Chapter 1118: The New Gravekeeper

"Release the King!"

The remaining Witcher guards charged forward bravely.

Then, Yage I seemed to see the old man in black robes snap his fingers: "Rotten Ray!"

Streaks of ink-green light flashed by, and those Witchers began to rot in flesh halfway through their charge, turning into white skeletons and falling beside him.

"What... exactly are you?"

Yage I looked at Masuka, the corners of his eyes tearing, blood flowing out.

"Mortal, you will never know what a vast and glorious civilization you have offended..."

If even one person from these Formal Warlock families had made a move, Yage I would have been defeated and killed long ago.

But soon... everything suddenly changed!

He enjoyed the awe-filled gazes of the Knights around him.

There was fanaticism in Stryker's eyes.

"So weak... unable to even withstand a Trick that isn't a Formal Witchcraft, too weak."

When the anger dissipated, Penelope's reason returned.

Aaron had a feeling that he had already missed this opportunity.

Aaron wore a gray cloak, walked past the ruins of Lancaster Castle, and walked past the devastated town of Yanan.

Unfortunately, Masuka had not the slightest interest in this woman.

A mountain cave.

This little scheme seemed to be seen through by Warlock Masuka, who smiled: "You descendants of Formal Warlocks have quite a few trump cards in your families, either Bloodline Imprints or Alchemical Weapons... yet you don't bring out a single one, just waiting for me to make a move?"

As the place where Yage I started his rise, this place naturally held extraordinary significance.

Masuka was noncommittal and asked a few more questions.

Stryker had a deathly gray expression; seeing Penelope step forward, he was knocked to the ground by a sword scabbard: "You are not qualified to be Master Masuka's slave... but you can be my slave, hehehe..."

"Judging from the previous emblem research, is it a correction every hundred years?"

Aaron let out a hoarse voice: "Now... you have two choices. The first is to walk out of this cave and continue being a fugitive!"

"Sure enough... among mortals, those who want to possess the Chaos Bloodline Talent are still too rare."

But they just watched, as if watching a circus clown performance.

"From my group of scholars, among whom the Chief Scholar is Stryker!" Yage I continued to answer.

The freckled Warlock Apprentice in gray robes sprinkled a handful of powder, letting the flames swallow a Witcher, and then complained.

As for the Lord?

"Rogge Royal Capital, the legendary flying great ship... and the power that suppressed over a hundred Witchers with one person... Warlocks, they really are the mainstream of this world..."

"Very good, from today on, you shall change your name... let's call you—Quasimodo!"

Although he was just a failed product of Yage's gu-raising son, he was also very sensible.

Thanks to there being nothing worth robbing in the cemetery, the destruction here was minimal, just the Gravekeeper's house being pushed over, plus the ancestors' graves of Lancaster being dug up...

"Where does your Witcher Transformation Technology come from?"

He was originally Yage's son; although he was not favored, he had a King for a father, and a Viscount title in the future should have been guaranteed.

"Hmm, this is just a backup plan."

"For the remaining hundred years, just travel across the continent and look for information about Warlocks..."

The Warlock Apprentice waved his hand and yawned: "Let's go back..."

It was just that no one in the family thought much of it, and the mortality rate was too high, which was a bit frightening.

The middle-aged-looking Ximo had bandages tied behind his back, his eyes tightly closed, his forehead covered in cold sweat, as if he were having some kind of Nightmare.

"The records of Witchers are not reliable... Suppressing Warlocks? Was the one suppressed really a Warlock?"

He came outside the cave and looked at the dense forest, his thoughts turning to other matters instead.

Penelope said anxiously: "But... Master..."

"It is... my own... decision!" Yage I answered stiffly, as if he were some kind of marionette.

"Was it you... who saved me?"

Ximo asked, recalling everything before he lost consciousness.

Little John, whom he had poisoned, was also nowhere to be found; he was probably dead long ago.

The Misri Family actually also possessed the technology for Witcher transformation.

Ximo gave a bitter smile: "I don't seem to have any other choice, do I?"

Therefore, he lived a pretty good life for several years.

