I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Chapter 261: The True Most Terrifying Life in the World (9000-Word Mega Chapter) Chapter 260: Chapter 261: The True Most Terrifying Life in the World (9000-Word Mega Chapter) Lide's arrangements had to be said to have been effective.

The Centaurs did not dare to take any of his words lightly, and there was quite a bit of a feel of a capitulation under the city.

Exhibiting a sufficiently tough strength before beginning to talk business, although this barbaric method seemed rather amusing to Lide, that was just how Glory worked – if your fists weren't strong enough, no matter who you were, you didn't qualify to sit at the negotiation table.

How much would be offered?

Sam Ironhoof took a deep look at Lide.

“For rare armor, we could exchange it for 20 level 5 Wild Rhino Skins…”

The price of Demon Beast skins was determined by their size and quality, with level 5 Demon Beast skins priced between 10 to 30 Gold Pucks each.

The skin of a Wild Rhino, being a large Demon Beast hide, was worth about 30 Gold Pucks each in Green City, with one skin capable of making at least 5 Magic Scrolls.

And the selling price of a Magic Scroll was 9 to 12 Gold Pucks.

In other words, one Wild Rhino Skin could create a value of around 500 Gold Pucks.

The value of a rare piece of equipment was around 150 Gold Pucks; forged by Dwarves, it could increase by 50, valuing it at about 200 Gold Pucks.

One rhino skin, after his processing, could be exchanged for at least two rare pieces of equipment, with the remaining 19 skins being pure profit.

20 level 5 Wild Rhino Skins in exchange for one rare armor… The profit in this deal was enough to drive anyone insane.

Lide gazed directly at the Centaur Chief, who stood at a towering 3.5 blades tall, and seeing the other's somewhat uneasy expression, a smile appeared on his face.

Centaur had truly been swindled miserably by human merchants before; he probably thought that the price he quoted was very low.

Indeed, it was true. Previously, transactions with human merchants would require at least 50 Wild Rhino Skins to purchase a rare armor, and that was only human forged. By comparison, the price offered by the Shaman was already quite low.

Lide had naturally thought of this as well, but he would not unduly exploit these Centaurs.

Because it wasn't necessary; equipment trading was just the beginning. In his view, the vast Dwarf Hills held much higher value, and it was not just limited to Demon Beast hides.

Could such a large area have no veins of ore? No other rare resources?

These all could be traded, as Centaur had no use for them anyway.

A playful light flickered in Lide's eyes; he already had many preferential policies prepared for these Centaurs.

In the Age of Exploration on Earth, Europeans had plundered tremendous wealth from America using cheap tobacco, fine wine, and necessities of life…

Compared with the conquered Lion Tribe who were subdued by force, Lide had no desire to conquer the Centaurs. Economic measures were much better than direct action, and moreover, Dawn City currently didn't have the energy to start a conflict with Centaurs living in the Dwarf Hills.

The Iron Hoof Tribe served as a window for him to access the Dwarf Hills, and this impromptu plan was something he was very enthusiastic about.

“Deal, Chieftain Sam, your sincerity has won you the opportunity to cooperate with Dawn City,” Lide said with a smile to the Shaman who thought he had secured a “great advantage”.

“All of our current inventory is forged according to human dimensions. Chieftain Sam, you can have your people provide detailed measurements to me.

I will have my Dwarves tailor armor specifically for you.”

Upon hearing this, Sam's face showed intense delight. Tailor-made? There were such benefits?

The pitiful Centaurs had fallen behind the times due to the long-standing blockade; the Dwarf Hills were Centaur territory, but at the same time, it also confined the race there.

They had long since lost the splendor from when they had established the Centaur Empire.

“Lord of Dawn, the Iron Hoof Tribe wishes to establish the sincerest friendship with you.”

“I share the same sentiment,” Lide said, somewhat amused as he looked at the overly excited Sam, “in no more than three days, the first batch of no fewer than 500 sets of rare armors will be delivered to the Iron Hoof Tribe.

And Chieftain Sam had better prepare the Wild Rhino Skins for the trade…”

The Crimson Mage Tower currently urgently needed a batch of Magic Materials to replenish its stock, and he wasn't interested in delaying.

