Chapter 267: 266 The Necessary Condition for Being a Good Venerable Lord is to Deliver the
Chapter 267 266.The necessary condition to be a good lord is to deliver the most wonderful assist-[1620].
(Additional support for brother “Huo Zheng is quite good” [16/20])
“Exalted Lord, are you going back here?”
In the luxurious carriage leaving the Wolfsbane Territory, Lord Palanor looked towards Venerable Lord Paying, who was sitting across from him with his eyes closed, and he whispered:
“That, in fact, after realizing your imminent arrival, King Louis asked me to invite you to the Golden Sparrow Palace for a late supper”
“What time is it, with human habits, it might be more appropriate to invite me for breakfast.”
Without opening his eyes, His Holiness said:
“But since the local master has made the invitation, it would be too arrogant for me not to go, but I can’t stay for too long, it’s not easy to come out for a trip, and I still have to stop by the Castilian Elf Kingdom and the Sanghai Empire on the way.”
“Oh, is it to discuss with the Elf King and Pharaoh King about the Black Plague defense?”
Rose Knight Palanor grinned and patted himself on the back:
“You really are unusually busy with your day-to-day business.”
“Hmm?”
Venerable Lord Paying opened his eyes with an odd expression.
Those amber-colored pupils glanced at Paranor as he said softly:
“It has nothing to do with business.
I just heard that the Elf King had found a nice artifact thirty years ago and wanted to go to appreciate it, and the Pharaoh King will be celebrating his birthday in a few months, and King Tutamonte sent me an invitation, but Black Plague matters prevented me from taking time off then so I went ahead to congratulate him.
Well, it’s true that I could have stopped by to chat with those two about the Black Plague, but after the lesson I learned last time, I don’t really feel like I need to remind them about it.
King Quirion and King Tutamonte are both very wise rulers.
They can see the threat of the Black Plague and are willing to give their strength to it, and in that respect they are much wiser than the human kings.”
“But this time the performance of Nordtorf and the Kingdom of Goldfinch has been quite good.”
Paranor whispered:
“As soon as my people arrived, the two kings made a decision as fast as they could, and currently the two countries are already reorganizing their armaments, and their vanguard is about to enter southern Transylvania to assist in the defense.
This is already a hundred times better than the prevarication and disregard in the last Black Plague.
But since the words are here, Your Holiness, I still feel that we should send more people to Transylvania to help the Blood Vulture Clan build up their defenses.
They’re in a bit of a bad shape, and I’m afraid they’re not strong enough to face the Black Plague.
Even if the Blood Vulture Clan is able to fend off the main force of the Jackals at the Barren Mountains, we can’t cover the entire region of the Tainted Swamp, and even if only a single offshoot division enters Transylvania, it would be a disaster for the defense force there.”
“You seem to be underestimating the new regime of the Blood Vulture Clan a little too much, Paranor.”
Third Lord Yvette, who was sitting beside Venerable Lord Paying and maintaining an image of indifference characteristic of elves, replied:
“Everything they did locally after you left there was beyond our expectations, and according to the three reports sent back by my heir, Laneia, the new Governor of Transylvania, Murphy, has demonstrated unexpected positivity and competence in matters of defense against the Black Plague.
They have completed the cleanup of the jackal bandits in Count Cadman’s domain, and are about to start a showdown with the jackal warlords of the Andromeda Hills that will directly determine the right to belong to Transylvania.
And they had also reached a preliminary political alliance with Nordtorf and the Kingdom of Goldfinch.
The progress on this front was beyond our expectations, especially the great battle with the Wolfsbane Vanguard at the Scarlet Fortress a few hours ago”
Lord Yvette flicked her tongue and said in an emotional tone:
“Fewer than 50 old members of Clan Scarlet Vulture and their equally fewer than 40 new members joined forces with the rest of the city’s Bloodservants and fought to the death against more than 300 of the elite Wolfsbane Vanguard in the sewers.
They wiped out the Grayclaw faction with heavy casualties, not only defending their territory but also regaining their dignity.
My heir was involved throughout.
She wrote a great deal about the bravery and militancy of the Blood Wyvern Clan, praising it as the first bravery of the Blood Clan, I don’t think that Laneia’s description is exaggerated, to be able to fight with that kind of battle-damage ratio already shows that the Blood Wyverns have been transformed by the catastrophe.”
“That’s nothing to sneeze at.”
Paranor said, waving his hand:
“They have the Scarlet Witch who has regained her power sitting in their midst, that’s a rare and talented Spiritualist of my clan, she alone is enough to overpower the Wolfsbane Vanguard who is not good at Spiritualism.”
“Oh, foolish wisdom!”
Yvette sneered:
“What if I told you that Archduke Tris didn’t participate in the battle at all?
She didn’t even enter the sewers, and the entire battle from start to finish was led by the trio of Governor Murphy, Countess Phymis, and Earl Whitehill of the Thorn Clan.
