Chapter 1501: Chapter 267: Those Who Know the Prophet Best
But evidently, the illegitimate scholar named Anruida Qingye lacked such resolve.
Ace first disguised himself as an elf prostitute using a substitute body, approaching the target under this guise. He seized the opportunity to remove the elf scholarâs âSpirit Energy Protection Pendantâ and swallowed his soul.
Truth be told, Ace greatly disliked the feeling of being handled, even... but he still endured it.
All because of the promise given to him by his father, King Carlo Nemasus.
[If you successfully complete this task, then upon your return, I promise you, I will attempt to generate a brand new âDemonic Bloodlineâ using your current form as the core.]
The elegant man sat on the throne, overlooking the pale humanoid curled up on the stall below, and said indifferently: [I might even agree to use our royal resources to elevate you.]
[Elevate you to âGreat Demonâ]
Demonic Bloodline. Great Demon.
Since he himself was an experimental subject, Ace clearly understood the value of these two terms... The Demonic Bloodline is the end result of all experimental fusion demon series; it imprints the twisted and horrifying power, akin to fae and Voidrealm Machine Gods, onto the bloodline.
And Great Demon... refers to a âTitled Demonâ possessing a unique form by delving into the Domain of Void and Abyss. Such demons are at least the peak of the Third Energy Level, something he could never achieve in his lifetime on his own.
Back then, Ace was extremely excited, until he heard about his target.
Xiawei Territory in the Empireâs Southern Ridges, Silverpeak Seerâs domain.
"How could I succeed?!"
At that time, Ace questioned: "Heâs a seer, capable of knowing our actionsâ outcomes half a year in advance!"
[But even a seer has limits.]
The memory of the King scoffed: [Your actions are important but not the only ones. The Silver Peak Earl has been so influential in the Southern Ridges; do you think other nobles are pleased to see it? Those minor nobility donât mind taking our money to create trouble for Silverpeak Domain; they donât want to truly be suppressed by a young and ambitious earl.]
[Especially since Silverpeak Domainâs recent commerce severely hampers the development of other forest landsâeither cooperate and join their system, or become an impoverished, forgotten region.]
[Not to mention, there are some matters he cannot confront even if he knows about them.]
Ace lightly shook his head, raising it to meet the gaze of the passenger sitting directly across from him, an Imperial Noble.
"Sorry, my sleep has been troubled lately."
Ace, using the appearance of âAnruida Qingyeâ, smiled and slightly activated his Spirit Energy âCharismaâ: "Where are we now? Can we still make it to the foundation ceremony?"
"Still in the Golden Plains."
Although this Imperial Noble possessed the strength of the Second Energy Level, under demonic allure he subconsciously felt a favorable impression, smoothly replying: "But soon. The foundation ceremony is scheduled for the afternoon; before that is the harvest festival of Silverpeak Domain... We canât make it to the festival, but itâs not that important."
Everyone on this skyship was heading to Silverpeak Domain for the celebration, a small fraction noble or emissaries, mostly travelers with some leisure money.
"Youâre interested in the Supreme Spirit Sect too?" Ace noticed the family crest of this noble... He was Viscount Rimor of the Western Plains, a noble by military merit. However, he bore no calluses from sword or bow practice, instead exuding a decadent odor akin to an illegitimate elf immersed in women.
Even so, theoretically, he should remain in what is now considered the frontline of the Western Plains, responsible for supplying the Western Legion with logistics, unless truly interested, he wouldnât have specifically taken a skyship to Silverpeak Domain.
"Interested? Of course!" Speaking of this, Viscount Rimorâs temper flared instead, as he coldly sneered: "If not for our wise and extraordinarily intelligent Seer snatching all the militaryâs grain orders, how else would I have time to come to this godforsaken exile land?"
Under the inducement of Charisma Spirit Energy, he started to talk eloquently.
It turned out the Rimor family was indeed a noble by military merit, but after conquering the original inhabitants of the Western Territory, these once iron-blooded knights degenerated over generations, becoming ordinary local lordly nobility.
Nowadays Rimor family mainly runs grain enterprises, succeeding in transitioning as the Western Legionâs military grain supplier during the decade-long standoff between the Empire and Fiery Flame Land, profiting greatly more than before the war started.
Originally, his good days seemed coming to an end, unless the Empire loses drastically or decisively overcomes the flimsy Abassalom group, based on current circumstances, he could profit another four or five years.
But recently, something sprouted unexpectedly.
That was Silverpeak Domainâs military rations.
In present-day Terra, there isnât a perfectly defined concept of âprofessional military rationsâ. Nobles and their knights naturally prepare the finest sublimation supplements, elite units have dedicated allocations, with meat at every meal.
However, those stationed at fortress defense and engineering units eat whatever the locality offers basically.