"Warlocks take pride in their bloodline. Let me test your bloodline. If you do not have this Chaos Bloodline Talent, then there is no need to say anything; I will kill you directly!"

But when the disaster of overthrow came, it was also the first to suffer.

The freckled Warlock Apprentice shrugged his shoulders and called over a Knight: "Have the targets in this castle all been killed?"

"Help you? No, no, no... I am just finding myself a subordinate... Do you see the black line on your navel? You have already been poisoned by me; you must swallow the antidote once a year, otherwise..."

Squads of cavalry charged into the town of Yanan, burning, killing, and looting at will, and Lancaster Castle not far away had already fallen.

However, it did not matter; he still had the next opportunity, and the one after that.

Penelope put on a pitiful look, following the family's orders; if she could have something happen with this Formal Warlock, or even conceive the other party's child, then the next Queen would definitely be her!

If there were an improved version, it would be quite good to use it to create cannon fodder.

Then, it made a 'pui pui pui' sound and spat out the blood it had swallowed.

Grand Duchess Penelope arrived at Masuka's side at some unknown moment: "My lord... the situation in the Royal Capital has been brought under control. I believe those remaining nobles will recognize the situation and help us exterminate the Lancaster family!"

Lancaster Territory.

A figure stood there at some unknown moment.

"Recount your entire past..."

This was a feeling completely absent when serving as a servant by Masuka's side.

The guards Yege left behind were killed outright, countless servants were slaughtered, and maids were forcibly dragged into bedrooms...

Now that they had seen the 'Truth', they naturally wanted to draw near, even if it meant being a slave!

"Such audacity, what qualifications do you have to be a slave to Lord Masuka?"

What kind of thing was that?

"It is I."

If Masuka were to speak a single word and ask her, the Grand Duchess, to be a servant, her family would likely agree with immense joy!

They only knew that the Lancaster family was finished, and there was a bounty for capturing Ximo!

Masuka smiled and let Stryker come up.

The most critical point was...

Aaron was no hypocrite; he spoke his mind directly.

Father dead! Family destroyed! Even he himself was burdened with a Wanted Order!

What was even more ridiculous was that he, a Knight, had even learned a bit of Witcher Sword Technique, yet he was actually captured in the countryside after being poked by a farmer with a pitchfork!

Masuka pointed at Yage I: "Three days from now, under the gaze of everyone in the Royal Capital, execute him with the most cruel punishment... let the world know the price of challenging us."

Before Stryker could show ecstasy, he heard Masuka continue: "Unfortunately... we Warlocks are not a group that pursues truth; what we pursue is merely to draw closer to that primal and chaotic... bloodline!"

Aaron did not bother with him; this once-proud son of heaven still needed some time to adapt.

Penelope shrieked and was about to strike down this ignorant thing with her sword.

"The blockade of knowledge and information in this era is truly too severe... and Yege is quite unlucky to have fallen due to an information gap."

"This is a necessary warning!"

Ximo, or rather Quasimodo, fell silent.

Masuka shook his head and turned to leave: "You have no value left..."

To put it bluntly, among their families, the Diji of a Warlock family would not even be qualified to be a servant to a Formal Warlock!

They had not expected Yege to be able to play so wildly!

He thought this to himself, and ignoring the townspeople numbly burying their own kin, he paced away slowly.

Masuka smiled: "You are already very old... but it does not matter. I am in a good mood today, so I will give you a chance."

In any case, he was immortal; a mere few hundred years was nothing.

"Forget it... killing most of the Lancasters is enough to report back; do we really have to go searching for them slowly?"

Lancaster Territory.

Then, he used his fingernails to tear open Stryker's wrist, letting the blood flow.

Grand Duchess Penelope was momentarily tempted.

The Knight in full armor said reverently: "There is one last target, Yege's son—Ximo! The other party was out hunting at the time and escaped by luck."

He was just preparing to leave when a figure lunged out from the darkness and prostrated on the ground: "This respected... respected... my lord... please wait a moment, I am Yege's Chief Scholar, my name is Stryker!"

Unfortunately...

Warlock Masuka smiled, suddenly grabbed Yage I, and a gray light flashed in his eyes.