As an ancient inherited family, the Blood Vulture clearly understands how to take back lost face in a dignified manner, and their victory this night is enough to be passed down as a good story.”
“Tris didn’t participate in the battle?”
Palanor’s eyes widened as he said:
“That’s impossible! Although the beautiful Murphy was talented and courageous, he was only a Black Iron ranked swordsman, and even if His Holiness had helped Countess Phemis enter the Silver rank, their base power was still insufficient, and they couldn’t possibly be a match for an elite faction that had existed for decades.
What’s more, in an environment like the sewers, the Blood Vulture’s advantage is limited whereas that’s Wolfsbane’s favorite closed battlefield to unleash their wildness and brutality to the greatest extent.”
“They definitely can’t be relied on alone.”
Ms. Yvette said with a wave of her hand:
“Laneia reported to me that the witch hunters also joined the fight at the height of the battle, and in addition, the commoners in the Scarlet Fortress seem to have become a source of power under Murphy’s command.
It’s really hard to imagine, what kind of spell did that little Murphy use to compel the witch hunters to fight for him? More importantly, how did he manage to make cowardly civilians develop courage in the face of a brutalizer like Wolfsbane?
Could it be that Sister Tris has developed some more strange mind spells?
She is indeed very good at that.”
“It’s the charm of personality and the art of domination.”
Venerable Lord Paying, who had closed his eyes again, waved his hand and said:
“If it’s just civilians helping each other it can still be understood as spell compulsion, however the witch hunters and the Thorn Clan’s full participation in the war won’t be that simple.
As I recall, the order that Laneia received was to assist the Blood Wyvern Clan in building up their defenses and training their army, and given her cold and arrogant personality as a Moon Elf, it is unlikely that she would actively participate in the Blood Wyvern’s feud with the Wolfsbane.
In other words, that Lord Murphy convinced her.
Even if there was an element of the Wolfsbane clan violating traditions, being able to verbally convince a moon elf who was as stubborn as a rock was in itself an indication of that Murphy’s talent in uniting others.
He was undoubtedly an excellent lord who knew how to properly utilize all the available forces under his command.
He even took in witch hunters who had nowhere else to go.
It was almost as if it was a modest miracle.”
“Your Holiness, your evaluation is a bit too high, isn’t it?”
Yvette grunted in dissatisfaction.
It was as if she had shed her elfin condescension in an instant, and like a goblin she reached out to lie on the Venerable Lord’s shoulder, half of her body hanging beside Venerable Lord Paying, pouting her lips as if she were pouting and saying:
“You haven’t even evaluated me like this, even if I’ve already dedicated everything I have to you.”
“Other than your loyalty, I’ve been as respectful as possible of everything else you’ve tried to give me.”
Venerable Lord Paying reached out his hand to push Yvette away as he said in an unchanged tone:
“And I’m just being honest, this heir of Tris’s is indeed very different from our people, and I’ve heard a lot of praise from little Phemis that shouldn’t be applied to vampires.
I think this little one might bring a bit of surprise into our stagnant blood society.
Now that he has the Blood Wyverns and Thorns and our Knights in his territory, the relationship between the three clans seems to be working quite well so far under his maintenance.
Perhaps I should give him a little more help.”
The Exalted Lord pondered for a moment and spoke softly to the Third Lord beside him:
“Yvette, you immediately return to your quarters and go to the Misty Coast on my behalf to deliver a message to the leader of the Blood Fear Fleet that I need him to send a credible force to Transylvania as a force to help Clan Blood Vulture rebuild its systems as well as shape Transylvania’s defenses.” The order caused Paranor and Yvette to freeze at the same time.
The Rose Knight then whispered:
“Your Holiness, do you mean that the Blood Fear Clan’s expulsion order that lasted for two hundred years is going to be broken?”
“No.”
Venerable Lord Paying said softly:
“Just giving them a chance.
The wounds that the Blood Fear Clan inflicted on this continent have not healed yet, it is a sin that they can hardly wash away, yet two hundred years have passed and they are far away from the continent yet they also yearn to return under midnight.
It was a terrible sin that naturally required an equally heavy redemption.
The Black Plague
The Black Plague wasn’t all bad.
It could mold a certain degree of unity, and naturally, it could give those who carried the weight a chance to be relieved, and if the Blood Fear Fleet could show their commitment in the midst of a crisis, then this continent might welcome them again.
But it’s only a possibility.”
“The Blood Fear Clan has been far away from the continent for two hundred years, letting them start their first step of atonement in Transylvania, which is still in the midst of all the chaos, is indeed a very wonderful idea, and I think that the human kingdoms will not object to this due to the pressure of the Black Plague.”
Palanor appreciated:
“Worthy of your Holiness! Your wisdom and kindness always shine so brightly and beautifully.”
“I executed their Ancient One Patriarch with my own hands, and exterminated their clan with my own hands until there were only 99 people left, yet you call me merciful.”
Venerable Lord Paying sighed and said:
“O Paranor, you really don’t think through your words sometimes.”