500 sets??

This data instantly conquered Sam, as gathering a hundred complete sets of armor for the tens of thousands in the Iron Hoof Tribe was already considered an incredible feat.

Now, with 500 sets about to be in their possession, the strength of the Iron Hoof Tribe would receive no small enhancement.

Thinking of his tribesmen charging into battle wearing Dwarf-forged armor brought a thick smile to Sam's face.

“Of course, we will gather them with the utmost speed. City Lord of Dawn, may I have the honor of knowing your name?”

Lide didn't respond directly. He looked up at Castro in the sky; his primary reason for not letting Andabella come down with him was that he didn't want the girl to know more information about Dawn City.

“Chief Sam, you may call me Kachar City Lord.”

City Lord?

Hearing this title, Sam's expression became slightly more serious, his gaze upon Lide filled with increased respect.

Being able to call oneself a City Lord means one definitely owns a city; the presence of a Bone Dragon and the ability to casually sell Perfect Quality armor forged by Dwarves…

At this thought, Sam seemed to vaguely see a vast and profound city rising behind this human on the plains.

There is also a City Lord in the Dwarf Hills, the City Lord of Gale City, but he is the common ruler of millions of Centaurs, a figure about to step into Legend.

“Respected Kachar City Lord, the Iron Hoof Tribe welcomes your arrival,” Sam planted the hilt of his great axe into the ground, pounded his chest with his right hand, and gave Lide a warrior's salute.

Lide nodded slightly. Although he and the Centaur Chief were still mutually wary and vigilant, at least now it was off to a good start.

Lide was very interested in the produce of the Centaur Tribe and the Dwarf Hills, while Sam was very interested in the armor produced by Dawn City.

Both had what the other needed, and they struck a deal immediately.

More importantly, Lide possessed strength that Sam had to take seriously; if an ordinary human merchant had come, the Centaur Chief probably wouldn't even bother to pay attention, sending him straight to the Death God with one swing of his axe.

“Chief Sam, besides establishing a friendship with the Iron Hoof Tribe, there is another matter for which I require your help.”

Lide didn't beat around the bush. After the atmosphere had warmed up a bit, he directly stated his primary purpose for today, “I need to take the humans in this valley with me.”

These words caused a slight change in Sam's face beneath the armor, “Kachar City Lord, these are the spoils of war for the Iron Hoof Tribe. As a friend, you shouldn't covet our private property.”

Lide smiled, “Chief Sam, 50 sets…”

Sam blinked, slightly taken aback, “What?”

“50 sets of armor, I'll take the humans with me.”

Sam reacted as if he had been insulted, fiercely removing his helmet.

The face of a human middle-aged man in his fifties appeared before Lide, his black shoulder-length hair somewhat disheveled at the moment, his deeply sunken amber eyes filled with rage as he shouted loudly.

“Impossible, Kachar City Lord, you are insulting the Iron Hoof Tribe!! These are the spoils of war earned with the lives of my warriors!!”

“100 sets…”

Sam's fierce presence wilted in an instant, the left hand gripping the shaft of the great axe embedded in the ground tensed fiercely, his sunken amber eyes glaring dead at Lide, “No, Kachar City Lord, you must realize the great price the Iron Hoof Tribe paid to…”

“150 sets…”

Sam's eyes flashed with some pleasure, “Kachar City Lord, this makes it difficult for me, after all, I still have so many subordinates…”

“150 sets, Chief Sam, I will have the Dwarves forge for you a set of armor of Perfectquality as a gift to you, to serve as a testament to our friendship.”

Sam's eyes widened, his tone resolute.

“Kachar City Lord, please wait a moment, I'll immediately have the humans brought out. For the sake of our friendship, the Iron Hoof Tribe will give all these greedy humans to you.”

Lide laughed heartily.

“Chief Sam, to our friendship!”

When had the destitute Centaur Tribe ever seen such a lavish spender? Sam was outright dazed by Lide's wealth.

“Perfect Level armor, huh,” Sam's face broke into a chrysanthemum-like brilliant smile, his split mouth unable to close.