"The second thing is to swallow these herbs; they will change your appearance, making you ugly and hunchbacked... and then, you shall be reborn!"

He heard a sound and looked outside the cave.

"Oh, what do you want to do?"

The entire territory was instantly plunged into blood and fire.

"Then issue a Wanted Order, let it be that."

Yage I's expression instantly became vacant.

Finally, he stopped at the edge of the public Graveyard.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, gasping for breath.

"As expected... these Royal Families and great nobles are all interconnected, and there is a massive power situated above everyone else... Warlocks, is it?"

"Other than that... these Witchers have nothing special; their ideas for improving potions are slightly novel, but that is all."

At the same time, he took out a seemingly withered Skull; the Skull's eyes glowed red, and it suddenly extended a purple-black tongue, greedily licking the blood.

Aside from reasons like distance and attrition, the biggest factor was knowing that the once-a-century selection was approaching; with a Formal Warlock leading the team, what was there to fear?

"We are just seeking stability... Lord Masuka, you know, these trump cards are one less for every one we use..."

"Graveyard? Gravekeeper?"

Several days later.

A scholar capable of improving Witcher Potion is not much in the eyes of a Warlock, but on the Aderson Continent, they still count as top-tier talent.

But he was different; as long as he had enough patience, he could completely outlive everyone who suspected him!

Aaron liked that about him.

Warlocks are quite adept at manipulating bloodlines; the Bloodline Disk possesses the power to identify and locate blood relatives.

"If you possess talent, I will give you a chance to pursue the path of power."

"Indeed... but finding them is quite troublesome..."

Another Warlock held an Alchemy Tool resembling a compass and said speechlessly, "The Bloodline Disk cannot find Yege's Diji descendants... well, it seems he had so many children only after becoming a Witcher, but Witchers cannot produce offspring..."

The other person was completely shrouded in a cloak, their face impossible to see.

"You're awake?"

Well... the subjects of Lancaster do not care whether you are the lord's son or not.

Aaron pondered.

"Are you questioning my decision?" Masuka glared at Penelope, immediately making the latter behave.

He was the type of mad scientist to begin with.

She looked around and issued an order: "Find all the Lancasters in the Royal Capital... kill them all!!!"

Stryker watched this scene, his heart suddenly sinking, as if falling from Heaven into Hell in an instant.

"I wish to dedicate my knowledge, my abilities, and everything I have to the great Excellency... I only wish to become your servant... I want to obtain more, even more knowledge!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Aaron's mouth: "Your first task is to return to Yanan Town and become the Gravekeeper there... maintain the Graveyard well, and if there is any movement, notify me immediately."

Masuka stopped walking, waiting leisurely for Stryker to speak.

"I came to Aderson Island originally to search for fresh blood... although you families are the first choice, anyone who possesses talent can also receive an opportunity."

"The Wraith Flower still shows no signs of growth... but with so many people dead this time, possessing so much resentment, perhaps... it's about time, right?"

Occasionally, one or two loyal Witchers would try to resist, but they were instantly dealt with by the two Warlock Apprentices accompanying the army.

Ximo was silent for a long time: "Why are you helping me?"

Then, he heard Masuka's voice: "You launched a rebellion and exterminated the Rogge Royal Family; was it your own decision, or were you instructed by others?"

Into this one, Yege's blood was dripped.

Chaos Bloodline Talent has a total of ten levels; the higher the level, the closer to the 'Origin'!

If a genius is discovered, even he would receive a generous reward from the Warlock organization!

But unfortunately, this old man had no talent!

He was at the eleventh level, which is to say, unranked!

"Wait!"

"The plan needs to be changed... in the remaining hundred years, should I infiltrate the upper echelons of other kingdoms?"

He knew that those Royal Families and great nobles, although they also recruited talent from the outside, found it difficult, extremely difficult!

Even the most outstanding talent could not gain their complete trust!

"In this way, perhaps they would be willing to share their secrets with me?"

If he had known these inside details, Yege would certainly have chosen a gentler method.

Unfortunately... there are no ifs.

(End of this chapter)