“Haha.”
The Rose Knight laughed awkwardly.
He was just trying to pat his Venerable Lord on the back, what was wrong with him?
But soon enough, Paranor raised another question as he whispered:
“Do you really believe Old Edward’s defense? Honestly, I don’t believe it.”
“Believing or not believing is not the point, the fact that he is shaken but still on our side is enough.”
Not wanting to discuss this issue, Venerable Lord Paying casually said:
“I don’t know how much my ancient brother remembers, but I guess he is certainly less ignorant than he appears, however, the more he remembers, the more dangerous his situation becomes.
Those ancient memories are like a demonic temptation.
More like a door, once you find the key you can’t help but want to open it, even if you know what’s buried behind it is inaccessible to you.
This is true of Oksana, Charlemagne, and Salokhdar.
Alas, original sin.
It is a weight we cannot bear, and yet we shall carry it until the day when destiny is declared, Eden . Our beginning and our end.”
Venerable Lord Paying spoke words that should not be heard.
But Paranor and Yvette acted as if they had not heard a thing, apparently the Lord knew that these ancient secrets could not be spoken off the cuff, so he used a little bit of his “power”.
After he finished speaking, the carriage fell silent, and after a few minutes, the Third Lord Yvette asked in a low voice:
“It is said that Corandor, who made the great mistake, has two daughters, who left Grimnir two days ago with the last of the Sons of the Gray Claw.
Your Holiness, perhaps we should cut off the roots?
I’d be happy to have an easy and enjoyable hunt.”
“Is their destination Transylvania?”
Venerable Lord Paying asked.
Yvette nodded and said:
“According to the returns of our eyes within the Wolfsbane Clan, it is.”
“Then let them be.”
His Holiness said in a casual tone:
“Lord Murphy is the victor, it’s his right to dispose of the losers how he sees fit, hmmm, I’m getting more and more curious about this peculiar little guy.
Perhaps in the midst of the Black Plague, I will be able to meet this clan member who is praised by all.
Perhaps I should make some preparations for that?”
—
“What did you say?”
At the dawn of this long night, Murphy, dragging his tired body and a bag full of Wolfsbane Hearts back to the Blood Wyvern Cloisters, came face to face with the Bow Knight, Ms. Laneia, who had long been waiting here, and got an unexpected news from her.
“Who did you say Lord Paying was going to ask to come to Transylvania to help?”
“The Blood Fear Fleet, Clan Blood Fear to be exact.”
The Bow Knight was clearly confused about this order as well.
After all, Clan Bloodfear had been banished from the vampire circles on the continent for a full 200 years, and to some newborn vampires, it was almost a legendary name.
She reported back to Murphy:
“Venerable Lord Paying has requested that the Blood Fear Fleet send a fine force to come to Transylvania to assist in its defense, in the same pattern as the Thorn Clan sent the White Mountain faction to assist.
His Holiness has also ordered that you command this ‘Division of Atonement’ and that they be used sparingly as a means of atoning for the havoc that Clan Bloodfear brought to the continent 200 years ago.
This may be a grace from the Exalted Lord that represents the imminent revocation of the Blood Fear Clan’s expulsion order.”
“I’m not a trash can here!”
Murphy didn’t have any joy instead he said with a headache on his face:
“Just coordinating the Thorn Clan and the Blood Vulture Clan has already taken me a lot of effort, the two clans are very different from each other from their living habits to their cultural traditions, and there are also you strange, stereotypical, belligerent and conservative Blood Alliance Knights on the side that cause trouble every now and then.
Three clans have gathered in tiny Transylvania!
If you count the Wolfsbane we just killed that’s four! And now His Holiness is going to let a bunch of vampire pirates who have been rolling out of the continent for 200 years come running in to join in the fun!
What is he going to do?
Play vampire family in Transylvania? Why doesn’t he release the Mad Blood Clan sealed in the Holy Blood Land as well?
Wouldn’t that be better?
Let’s build a vampire order in the ruins of Transylvania and I’ll be the head of the order, okay?
Just outrageous!
I respect Venerable Lord Paying, really, even though I’ve never met him, I respect him, but this time his decision is really a bit too careless.
I am the Lord here.
I’m doing something not playing house!”
“But His Eminence stood up to you and rebuked the Wolfsbane Clan, and asked Old Edward to present you and Archduke Tris with a gift as a temporary reconciliation.”
Leonia emphasized:
“This is His Eminence’s goodwill, he didn’t say you had the right to refuse.”
“Boring!”
Murphy said, waving his hands:
“You go tell this to Tris, she’s the Blood Vulture Archduke, leave this kind of Blood diplomacy to her, I’ve got a whole lot of trouble here. The failed Wolfsbane raid damaged us badly, and I don’t think the Jackals are going to let this opportunity pass.
It may not be long before the jackals of the Andromeda Hills swarm over us and chew us up, Lady Leonia, hopefully your war bow is ready.
It’s time for the real thing next.”
(End of chapter)