duke in the history of the Thorn Clan. I will lead my clan to join my country, becoming my sister’s undisputed loyal servant, and protecting her country and her beliefs for her forever! This is the promise I made to her when I was a child. Of course, these are all things for much later. Now we must solidly complete the task at hand, how to lure the Wolfsbane Clan into this first hunting trap set by me, a novice hunter.” “This is not difficult, master.” Vesta narrowed his eyes and said: “We can let that Pangolin bring people over, then catch them and force them to change sides. The Thorn Clan has always been quite good at this.” “No, this is too risky. We can’t underestimate Mr. Korando’s acuteness. That’s a lead wolf who has fought his way out of a wolf den. We need to be smarter, make them eliminate the risks themselves, make them willingly step into the trap.” Andrei looked at the sewer map in front of him, and after a few seconds of silence, he said: “Vesta, have you ever gone fishing?” “Huh?” The loyal servant was a bit confused by this question. Fishing? In that hellish place of Nordtov where even rivers freeze in summer, who would have the mood to go fishing? “I’ve recently taken a liking to angling, and I’ve become fishing buddies with a warrior who also enjoys it.” Andrei chuckled, seemingly recalling some happy memories, and said softly: “That warrior shared his homemade bait with me and taught me the secrets of fishing. For example, groundbaiting is a very important step. We need to first use delicious things to groundbait, to give the hungry and mindless fish a little taste. Then, tempted by the food, they will bite hard on the hook that will be their demise. My dear Vesta, I remember you had a part-time job at the grand theater in North Wind Castle a long time ago, right? So, you must be very good at acting?” “Uh, it’s just a small hobby of mine, master, but I do indeed enjoy the feeling of performing.” “Very good, I’ll need your talent in this area next. If a weak Blood Vulture count is not enough to lure the wild wolves, then adding a Thorn count who is full of disappointment due to demotion and has serious conflicts with the local lord should be enough to emit an enticing scent of victory. I must make good use of my unique identity. Hmm, the Wolf Queen’s brother, a discontented big shot eager for change, would be the best bait in any situation.”

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