I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: Blasphemer

Porter had been quite content these past few days. With the number of Wild Wolf Gang members rising from 50 to 100, he could feel his ambition increasingly restless.

Every night, he fantasized about his future self as the master of the city. What would he do then?

By that time, he would be the most honored person in the city, even more distinguished than the nobles of Green City!!

Praise be to the Thief God.

“Lord Porter, Priest Emi is here.”

Porter downed his red wine in one gulp and savored the taste before saying, “Please invite Priest Emi in, and then go to that little merchant and take all his wine for me.

By the gods, such filthy merchants don't deserve such fine wine.”

“Yes, my lord,” the two men in the room replied with smiles on their faces as they turned and left the building, knowing they'd make a tidy profit tonight.

Outside the house, an old man with salt-and-pepper hair, dressed in a sackcloth robe, and a slight, hawk-nosed figure, entered.

What was striking about the man was his pair of peculiar, gloomy eyes — as if they had been gazed upon by a demon, filled with an unsettling sense of disharmony.

Upon seeing those eyes, Porter instinctively felt a flicker of fear, but the sight of the other tough figures in the room quickly suppressed his inner terror.

“Priest Emi, welcome. I've prepared the finest red wine for you,”

Porter chuckled dryly as he ushered the old man to a seat.

Emi gave the level 3 thief a deep look, with a flicker of disdain flashing through those grey pupils.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find a suitable person in this city ruled by vampires, he wouldn't have stooped to cooperate with such a contemptible thief.

“Lord Porter, I presume you have some good news to share with me for calling me here so late. Nighttime is for vampires,”

Emi said in a tone that was neither warm nor cold, clearly disdainful of this collaborator.

Porter didn't mind, he met Emi, a priest, on the run.

That wasn't the key point. The key was that he had seen a wanted poster of this very priest in Green City, personally wanted by the temple of the Knight God, with a bounty of 500 Gold Pucks.

Praise the Thief God, that's 500 Gold Pucks, enough to buy ten houses in Green City!!

Although he wasn't clear why the priest was wanted by the Knight God, or the high price of that bounty, he didn't care. What mattered to him was the man's sharp intellect.

It's fair to say that the Wild Wolf Gang could grow to a hundred people in a short time, thanks in part to Priest Emi's brains.

“Priest Emi, you're right, I do have good news. Come, let's drink to that first,”

Porter, with a sly smile, poured the extorted red wine for the other party. Once Emi had taken a sip, Porter continued,

“I plan to commence our plan tomorrow.”

Emi's hand, holding the stem glass, stiffened, and he looked incredulously at Porter.

“Start tomorrow? Porter, are you clear on the number of Bloodline? Do you know their true strength?”

“Of course, Priest Emi. I've bribed two members of the Security Team and threatened them with their families to pass us information. Over the past few days, I've gotten a good sense of the vampires' general strength.

Priest Emi, perhaps we've overestimated them.

As soon as the sun hits the plaza tomorrow morning, the Alchemy Potion we've mixed into the food will cause the senseless, irrational commoners to storm the vampires under our guidance.

Those vampires will surely risk the sunlight to suppress the common folk.

And our warriors wielding silver will deliver the most lethal blow to them.

If we can kill most of the vampires during the day, preventing them from surviving until nightfall, then victory will be ours.”

Emi stared dumbfounded at Porter, who had lapsed into a frenzy, left with only a few thoughts about the meaning of life.

Who am I? What am I doing? Why am I cooperating with him?

The plan seemed simple and feasible, at least in Emi's view, for it was he who had devised it.

But the biggest issue was that Porter wielded far too little power.

Even during the sunlit hours of the day, the notion that civilians, whose levels peaked at 3 or 4 with an average of level 1 or 2, could take on vampires head-on was unrealistic.

According to his plan, they should have continued to cause chaos, allowing the Wild Wolf Gang to grow within it, waiting until their numbers reached 500 or even 1000 before taking action.

By then, they could have created more silver weapons and Alchemy Potions to fight the vampires.

At this moment, the strength of the Wild Wolf Gang hadn't even reached a tenth of what his plan required.

Emi deeply understood the importance of teammates.

Seeing this small-time character basking in the unchecked expansion of power, he didn't know what to say to persuade this foolish thief to abandon the plan.

“Priest Emi, just kill those damned vampires tomorrow, and the city will be ours.

And I, Porter, the City Lord, promise to build a temple solely for you. You'll be the only temple priest in this city.”

Bang~

No sooner had Porter finished speaking, the door crashed down, boards hitting the floor and kicking up a cloud of heavy dust.

The loud noise startled Porter, interrupting his pleasant daydreams, as he stood up in a rage.

“Who?!! Which bastard dares disturb Lord Porter? Break his legs!!”

But as Porter saw who had arrived, all his words choked in his throat, unable to utter another word.

He felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head, drenching him in sweat in an instant.

The elegant Mage robes, a handsome face that elicited self-shame, and the graceful demeanor of a Noble—all made the newcomer's identity clear.

The ruler of this city—a Vampire!!

Lide had just arrived outside the door when he overheard such a long speech. Annoyed, he thought to himself, are they really treating the Bloodline as if they're just dried food? Eat whenever they wish?

Observing the fear-stricken Porter, who had even collapsed to the ground, a hint of speechlessness flashed in his eyes.

Really now? Who gave you such courage?

Lide ignored the other henchman in the room, who were already overtaken by fear—insignificant characters, not worth his attention.

Instead, a frail figure inside caught his attention, making him pause.

Observing the old man, slowly rising, dressed in coarse robes with dull eyes, Lide raised an eyebrow.

The intuition of the Blood Clan Ancestor alerted him to the fact that there was nothing ordinary about this old man.

The old man's presence completely overwhelmed Porter beside him, and his unique aura could even confront his own.

It seemed that within this house, this old man, seated in the guest's place, was the true master.

Especially those dull eyes—they even put pressure on him.

Lide, with a hint of curiosity, opened the old man's attribute panel, and the description made his eyes narrow.

So, this was the instigator—a real big fish.

And not just any big fish, but one so large that an ordinary person couldn't handle it.

Emi Bill

Title: Blasphemer…

Chapter end

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