164.Chapter 164 – Ranqi Will Never Traffick Bloods
Chapter 164 – Ranchi will never abduct and sell Bloods
“Hubert Leanne, don’t worry, with us detectives and lawyers by your side, it’s impossible for the thugs to do anything to you.”
Frey nodded, he always lent a hand when his companions needed help.
He just didn’t expect the topic to jump that far just now either.
It had been expected to be an uneventful reception, the three of them just needing to play as consistently as they usually did to send their visitors off without a hitch.
It turned out that there was a hidden conspiracy behind it that involved the level of the relationship between the Houghton Kingdom and the Yaloran Kingdom.
If the three of them, who were good role models of the student council, were to receive the academic visiting team from the Kingdom of Yaloran and catch an elite reanimated believer, His Majesty the King would have to give the three of them a commendation for this kind of merit.
The bounty would not be small!
“Indeed, with you guys around, I feel like the danger is always the enemy.”
Huberian also finally understood her position.
It turned out that she was the best bait.
She was also indispensable for their team to be able to keep going in a virtuous cycle like this, getting rich quickly and having everything they needed.
“We’re the front bearers representing the freshman force of Ichorite Academy, we must give the school a good name this time!”
“That’s right, at that time, Dean Loren will definitely thank the three of us properly.”
“……, at that time, in case you cause an accident, don’t leave me behind when you two escape ……”
The three chatted and walked to the first floor when they could already see the familiar sanctuary.
Whether it was the curved roof, or the gorgeous glass windows, they all revealed a serene beauty at this moment, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing.
Slightly crossing the sanctuary and heading to the side behind the staircase, one could find a stone door in the corner of the sanctuary, adorned with an old iron ring, which was the entrance to the underground wine cellar.
“Is this it?”
Frey asked.
“Yeah.”
Ranch replied.
With that Frey pushed open the heavy stone door, an icy chill coming through the cracks as the three continued down the stone steps, soon smelling the aroma of oak barrels, the distinctive odor of time mingling with wine.
When they entered the cellar and lit the lights, they saw rows of huge oak wine barrels, neatly arranged, the lights in the cellar were hazy and faint, the air was filled with the mellow aroma of aged wine, mixed with the damp stone walls and the unique smell of aged wood.
This time the Shadow World was well stocked with both high-grade ingredients and a variety of beverages.
“According to Styxella, simply dropping blood onto the floor of the wine cellar will trigger a reaction from the underground magical boundary.”
Ranch said while taking out a small bottle from his pocket, which collected a small amount of blood shed by the Saintess of Destruction during her previous battle.
One couldn’t let this blood flow in vain.
Ranchi opened the mouth of the bottle and let the crimson blood drip onto the open ground in the center of the wine cellar.
The next second.
Like drops of water touching the surface of a quiet lake.
A burst of transparent red fluctuations spread outward from the center.
The stone floor on the ground appeared to chirp slightly, as if it hid some kind of mechanism.
Ranch crouched down and pressed his fingers to the floor, feeling for the source of the magical spells, and soon, his eyes looked to the side of the wine cellar.
He walked there and poured all the remaining blood onto the ground, and at once, light red magical fluctuations began to surge violently across the surface of the ground, and the stone slabs on the ground instantly let out a deep rumble before slowly sinking!
Until the secret beneath the wine cellar was revealed-
Embedded in the depression under the ground was an ultra-ancient magical device shaped like a metal coffin, with complex magical spell-style boundaries inscribed on it, and those symbols were pulsing and flickering as if they were alive.
Ranch did not rush through the next steps for the time being, but brought Frey and Huberian to the coffin in the ground, observing the magical spells on it.
“Sure enough, this spell is exactly the same as the one in that sealed magic book I had in the library, except that it’s a fifth-ranked magic, so even if I could read or even learn it, I wouldn’t be able to cast it.”
Ranchi’s emerald green pupils stared intently at those spell circuits on the coffin that were made up of ancient human magical texts, and said.
Once sealed within it, it would be locked in a state where it would not be able to get any recovery.
Its name is [Immortal Eternal Punishment].
“When you reach the fifth rank, won’t you be able to learn this magic and use it to seal the Blood Clan?”
Huberian asked from the sidelines.
“Theoretically yes, and while it doesn’t cost a life, just an extreme drain on the caster’s mana plus a certain amount of backlash, the practical prerequisites for this sealing spell are to render the Bloods immobile, and the need for a werewolf and a witch to act as mediums in order to cast it.”
Ranch explained back to her.
He had only understood the skinny part of this extremely complex ancient magic, and the specifics would have to be properly studied after returning to the present world.
However, Ranch inexplicably had a kind of confidence that perhaps this magic called [Immortal Eternal Punishment] was the first magic that he, who couldn’t even cast Fireball, could use without using a magic card!
