They all call me master.

Chapter 841 Monsters, Monsters and Monsters I

Gracia Hamlet looked at Count Bert in front of him, and a chill rose uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, as if to freeze him completely——

'Father, why don't we annex Betland?
As long as the benefits are distributed properly, those guys will definitely agree.

Moreover, the Einhard Territory connected to it would become the next battlefield if the witchers' past "controversy" was stirred up.

It becomes an extremely tempting battlefield, attracting those guys to enter.

We can learn a lot just by sitting back and watching.'

This was the question that Gresa asked her father privately after her coming-of-age ceremony.

The old lion laughed at that time.

'The world is more complicated than it seems.

And in South County, there is another guy that I need to be wary of.'

'Count Bate?'

The little lion guessed it immediately.

'Yes, it's him.'

The old lion affirmed the intelligence of his eldest son.

At the same time, in order to praise, the old lion revealed some secrets -

"That monster, Count Bert, is immortal!"

Undead monster!

At that moment, Graesa, Hamlet remembered what his father had said.

Therefore, although it was possible to annex Beth County very 'smoothly', they still had to wait for so many years and wait for an 'appropriate' reason.

However, the moment Count Bet appeared, the little lion realized that he had still underestimated him.

The intuition of [spirituality] allowed him to see death.

The muscles, bones, blood, and organs of the body are experiencing an unprecedented pain.

As if frozen!

That chill is beyond words!
But it is a real attack!
Without any hesitation, the little lion played a trump card.

An ancient scroll with golden patterns was torn open.

Suddenly, warm white light filled the secret room.

At this moment, a lady seemed to appear in the white light. She looked at the suffering little lion, stretched out her hand with pity and heartache, and stroked the little lion's head.

In an instant, the coldness dissipated.

The muscles, bones, blood, and organs that had been frozen and necrotic by the cold not only recovered directly, but also became three times stronger than usual.

“Elena’s compassion?
As expected, the Golden Lion Family obtained the treasure of the last Holy See."

The handsome middle-aged earl laughed with interest.

Irene, the only female pope in the Holy Age.

The Pope, who lived during the period of shadow invasion, was a respectable lady. Not only did she lead the fight against the 'shadow', but she also effectively curbed the spread of the shadow - at the cost of her life.

The pope burned her own flesh, soul, and destiny to keep the shadows off the land.

'Elena's Glory'!
Everyone is called that.

And 'Elena's Compassion'?
This is the important legacy left by this female pope to the Holy See.

There are twelve scrolls in total.

It is a special secret technique that claims to be able to completely revive a person as long as the death is not instantaneous, and it can also increase defense and recovery capabilities.

Some say that it is imprinted with the "path" of the Pope, others say that when the Pope discovered the peculiarity of the "shadow", she was prepared to sacrifice herself and split her soul in advance, and that there are fragments of the Pope's soul in it, and some even maliciously speculate that the Pope is preparing for resurrection.

But no matter what.

'Elena's Compassion' has reversed the disadvantages of the Church several times.

And of the original twelve scrolls, only three were left.

However, the whereabouts of the church are unknown after it was destroyed by the nobles.

At this moment, when it appeared again, it was already in the hands of the little lion.

“Sure enough, your ancestors found a loophole in the original covenant.

The Golden Lion Family is such a disgusting family."

Count Bette spoke slowly.

But the little lion ignored all this.

After the little lion fully recovered and became three times stronger, he did not launch an attack, but...

run away!

Ripples in space appeared behind the little lion.

He jumped back directly. There was no doubt that he didn't know why Count Bette appeared here. It was possible that his men who were sent to intercept him made a mistake, or it was possible that Count Bette discovered something.

But no matter which one, he needs to leave.

If you don't leave, you'll be looking for death.

For an immortal monster, the best solution is to wait for it to grow old.

As for fighting?

The little lion hopes that the psychic from Nanlos will face the monster in front of him and test the other party's strength, but he definitely does not want to face the monster in front of him.

The little lion accurately blended into the ripples behind him.

Count Bet looked at this scene and shook his head. Then, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!
The ripples that had just disappeared as the little lion entered reappeared.

Still in the original position.

The little lion took a step forward, his face full of shock.

If the little lion's face was just filled with shock when he saw Count Bet before, now it was filled with disbelief.

His 'talent' was restrained.

Do not!
Not restraint!

Yes……

manipulate!

At this moment, the little lion's scalp tingled, and he looked at Count Bet with horror in his eyes.

Almost unconsciously, the little lion took a step back.

Count Bet did not chase after him, but took a step back like the little lion.

The next moment after Count Bette left the spot, a small, scarlet light spot appeared under the feet of the handsome middle-aged count.

But immediately, the scarlet light began to spin.

Just like a whirlpool on a river, it expanded rapidly and was full of "fatal dangers" -

One after another, withered arms stretched out from the whirlpool.

The blood dripped down and turned into more bloody red spots.

The light spot immediately turned into a vortex, and more arms stretched out.

The cycle seemed to be so intense that not only the entire secret room but even the Londohat Port would be flooded.

Because, this is the most powerful secret technique of the 'Blood Duke': the River of Death!
Even the 'Blood Marquis' did not inherit due to an accident.

But now, it appeared in the little lion's hands again.

Even in the form of a scroll.

But it was enough to make Count Bate exclaim in admiration.

"Deception, deceit, greed...

He is worthy of being the heir of the Golden Lion Family.

You are truly a model of nobility."

The Paragon of Nobility was the honorific title of the Golden Lion Family in the 'Silver Age'. Although it became 'unknown' with the advent of the 'Pioneer Age', the nobles still honored it in the traditional way.

Of course, the reason why this tradition is preserved is naturally because of the contempt and ridicule for the old lions who opened up the "pioneer era".

All nobles are missing the 'Silver Age'.

In that era, they were the real aristocrats.

After the 'pioneer era', they were just nobles.

Count Bate was different.

When the earl praised, there was no contempt or sarcasm in his words, only admiration from the bottom of his heart.

After all, the little lion is worth it.

From the moment he met him, the little lion planned everything.

The fear is real.

The pressure is real, too.

But even under fear and pressure, they can still make such a layout. Isn’t it worthy of admiration?
If he hadn't 'seen the overall situation', he would have been at a disadvantage just now.

And now?
Count Bet appeared behind the little lion, his hand passed through the little lion's back and pinched the heart full of vitality.

Then--

The middle-aged earl's brows suddenly frowned.

(End of this chapter)