Chapter 59: I Will Be Your Most Loyal Hound (Everyone, Keep Reading!!)

Without hesitation, Ma Kusi, under Fulade's terrifying murderous intimidation, immediately made his choice.

"Prince, it's in Springwater Village."

As the words fell, Ma Kusi found the terrifying murderous intent dissipate and let out a huge sigh of relief.

Very carefully raising his head, he observed Fulade's expression at that moment, then continued:

"It is a small village on the northern border of Wei Er Wei Ya; I once went looking based on information my father gave, but— I cannot get close."

Fulade asked in puzzlement, "Cannot get close!?"

"Yes, whenever I approach, a warning thread always arises in my heart, constantly telling me that as soon as I get close, I will die instantly."

By the end, Ma Kusi's tone couldn't help but become slightly hurried.

Seeing the fleeting fear in Ma Kusi's eyes, Fulade became even more interested.

"Very good, you are very pragmatic."

"Since you answered my question, I won't be stingy. Speak, what reward do you desire?" Fulade said.

"Reward~" Ma Kusi was clearly surprised; he thought merely surviving was enough, never expecting a prize.

Seeing Ma Kusi's hesitant gaze, Fulade said, "While I'm in a good mood now, state any request quickly; later it may not be so easy."

Hearing Fulade's words, Ma Kusi had a flash of inspiration and, without further hesitation, said, "Prince, I want my brother, my brother Wei Lian; please release him."

"I can guarantee he will obey me and will no longer go out randomly attacking humans, I promise!"

Fulade's mouth twitched ever so slightly upward, his deep gaze fixed on Ma Kusi as he said, "Approved~!"

"No problem, Victor," Fulade looked toward Victor.

Fulade himself intended to release the werewolf Wei Lian, but since Wei Lian is Victor's trophy, Fulade was reluctant to bring it up.

This would easily heighten Victor's insecurity.

Causing him to think that everything he has could be taken away by Fulade at any time, adding many unnecessary variables to the future.

Although Fulade never trusted Victor from start to finish.

But as a superior, Fulade must consider the feelings of his subordinates.

After all, they don't know Fulade's exact thoughts; they only see what he does.

"No problem, Prince." Victor showed slight hesitation, then nodded and agreed.

Yet when he looked at Ma Kusi, his gaze kept flickering, showing Victor's displeasure and conflict, directly targeting Ma Kusi.

Because in his view, all of this was caused by Ma Kusi.

Fulade leaned back in his chair, smiling as he watched the scene before him.

Only Amelia, standing at one side of the hall, looked at Fulade and showed a thoughtful expression.

Fulade had stayed in Victor Castle for less than three days in total.

The next day, Fulade convened the Blood Race Council of Wei Er Wei Ya.

Specifically to discuss feasible plans for the Wolf Disaster's spread into the Holy Court's jurisdiction.

The purpose was mainly to muddy the waters, causing the Holy Court to focus its attention on the Wolf Disaster itself, thereby ignoring the vampires' existence.

Secondly, it was also a test of the Holy Court's strength.

In response, the vampire lords of Wei Er Wei Ya were naturally invigorated, even full of vigor.

This not only shifts the Holy Court's gaze as much as possible onto the Wolf Disaster, making them much safer, but also, for those who excel in the mission as Fulade proposed, they will be transformed into higher Blood Race as a reward and will become leaders of the Blood Race Council in this region of Wei Er Wei Ya.

Faced with such temptation, the vampire lords were naturally very tempted.

Even though they already knew they had become a gun in Fulade's hand.

In Victor Castle, in a certain room.

At dawn.

Release the woman who had been tossed about all night from his arms.

Fulade looked at the other's intoxicated expression and couldn't help but curl his lip inward.

For Amelia's particular penchant, Fulade naturally would not be soft in sparing her.

He gently stroked her supple, fair, delicate skin, the red swollen marks still vivid.

As Fulade's fingers brushed, Amelia's snow‑white back prickled with fine goosebumps.

Looking at her almost fainting, her cold‑beautiful face on the brink of ecstasy and death, Fulade suddenly lifted her chin, leaned close and said, "Do you hate me, Amelia?"

Amelia opened her cat‑like blue‑green eyes, was bewildered for a moment, then naturally shook her head and said, "No, I don't hate you, Master~"

"At this moment, I only love you." Perhaps ashamed to speak, when she said it, her voice was as faint as a mosquito, barely audible.

If Fulade's hearing weren't sharp enough, he might have missed that sentence.

Fulade looked at Amelia thoughtfully.

It was evident that after several nights of training, Amelia's gaze toward him had changed dramatically.

If Fulade were sufficiently versed in psychology, he would now surely understand that Amelia had developed classic Stockholm Syndrome.

Although Fulade didn't understand the condition, it didn't hinder his own judgment.

Fulade could clearly see that it was Amelia's subconscious slip.

This made Fulade unintentionally introduce subtle changes in his tone toward Amelia thereafter.

This also led Amelia to become even more certain that she truly loved the master who constantly employed various methods on her, filling her with awe.

This time, when Fulade spoke to Amelia, his voice became gentle for the first time.

Although the change was slight, Amelia's especially sensitive nerves still detected the difference.

"Amelia, among these lords, you are the one I trust most."

"Can you live up to my trust?"

Looking at Fulade's handsome yet imposing face, Amelia couldn't help but nod and say, "Master, I will be your most loyal hound."

Fulade looked appreciatively into Amelia's eyes: "I believe— you will do it."

"I will bestow upon you even greater power; see to it that everything here is taken care of for me."

"Especially—Victor, this person's mind is just too complicated."

"Master, rest assured, I am your eyes and ears here, your minion; whatever you command, I will steadfastly support and carry out."

Seeing Amelia, whose emotions were a bit agitated, Fulade nodded with satisfaction, looked at her slender, enticing neck, and sank his teeth into it in one bite.

An alluring, delicate hum instantly rang through the room.

(End of chapter)