I have a lot of wives

The earl looked at him with great interest, the living woman who had lived for hundreds of years but was still beautiful and moving, smiled and raised the wine glass in her hand.

"Yes, you gave me this opportunity."

In order to show their loyalty to the new master, the betrayer will always pay more.

Before that, Yvar could even lose his temper with Grip of Frost.But in front of Earl Wallenstein, she must be submissive as a slave to the Earl.

The time was the second day after the battle ended, and the location was the basement of the Frost Grip Tower-to be more precise, it was the altar that sealed one of the four seals of the Dark Philosopher’s Stone.Looking at the submissive woman in front of him, the earl felt really happy.

"So, how are you doing with the relics of my dead friend?" The count continued smiling.

"The Frost Grip is a legendary Lich." Ivar continued to respectfully replied: "The work of sorting out the relics and property may take a while."

Hearing the earl talk about this topic, Ival's heart raised his throat.It is difficult for her to imagine what she would do if Earl Wallenstein told her at this moment: "This job is too difficult, let me finish it for you." Or something similar.

Yelling protest?That would probably only make the earl on the other side more pleasant.

Or launch an attack?

But she is not Frost Grip, just a forty-ninth level quasi legend.Earl Wallenstein could run her to death like it would be, no more difficult than crushing a scorpion.

Fortunately, the earl just wanted to tease each other and make his body and mind happy.Instead of really trying to kill her.

He is even really willing to continue to keep his promises, just because the things in front of him are more worthy of his care than the legacy of Frost Grip.

"Very well, then you can continue to organize. You don't need to undertake any work during this time."

Wallenstein's words made Ival relieved.

"Thank you, my master." But shortly after, Wallenstein's second sentence made her start to panic again:

"Well, it's not accurate to say that. I still have one little thing I need your help."

"That's... what, my master...?"

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with Frost Grip."

Hearing this, Ivar was relieved again: "I am willing to do anything for you, my master."

Anyway, it has nothing to do with Frost Grip, so just say a few cheap words.

"No, I just need a little bit of your blood."

"blood?"

"Yes, blood."

"I need your blood to perform a ritual."

Said the earl.

"..."

Although it is disturbed.But in the end, the earl got what he wanted.Ivar's, live 100cc blood.Can cooperate with him to crack the seal of the dark gem.

With the blood material in place, the earl's incantation has also reached the final step.The energy in the altar became chaotic-but, in the end, nothing happened.

"That, master?"

Ivar healed his injury, then looked at the count timidly.

She had a hunch that as the spell failed, Wallenstein's breath gradually became dangerous.

"Dear."

After a few seconds of silence, Wallenstein smiled and looked at Ivar: "You just said you would do anything for me?"

"Yes, but—"

"--That's good." The earl interrupted her: "I just thought about it. Maybe the seal cannot be cracked because there is not enough blood.

In other words, I need more now."

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Chapter 41 I hate betrayers the most (two more)

Fifteen minutes later.

"Uh, uh, uh..."

The blood all over his body drained, and the traitor Ivar, who had become a mummy, was still alive in pain.

She stretched out her dry hand reluctantly, begging the earl to save her, or kill her altogether.

But the earl had no interest in doing so.Neither.

He is thinking about more important things.

"No crack."

"Really, I didn't crack it."

"What is this because of?"

"Blood won't work, or spells won't work?"

"But last time obviously..."

"Just because I'm not using a virgin? But as a vampire, I know the best. Everywhere is just a different taste and no change in nature..."

"In other words, that girl... really wasn't found randomly, but something special...?"

"Is he a descendant of the royal family of the Gunni Hekala Empire? Or is he born with the power to break the magic? Heh heh heh, you always like to surprise me, my friend... It seems that your final settlement needs to be delayed It's..."

Having said this, he turned around without looking back and left the altar.I completely ignored the betrayer who fell into despair behind him.

The Frost Grip is dead, she has no use value.And it's not interesting.

If it is not valuable and not interesting, it will not even become a toy. It is just a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

...

"Basically, it's a decisive battle."