Lide, seeing the other's expression, laughed heartily; he simply didn't care about this bit of investment.

Had he lost out? Definitely. After all, he could have come here without spending anything; just defeat these centaurs, and all these human captives would be his.

But had he made a profit? He had. Crimson Mage Tower was Lide's most crucial moneybag, without exception, and now, due to the Undead invasion and the disturbance of the beastmen, they almost faced cessation of production due to a lack of raw materials.

Now, by opening up such a new trade route, the profits that it would bring were absolutely more than hundreds of times the cost he had incurred.

While it might seem like a loss, it was definitely a big gain.

Moreover, there was a very important point; Dawn City, having reached a certain scale, was continuing to grow larger and had started to show the beginnings of a new problem–resource surplus.

Most of the materials in Dawn City were still scarce, but some resources were exceeding the city's consumption capacity.

For example, the six hundred dwarf blacksmiths currently forging weapons for him…
How many people were there in the whole Dawn City? Now, including the plundered population, it barely approached thirty thousand.

Even fewer were the military forces, which were so scarce that he needed to forge a batch of armor for the Lion Tribe, otherwise, the dwarfs' strong productivity would exceed what Dawn City's military could use up.

This had resulted in an excess of production resources.

What to do in this situation? They couldn't just let the dwarfs do something else, or forge a large quantity of weapons to store them, right? That would be an even greater waste of resources.

Trading with the outside world was the best choice under these circumstances.

However, because of Dawn City's unique geographical location, it was impossible to directly establish trade routes with the outside world.

Green City was previously a good channel to process these, but if he really followed his plan, and later on Dawn City had to establish a dwarf arsenal, then Green City might not be able to handle his equipment.

Magic Items, due to the scarcity of mages, would sell as soon as they were produced, but weapons and equipment were different. Unless it was Extraordinary Level equipment, any other kind could be found in the market.

So, if Lide were to take the dwarf-forged weapons to sell in Green City, it would not enjoy the same overwhelming advantage as Magic Scrolls; instead, he would face competition in business against those large weapon trading associations.

He would have no advantage.

At this point, the appearance of the centaurs undoubtedly gave him a breakthrough for this idea.

Humans could buy whatever Equipment they wanted in the cities, but centaurs were different.

Like the beastmen, their trade with humans was completely cut off. As long as he dared to sell, and the price was right, the centaurs could handle it.

This was the most comfortable way to trade.

And the centaurs also had something he wanted–Demon Beast skins, and various mining resources and precious materials from the Dwarven Hills; the former could be obtained immediately, while the latter was something he planned to secure in the future.

Turning the Dwarven Hills into an output port for all kinds of goods from Dawn City was a sudden pivot in Lide's thinking.

Not every dispute needed to be resolved by war; war was merely a means, and if there were better ways, war could indefinitely be delayed.

Moreover, centaurs were so poor that even their armor was made from bone frames, warring against them, aside from wasting expressions, wouldn't yield any tangible benefits.

Lide expressed helplessness about this. Although the Dwarven Hills contained wealth, the Centaur Tribe was too poor, except for those Demon Beast skins hidden somewhere, nothing else attracted him.

Under Sam's command, it was not long before two thousand humans were brought out from the glittering riverside caves by the centaurs.

Cuffed at the wrists, the crowd was herded by the centaurs like lambs to the open space in front of the city ruins.

These human captives looked at the tall and strong centaurs with both fear and anger but dared not resist; most of their rebellious forces had been suppressed by the centaurs.

These human captives were basically dressed in luxurious cotton clothes, their faces flushed–a quick comparison with the dimly flushed faces of commoners in Glory made it obvious that these were the well-nurtured upper-class people.

“Kachar City Lord, these two thousand humans are the respect of the Iron Hoof Tribe,
I swear to the Centaur God, as long as the armor is in place, all humans will be gifted to you.”

Sam patted his chest, promising with utmost certainty.

In fact, these humans were of no use to the centaurs at all. They had already been robbed of all their belongings, and even Sam had planned to kill all these humans when he originally intended to leave the valley.