At that time, he would have to show off to the teachers of the Sage Academy’s Practical Skills Course that he could also use magic.
“As I understand it, it’s now the night time when the sun is avoided, you two only need to drop the blood that serves as the key on the coffin, and this seal will automatically work in reverse and then be lifted.”
Ranch stood up and took a step back and said to the two men beside him. “By the way, it’s better to turn on the [Shadow World Record Program] again for this kind of beautiful moment, after all, there’s nothing to hide about what’s coming up next, and it’s also a good way to warm up for the important live broadcasting event that’s going to take place after sunrise.”
If the academic visiting team from the Yaloran Kingdom arrived right at noon, then it was assumed that they would also be able to see their live broadcast content.
“Understood.”
Frey nodded.
“Shall the three of us restrain him together later?”
Huberian asked again.
“No, you don’t need to do anything, I can take care of him with a word.”
Ranch said with an extraordinarily confident smile.
“……”
Huberian nodded her head in disbelief.
She was still ready to stand in front of Ranch to protect him at any time.
Because she couldn’t figure out at all how a sixth-ranked Blood could be taken care of with just a single word!
Frey and Huberian quickly each slashed their fingertips, and each placed a drop of blood on top of the coffin sealing Viscount Augustine.
The next instant.
The entire wine cellar suddenly became silent, all sounds were confiscated by some kind of mysterious power, immediately after, the center of the floor inlaid with the coffin began to emit a low and deafening roar, the vibration seemed to make the cellar tremble.
A bright red halo of light shot up from the opened slab, illuminating the entire cellar, even to the point of overflowing and staining the sanctuary!
The magical fluctuations in that blood-colored light became more and more powerful and majestic, and the terrifying vision was like an omen of an impending calamity!
The lid of the coffin slowly slid open, and cold air escaped like an abyss of ten thousand years of glaciers.
It was as if the cold air was going to freeze all life in the wine cellar, and then, from the cold, slowly, a palm that had been etched by time to the point of being only grayish-white appeared in front of their eyes.
The hand was very thin, the skin clinging to the bones, almost having lost the nourishment of blood, and the tips of his black fingernails flashed with the cold light of death.
He gripped the edge of the coffin and slowly stood up from the eternal frozen abyss of time, his scarlet eyes gleaming and seeming to glitter in the darkness, sharp and deep, cold to the core.
Viscount Augustine gazed at the three men who had freed and awakened him before him, his face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, only bloodlust unconcealed, ready to feed.
“It was you all, who awakened me.”
Viscount Augustine slowly opened his mouth, that voice was low and cold, every word filled the wine cellar with a horrible sense of oppression, and the scythe of the god of death was already hanging over the heads of the three.
Right now, he was very hungry, even if these three people had rescued him, he still needed to eat.
These three weaklings could only be slaughtered by him.
However.
Ranchi was still as elegant as the butler of this castle, and smiled at Viscount Augustine:
“Viscount Augustine, we have prepared three humans for you, as well as Count Palokas already waiting for you on the third floor.”
And spreading out his palm, he displayed a ring of Count Palokas.
Viscount Augustine, who originally still had some mischief in his eyes, immediately collected his greed and became deep in thought.
This precious ring had a strong aura from the upper blood race, and even Viscount Augustine immediately felt a sense of dread.
If it wasn’t a dependant that the Earl trusted greatly, the Earl would never transfer this kind of carry-on jewelry.
“Count Palokas? ……”
Viscount Augustine murmured.
Since it was Count Palokas who had come to his rescue, he must not rashly take action against the Count’s dependents.
However, the Count was naturally aware of his hungry state when he had just lifted the seal, so he had prepared food for him as well.
“It seems that the Earl has also prepared a great gift for me, it should be three rather good humans.”
Whirling around, Viscount Augustine smiled with satisfaction again, even in the cellar he could feel that it was dark at this time, the true sincerity of these three guys to lift his seal need not be doubted, the
“Take me to Count Palokas.”
“This way.”
Ranch reached out calmly, signaling Viscount Augustine to head up the cellar.
In the dimness of the cellar, Viscount Augustine’s figure was like a black storm sweeping past Ranch, his steps firm and strong, like a beast trying to break free from its cage, eagerly striding toward the blood meal.
When the Viscount walked past Ranch, Ranch stole a glance at Huberian and Frey, smiled and winked at them.
Meaning: he volunteered oh so willingly.
Frey gave Rancic a silent thumbs-up to give him credit, rather like the rampant feeling one gets when a gang of human traffickers gets their way.
“……!”
Huberian dared not interact with them, keeping her head down as she walked forward.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think that she would one day be involved in the matter of abducting and selling Blood Karma waifs!
The Lord Goddess was watching her! —
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Also, I’ve posted a sketch of Ranch’s character below, and I’ll send it out in a single chapter when the sketch is finished~
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