After Andrew separated from the group, he went inside the room that was assigned to him.
Bang!
"That bitch!" Andrew’s face was flushed with anger as he punched the wall. Just thinking of his own fiancée acting all close to a man she had just t made his gut twist, and the public disregard she showed toward him made him even more furious.
"Just wait. One day, when I get stronger, I will make you my whore and slave," he vowed in his heart. He was very realistic—he knew even after they got married, he would be subjected to even more abuse and humiliation, and he had to grit his teeth and endure until he accumulated great strength and one day retaliated against her. Until then, he knew he had to swallow his pride.
After a few minutes had passed, his anger had finally cooled down a bit. Thinking about Amber’s interest in Victor made him feel a bit uneasy, but he shook his head as he had more important things to do.
He reached for his spatial ring and rummaged through it until he brought out a communicator, which was a small square object with a circular button on it.
Click.
Without hesitation, he pressed the button.
Ring... Ring...
Andrew waited patiently until the call connected.
The device left his hands and floated a few inches above the ground, and a human-sized projection appeared in front of him.
"Ah, who the fuck are you? Where is my father?" Andrew could not help but say when he saw the man in the projection. He expected his father, but instead saw soone wrapped in bandages like a mummy.
"Shut the hell up, it’s —your father, George Light," the bandaged person said with irritation as he looked at his son, who was staring at him in disbelief.
"What? Father, what the hell happened to you?" Andrew asked in a shocked voice.
"This is the punishnt the Count gave for failing to kill your hateful cousin, and I am also forbidden from taking a potion," the man said with a bitter smile.
"This is too much—that old fuck and that bitch have gone too far," Andrew said with red eyes as he clenched his fists.
"There is nothing we can do. This is the fate of the weak. I had hoped that you would awaken a new Warlock Bloodline... sigh... but you only awakened the Light Family’s non-combat-oriented bloodline," George said with a sigh as he looked at his son.
"Anyway, why did you contact ? Did sothing happen?" George changed the topic as he looked at his son with questioning eyes.
Andrew snapped out of his anger, then looked at George and said in a serious voice, "Yes, sothing huge happened, and I think if given ti, the Silvernum territory might reach the ranks of a Duke."
Hearing these words, George was startled and frowned as he looked at Andrew. "What are you talking about? Explain clearly."
George was hit by a wave of unease as he looked at his son and thought ’ Fuck, what does he an by reaching the status of Duke’
"It’s better if I show you," Andrew said as he turned on a video projection which he had secretly recorded when Victor was demonstrating the power of the chs, and also when his knights fought monsters using them.
Then the video of the chs started playing. Andrew observed as George initially watched with mild interest, but soon his eyes widened in surprise, which quickly turned into full-blown panic.
"What the hell are these?" George said, his eyes bulging as he looked at Andrew and pointed at the projection, which had just finished.
"He calls them chs, father, and it seems he—and his descendants—will be the only ones who can create them, as it is tied to a Warlock Bloodline," Andrew said in a solemn tone.
"Warlock Bloodline..." hearing this, George frowned as his previous plans to steal the thod or use pressure from nobles to obtain the ans to create chs were all rendered useless.
"What should I do, father?" Andrew asked.
George was silent for so ti before saying in a ruthless tone, "Try to poison him if you are sure you won’t get caught—and let’s first see what the other nobles do."
"I understand," Andrew said as the projection vanished.
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Amber was in her room and was staring at the projection silently.
"This will change the balance of the world," Pluto, who had been contacted by Amber, saw the video, furrowed his brows, and said in a serious voice.
"Did you try to buy them?" Pluto asked, looking at Amber.
"Yes, I have already discussed it with him, and he agreed to sell the weaker ones," Amber said.
"I see," Pluto said and fell into silence. He was not surprised—if he were in Victor’s place, he would also do the sa thing and not sell the most advanced chs.
"I placed an order for about 20,000, but he said he will start after a month," Amber said calmly.
"Good, then you stay there until the order is completed," Pluto said, and then his gaze flickered at Amber.
"See if you can seduce him and turn him into your slave. If you can, I will kill those incompetent Light Barony losers and have you married to Victor Silvernum instead. Do you agree?" Pluto said as he narrowed his eyes at Amber.
"Of course, Lord Father. I will turn him into a slave and make him work for you and the interests of Oreburgh County," Amber said, bowing her head.
"Haha, as expected of my dear daughter—you never fail to surprise . I can’t wait to turn him into a slave," Pluto said, grinning, and then looked at Amber and said in a cautious voice, "Don’t be impatient. Take as long as you want to turn him into a slave. If the orders are done and you still have not succeeded, then place more orders—I will send soone with the money."
"Yes, father," Amber said calmly, but inwardly she was ecstatic.
’Old fool... just wait. After I subdue him, I will first make him create a powerful army under the Silvernum Barony, then use it to crush the Oreburgh County and take it under my control—and torture you to death,’ Amber thought with a cruel smile on her face. She already had information that a civil war was on the brink and could use this opportunity to strike her father.
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Victor was in his room, looking at the ch Shop.
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Mana Stickman Robots
Cost: 10,000 experience points
Rank: Uncommon
Description: Worker robots used for blacksmithing, potion-making, etc.
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Artificial Mana Intelligence
Cost: 400,000
Rank: Rare
Description: One of the lowest-ranked artificial intelligences used by users of the Magic chanic Bloodline. The user forms a contract with the AI after creating it, which allows it to control robots and utilize the Magic chanic Bloodline powers to create Magitech items. The AI is 100% loyal and cannot betray the user.
Note: Can control hundreds of robots at the current rank. To increase the number of robots it can operate, the user needs to upgrade its rank.
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"I have enough. This should solve my manpower problem," Victor had already been stressing about how he would make so much alone to equip the army, but now he had found a lifeline to ease his burden.
"Ha, let’s see what’s going on in the player forum," Victor mumbled as he opened the player forum, which he had not checked for so ti and was curious what was happening.
"Huh?" Victor’s eyes widened when he saw a bold title and a weird expression appeared in his face.
[Bounty on the most Dangerous NPC Frost Eye, $300 million
"Heh, a bounty on ? This must be the Crimson Lion Guild," Victor said with an amused smile as he opened the post and read the comnts.
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Noobjoke77: Hah, those arrogant bastards sure t their match. I am a number one fan of Frost Eye.
Gar16876: Yeah, when I was buying items from Frost Eye, these guys rudely pushed aside, and I heard Matthew ask for a 50% discount. Damn, he was just like those young masters I read about in novels.
Iwanttoberich6666: Anyone want to team up to hunt the NPC? I am willing to share the spoils.
Shooter789: I want to, I an it’s real-life money, but the problem is that he is too strong.
Thoughtfulgar712: But the bounty will still remain active. Those guys are really petty. I can just imagine that when players are strong enough in the future, they will hunt down the NPC and he will die.
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"Heh, they think I will remain stagnant," Victor sneered, reading the last comnt, and closed the forum. Maybe I should also put a bounty on the mbers of the Crimson Lion Guild.
A wicked smile appeared on his face.
Knock, knock.
Victor looked at his door and frowned. "Who is it?"
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