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Chapter 67

Rhys Laval's father died of an illness when he was young. Due to his young age, he was raised by his noble uncle. The title of Baron could only be inherited when one reached adulthood. His uncle was a standard noble, so his uncle was a successful noble. He looked dignified on the surface, but he was despicable and shameless behind the scenes. He relied on the rules of the nobles and used various methods to gain more benefits.

For example, marriage. The young Les Laval was engaged to a noblewoman and was sent to her castle. It was a dark time, and the noblewoman died in an accident or some other disaster.

Through the agreement of the engagement, the noblewoman's property was taken over by Rhys. To be precise, it was taken over by his uncle. As he grew older, the number of 'accidents' that happened around him increased.

When Rhys finally reached adulthood and took over the title of Baron, he began to distance himself from his uncle. However, it was undeniable that he had been living in his uncle's shadow, and he had always had problems with the management of his territory.

He sensed that there was a conspiracy. After all, his uncle had been managing his territory for so many years, and he might die in some kind of accident at any time. The reason why he could live until now was that the Kingdom of Royas's attack had attracted his uncle's attention.

Rhys's character was similar to his uncle's. They were very good at using the rules. This was a skill that he had trained in order to survive. Because he had no one to trust when he was young, he could only rely on the noble inheritance law to protect himself.

He had seen darkness and prayed for light. He had his own ideals, so when the news of the Saintess of Salvation appeared, he seized this opportunity. He used the title of the Lord to withdraw all the money and food, and joined the army with his private soldiers.

In the army, his uncle's conspiracy naturally fell apart. If he seized this opportunity, he might even be able to make a real contribution.

Looking at the Saintess of Salvation riding on a white horse, Rhys had a good impression of her. After all, to him, the appearance of the Saintess of Salvation was like the light that he longed for. As long as he looked at her, he could feel her purity and beauty.

"That girl has the power to make people believe in her." Rhys sighed. He grew up in an environment where there was no trust. If he could wholeheartedly trust someone, that would be a happy thing.

"We've reached the village ahead. Send someone to check it out. Let's rest there." Rhys came up to Nala and suggested: "Colomier might be an emergency, but we also need to focus on recuperating, otherwise, the soldiers won't be able to fight in time"

"En … I'll listen to you then." Nala nodded. She actually didn't know much about marching and fighting, but since she didn't know, she would leave it to someone who did. This man named Rice seemed to be quite reliable, so she would listen to him. "Be careful not to disturb the residents here."

In a house in the village, a man with an ordinary face suddenly opened his eyes. With a fanatical expression, he opened his cabinet and threw away all the junk on it. Then, he took out a book from the bottom compartment.

"Master is calling me," the man muttered in a low voice as if he had gone mad, "Master is calling me!!"

He held the book and regarded it as a treasure. He gently caressed the book with his fingers and then placed it on the table.

The book was only as big as his palm, its cover depicted a living and agile golden dragon.

The man carefully pulled out a dagger, cut his palm open with a sense of duty and ritual, then pressed it onto the cover of the book.

As blood flowed out, the golden dragon began to wriggle and turned into thin golden tentacles that absorbed the blood, then plunged into the man's hand.

Nala suddenly looked towards the village in front of her. Her spirit was extremely sensitive to begin with, and combined with her [Respiratory Art], her perception had already reached a certain extreme. Just now, she had sensed something evil and ominous flashing through the village.

A hand with golden patterns on it grabbed the book. Although this person's face was still ordinary, there was a unique aura coming from his body. That kind of dangerous charm was terrifying and intoxicating at the same time.

Only Negri possessed this aura in the entire continent. This man was one of the chess pieces Negri had sent out all these years. The book was the communication method Negri had given him.

The cover was drawn with Soul's Blood. As long as he activated it with fresh blood, he could temporarily possess the Soul's Blood. Through the Soul's Blood, Negri would be able to control this person's body and descend.

However, not everyone could withstand the Soul's Blood. After Negri descended, this person's body would be crippled because it couldn't bear the burden of the Soul's Blood. However, these chess pieces were all clear about this, but they were all willing to do it.

Their God descended upon them, allowing them to shed their ordinary bodies and merge their souls with their God. How glorious was that?

Negri's gaze seemed to be able to see through the walls and observe the reinforcement troops.

"A motley crew." It didn't take long for Negri to give his evaluation. This troop was a bunch of random people, gathered together under the guidance of the so-called Saintess of Salvation. They seemed to have a decent presence, but their management was chaotic, their personnel were mixed up, and their lack of combat experience was quite obvious.

If this troop went to support Colomier, they would only be throwing their lives away in vain, unable to save the country at all.

"Then let's train them first" Negri smiled and said, then took the book and walked towards the other side of the village.

Aside from summoning Negri, this book also had another function, which was to store germs. The entire book was made from a unique material, each page contained a germ that would be activated upon contact with fresh blood. Combined with certain knowledge, this book could create monsters for combat.

Negri walked out of the village, climbed up a hill, and saw many tombstones. Most of the villagers were buried here after they died, but due to the chaos of war over the past few years, no one felt safe here. The nobles conscripted soldiers everywhere and increased taxes, so more people died than usual.

"Grow up quickly, Nala" Negri flipped to one of the pages. The illustration on that page was a group of hideous monsters, their bodies were rotting away, their eyes were devoid of any emotion, almost like a group of soulless monsters.

"There are no traps in the village, I've chosen a location for the troops to set up camp there and rest for the night" Rhys reported after a bit of scouting.

"Hm, everyone be careful and arrange for a night watch, I have a bad feeling about this" Nala dismounted from her horse, looked around and sternly said.