Now, to be able to exchange a group of worthless fellows for hundreds of sets of rare-quality armor was enough to make him very happy, not to mention that the mysterious city lord was also going to have a perfect-quality set of armor custom made for him.

It was simply perfect. Praise the Centaur God.

Lide turned his head and nodded slightly at the crowd, whose expressions were filled with grief and anger but who were powerless to resist.

After much toil and trouble, the goal was finally reached.

As for the armor, it wasn't much for hundreds of dwarves to work together and forge six hundred sets of armor in three days. With the dwarves' forging skills, given sufficient materials, a single dwarf could produce one set of solid, rarequality armor in two days.

It was precisely because of the dwarves' strong productivity that Lide had thought about opening additional trade routes. Previously, he had not dared to let the dwarves work at full capacity, and had to divert some dwarves to mining and construction.

Of course, there was also a reason for separating the dwarves to prevent them from gathering, but it was true that the dwarves had never been fully utilized in production.

The affairs of Risier City had reached a stage where they could be considered barely concluded, and what remained was just to conduct the first trade with the centaur tribe.

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“Kachar City Lord, in which direction is Dawn City, and do we need to assist in transporting these humans?”

After arranging other matters, Sam came to Lide's side again, asking with a hint of curiosity.

He was very curious about this city that he had never heard of before.

After all, there had been no mention of any city in the south of the Nolan Empire that possessed powerful bone dragons.

Lide looked somewhat amusedly at the level 15 centaur, thinking that if one could find Dawn City just by knowing its name, it was essentially a fantasy.

Glory did not have the prophecy magic seen in film and literature; that was a power not even the Divine might possess. In the legends of Glory, only the Creator God had mastery over prophecy magic.

If one reached the level of the Creator God… who would bother using prophecy magic for such trivialities.

Lide was about to speak, but suddenly, as if sensing something, he looked toward the horizon and smiled faintly.

“No need, I think my people have arrived.”

Arrived??

Sam's expression froze, and he immediately turned to look at the distant sky.

What is this??

From afar, countless small black dots slowly approached, and in the blink of an eye, they were above the valley.

The sun in the sky was directly obscured by those terrifying creatures, and numerous large shadows swept across the ground.

Bats!!

Huge bats!!

With wingspans averaging ten blades wide, vicious barbs grew on them, as sharp as a knight's lance, their hairless gray skin bulged with muscles, exuding a sense of power, and beneath their massive feet, scythe-like claws seemed capable of easily tearing through city walls.

A huge mouth full of tusks emitted a very piercing screech.

Where did these terrible monsters come from??

Sam, with a face full of panic, turned his head to look at Lide, whose complexion remained calm, and his heart was filled with shock.

“Kachar City Lord, are these bats creatures you have enslaved??”

Lide watched the Magic Language Bats flapping their wings and covering the entire sky, the incredibly piercing sound coming from their mouths, and nodded slightly.

His tone carried a hint of a smile.

“Chieftain Sam, you should feel honored, for you have made the right choice.

Dawn City will become friends with the Iron Hoof Tribe.

I believe our friendship will be unforgettable,” the speaker concluded.

Honored?

No, what he felt was sheer relief. Sam looked up at the flock of Magic Language Bats in the sky with a complexion that was far from good.

If he had really ignored the other party's request, then when these creatures, more terrifying than demons, arrived on the battlefield, the Iron Hoof Tribe would have been left with no one surviving.

At this moment, the Centaur Chieftain felt inexplicably grateful for his own choice; thankfully, he had sided with the right faction.

How spectacular was the sight of thousands of Magic Language Bats with their ten-blade wingspans taking flight? One only needed to look at the panic-stricken Centaur Tribe below to understand.

Especially the Centaur Archers, who had wasted all their arrows on Withered Bones and were now forced to draw their long knives, looking extremely unsightly.

But no one had a solution, as there were simply too many of these massive creatures.

And at this moment, a tall figure riding a Magic Language Bat slowly emerged from the flock in the sky.

Stanley.

Under the tense gaze of the Centaurs, this former Evil God believer, now a second-generation Bloodline, slowly descended to the ground.

The 15th-level dark Priest in a black robe leapt off the Magic Language Bat, the scar slashed across his face looking particularly ferocious.

Under Sam's wary watch, Stanley took steady steps toward Lide and, with a hand on his chest, bowed deeply.

“Good day, Your Highness.”

Your Highness? Your Highness???

Hearing this address made Sam's face change drastically; he swiftly turned his head to look at Lide, clad in a black mage robe and emitting a mysterious aura.

Your Highness, why address him as “Your Highness”?

Could it be… Transcendent?!!

The Shaman was thoroughly shaken by the conjecture that arose in his own heart.

Although the thought was preposterous, at this moment, he almost couldn't help but believe it a little.

He turned to closely sense Lide, and with his 15th-level strength, he could not detect Lide's aura at all; yes, not at all. If he relied solely on sensing aura, he couldn't even confirm the existence of a person here.

This scene scared Sam once again.

Could this mysterious Kachar City Lord really be an Extraordinary Existence??

But if he were an Extraordinary Being, why would he treat him so kindly? After all, what right did the Iron Hoof Tribe have to negotiate with an Extraordinary Being?

But if not…

His mind then flashed back to the sight three Sunshine Hours ago, when a Bone Dragon, whose breath was terrifying and which had easily destroyed the city, was crawling on the ground like a dog, allowing someone to trample on its head and walk off it.

Surely such treatment was only reserved for the Extraordinary, wasn't it??

That insubordinate Withered Bone was too misleading, for powerful dragons are by nature proud creatures, and even as Undead Life, their nature does not change much.

To have a Bone Dragon kneel like a dog in submission, didn't that prove something?

Lide had no idea that just a single form of address from Spark had frightened Sam this much; he would have found it both laughable and frustrating. They say Centaurs are violence incarnate, so why are you the only one with such an active mind?

“Take those humans back to Dawn City.”

Lide didn't bother with pleasantries with Stanley and directly issued his command, “Also, notify the blacksmith's shop that the dwarves have three days to forge 800 sets of Rare armor, plus one set of Perfect full body armor.”

After finishing his instructions, he turned to gaze at the 15th-level Centaur Chieftain beside him who stood a good deal taller than himself, “Chieftain Sam,
“If you provide my men with the design or related data for the Centaur Warrior's armor, in three days, you will have an entire squad of mighty warriors clad in Dwarf Armor.”

The strong Centaur, Sam, only snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Lide's words. Startled by his own inference, his expression immediately turned respectful towards Lide.

“Yes, respected Kachar City Lord,” he said, and with a wave of his hand, his subordinates immediately brought forward three sets of armor. Sam then took them and presented them to Stanley with both hands.

“This is the armor specially designed for our warriors by a team of human merchants twenty years ago…”

Sam's expression was somewhat regretful; that was the last time those human merchants did business with them because after the deal was done, they threw the bodies of those human merchants into a cave.

Lide nodded. Having a template wouldn't be a problem; Dwarves, renowned as Forging Masters, surely had the skill for this task.

Stanley took the armor and immediately started arranging for the Magic-Language Bats to land, prepared to transport the captured elites from Riser City back to Dawn City.

With the Centaurs' help, the entire process was exceptionally effortless.

The Centaurs didn't care much for niceties–capitalizing on their height and strength, they bluntly tied the humans who dared not express their anger three at a time, back to back, before throwing them onto the Magic-Language Bats.

Only the Bloodlines, numbering in the hundreds, did not descend from the sky; the entire process was completed by the Centaurs, perfectly acting as porters for once.

Thousands of Magic-Language Bats transporting two thousand people was a breeze, completely effortless.

Once everything was settled, Lide didn't delay any further and had the Magic-Language Bats head back immediately.

The Orcish Border had already been breached, and at this time, the Beastman Army was probably still enjoying their spoils within Riser City.

Even flying during the daytime, the Magic-Language Bats would hardly encounter any enemies, and as for the reduced capabilities in daylight, it was unavoidable. Anyway, he didn't need these Demon Beasts to fight.

The Magic-Language Bats came in a hurry and left in a hurry, staying in the Mountain Valley for less than a Sunshine Hour before departing again.

At this point, Sam's attitude towards Lide had clearly changed.

It's one thing to possibly possess the power to destroy the Iron Hoof Tribe; it's quite another to actually have that power. Moreover, there was a great possibility that the other party was a Legendary Transcendent.

Just as Sam was planning to further close the gap with Lide, Andabella, who had been carried through the sky by Castro for half the day, couldn't hold back anymore and took the opportunity to land on the ground.

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“Lord Izreal, I have something to say to you.”

After approaching the two, Sam, with a knowing smile, consciously gave them space, leaving the two standing in the shade of the valley next to the city ruins, looking at each other.

Lide looked at those beautiful silver eyes and smiled.

“The situation here is resolved, speak freely.”

He had a good impression of this proud girl, willing to face death to defend her city; not everyone had such courage.

“Are… are you a Bloodline?”

Andabella, wearing black armor with a Blood Cloak fluttering slightly behind her, let her silver hair fall down her back, looking striking.

Her pale silver eyes were fixed intently on Lide, her hands subconsciously gripping her cloak, her expression very tense.

Hearing the question, Lide was slightly startled, glancing at the Magic-Language Bats that had left the horizon, with nothing to hide, he shrugged with a smile.

“Yes, I am a Bloodline.”

Seeing Lide's forthright admission, Andabella felt a sigh of relief. Once she saw that the Magic-Language Bats could be commanded by Lide, she was almost certain of his identity.

Mysterious and powerful, handsome, and most crucially, able to control Magic-Language Bats, which only Bloodlines could tame.

As a polymath, Andabella knew secrets most didn't, and besides, the Magic-Language Bats weren't such a special secret.

She didn't know why, but she just didn't want the man who rescued her in her most desperate moment to deceive her. Lide's straightforward admission actually made Andabella feel a lot better.

“Miss Andabella, aren't you afraid?”

Seeing the girl's relieved expression, Lide felt a bit odd. When had vampires become so un-scary? A girl isn't afraid?

“Afraid? Why should I be afraid?” Andabella revealed a smile. Despite facing death, the girl's pride remained unshaken, as her chin tilted up slightly.

“As a polymath in pursuit of knowledge and truth, I am quite curious about the Bloodline…”

There's something I don't know if I should say… Lide looked into the silver eyes that shimmered with curiosity and felt stiff. He seemed to see the look of a doctor examining a lab rat.

You're not thinking of dissecting a member of the Bloodline, are you??

Then a hint of regret appeared on the girl's face.

“But, I have to leave…”

“Leave?” Lide frowned.

“That's right,” Andabella's beautiful silver eyes locked onto Lide's pitch-black pupils. “Risier City has not yet been rebuilt; I cannot simply die.

I must go to the Nolan Capital to find my teacher–he might have a way to make up for the life I've overspent…”

Hearing this, Lide subconsciously glanced at the crimson cloak behind the girl. He was about to speak when Andabella smiled brightly, her pride even more evident.

“Your Excellency Izreal, you've been staring at my cloak from the beginning…”

Lide's face stiffened a bit. Was it that obvious? He chuckled and shrugged.

“After all, it's a Legendary Cloak. I think no one could be indifferent to Legendary Equipment.”

“Unfortunately, if I could, I would really like to give the cloak to you,” Andabella shook her head,
“This cloak was once the flag that flew over the capital of the Risier Country. It took a Demigod Level Forging Master ten years to craft, using the Risier Royal Bloodline as a mark during the flag's forging.

Besides the Risier Royal Family, no one else can use it.

Even now that it has become a cloak, this characteristic has not changed.”

The girl seemed to remember something and smiled slightly. “The Risier Royal Bloodline must not be tarnished in the slightest. If I became a member of the Bloodline, I would no longer be able to use the Blood Cloak.”

Lide's expression was a mix of amusement and exasperation. Did she have to be so clever? A simpler girl might be more likable…

The girl continued softly, “For outsiders to use the Blood Cloak, they would have to break its mark. However, once the mark is broken, it will lose most of its power, and the cloak might even downgrade from Legendary to Perfect Quality…”

Hearing this, the corners of Lide's mouth twitched slightly. Who the hell designed such a feature? It's no different than the binding function for players??

Suddenly, he felt as if he had lost a fortune. That was my cloak…

“But, I do know of another piece of Legendary Equipment…”

Then, Andabella's words once again caught Lide's interest.

Another piece of Legendary Equipment?

“Where?”

“In the Nolan Capital.”

I… Lide looked at the seriousness in the girl's eyes and shook his head helplessly.

It's all just out of reach.

“If my teacher can restore my lost lifespan, I will personally retrieve that piece of Legendary Equipment and give it to you. It's related to the Bloodline and greatly enhances them… It seems to be called the Night Holy Grail…

That was information I observed in some Ancient Ruins.”

Legendary Equipment related to the Bloodline?

Lide's eyes brightened, and he gave Andabella a deep look.

When their eyes met, Lide's heart quivered. He felt a pure sense of trust and dependency in the girl's silver eyes.

It was the same feeling he got from his little maid, Vina. Such a feeling was truly wonderful.

And you might not believe it… but it seemed like her eyes hadn't been wiped clean…

“I trust you, Bella,” Lide said, having made up his mind, he didn't hesitate any longer. He definitely wasn't coveting the Legendary Equipment related to Vampires. Really, he just purely wanted to help this beautiful girl, and it had nothing to do with the Legendary Equipment.

It was no problem to let Andabella leave. The girl only knew the fictitious name he had given, Izreal, and her identity as a member of the Bloodline. Even if she were to reveal this, it would have no impact on him.

Dawn City was still in a state of absolute secrecy.

“You can trust me, Mr. Izreal,” Andabella said, tilting her head up slightly as if taking an oath to the Divine, her silver eyes filled with fighting spirit.

The girl had regained the pride and confidence belonging to the Risier City Lord and a great polymath.

Suddenly, as if recalling something, Andabella gestured towards the cave by the river, where the nobles of Risier City were being held.

“How will you treat the nobles of Risier City?”

From the moment the Magic Language Bats took the crowd away from the valley to an unknown location, Andabella knew Lide's true intention had always been the nobles of Risier City.

But what made her curious was how Lide was going to deal with these nobles.

If Lide intended to use these nobles as ordinary citizens for vampiric sustenance, it wasn't necessary to go to such lengths.

There were civilians everywhere in the war-torn borders; there was no need to go to the trouble of specifically capturing nobles.

“Bella, I am not one of those dark, bloodthirsty evil Bloodline members. They will not be harmed.

I have a territory where these nobles will help me build it. Although I rule countless civilians, I lack talented elites,” Lide reiterated his nature as a recorder.

“I trust you, Mr. Izreal. I will keep your secret too, I swear on my soul and the bloodline of the Risier family,” Andabella looked sincerely into Lide's eyes, her voice steadfast and unshakable.

Then, the girl asked the most critical question. “How can I find you next time?”

Lide smiled slightly, “If you appear in Green City, I will hear of it.”

Andabella nodded, giving Lide a deep look as if to etch his face into her soul.

“I entrust the Risier family to you; please take good care of my people. I will retrieve your Legendary Equipment with my life.

Also, if possible, please take me to Green City.”

Andabella didn't plead on behalf of the nobles of Risier City. She understood priorities and indeed harbored worries in her heart.

“Don't worry, I will take good care of your people. Besides, your life was saved by me; don't you devalue my hard work so lightly,” Lide said with a sudden smile.

With only a month to live, Andabella left, and Lide had Castro take the girl, who still held her head high in the face of death, to Green City.

At the same time, this girl carried Lide's concerns… how on earth could one possess a piece of Legendary Equipment…

“Lord Kachar, is that your lover?” Sam asked as he watched the steel behemoth carrying Andabella away, his expression somewhat emotional.

Lide glanced at the shaman and chose not to comment.

Those eyes, full of trust and dependency, made him unable to help but shake his head.

Indeed, women were truly the most terrifying creatures in the world. Too scary.

Chapter end