Our Family Has Fallen

If I directly say that the dungeon is the domain of the Evil God, based on Alviss’s cautious attitude, he definitely wouldn’t come along.

So, from the beginning, everyone didn’t reveal too much information to him, you could say that he’s the one who doesn’t know the specifics.

However, now that they’re all inside, Lance no longer frets over these details and explains the general situation.

"Years ago, an evil cult called the Ascension Sect sacrificed the entire city of Hamlet, attempting to awaken their Evil God. Fortunately, they were interrupted, and the life force of millions of humans was concentrated here. Consuming these Essences is also consuming the power of the Evil God."

Having said this, Lance then looked at Alviss to signal, "Do you have any better suggestions, sir?"

Upon hearing this, Alviss realized he was already on a thief’s ship, and it’s hard to disembark now.

But the reason he spoke wasn’t for this; it was rather because he found the Blood Altar terribly inefficient.

"You should have told me earlier, I’ve traveled the empire, and during one adventure, I acquired some special knowledge that can better handle these Spiritual Crystals."

After finishing, perhaps fearing Lance wouldn’t believe him, he added a strange sentence.

"The domain of Totnes Rat Street requires resources to be maintained."

Lance didn’t find this strange at all; after all, everyone has their own fortune. How could he become Legendary simplistically?

Lance understood that Alviss mentioned this to prove that he truly has the capability, because maintaining a Rat Street naturally requires a lot of resources, those Transcendents must pay him.

Therefore, don’t really consider him a good person, for he sells umbrellas after getting drenched.

In a certain sense, he maintained Rat Street and sheltered those independents, which is akin to selling umbrellas after getting drenched himself.

After all, without relying on a power, he can only do this to accumulate resources, equivalent to many independents paying him protection fees to support him.

Back when trouble occurred, he was the first to shut down Rat Street and run away, completely a non-stick pan, no matter how you look at it, it’s merely mutual cooperation.

The reason he speaks this today is simple: he wants a piece of the action.

No need for nonsense with these people, Lance directly spoke.

"How much do you want?"

Alviss looked at the continuously emerging crystals from the Blood Chalice, and then swept his gaze to the distant blood mist shrouding a river-like sea of blood, his breath involuntarily rapid, turned and extended three fingers to Lance.

"I want thirty percent!"

"Then forget it." Upon hearing this, Lance felt there was no need to continue the talks, these folks dared to ask.

Having refused so decisively left Alviss anxious.

He admitted the asking price was a bit high, but isn’t it typical to ask for the sky and then bargain down?

Why not negotiate? How did it end in outright refusal?

"Those crystals produced by the Blood Chalice cannot be used unless refined, and the refining losses and costs are greater than my proposal."

Facing Alviss’s defense, Lance felt uninterested, Spiritual pollution simply doesn’t exist for him, and can even prevent others from using it.

So the proposed benefits by Alviss were of no use to Lance, let alone his ancestor’s savings, surely as an heir would get them.

But surely it couldn’t be said like this; Lance felt it necessary to give him a warning, hence asked.

"What do you think we came here for?"

This question made Alviss feel odd, but before he could answer, Lance directly threw out the answer, pointing to himself.

"I am the Lord of Hamlet, I am noble."

The next second, he waved his hand across the crowd here.

"Look around at these people, surely you can see that their abilities make them big figures anywhere in this world, a wealthy life is easy for them.

But why would I abandon that comfortable, luxurious noble life? Why did the scholar travel thousands of miles from another continent, and what have they given up to be here today?"

Lance directly stood on the moral high ground, bombarding and harshly questioning the mage.

"You stand here talking to me today because along the way the evil cultists and the monsters blessed by the Evil God were all brought down by me and my men.

The scholar has already come in for the second time; last time he fought fiercely with those monsters here, but learning that weakening the Evil God’s power is possible, he returned tirelessly, just to quickly complete the altar, willing to enter this damned place a second time.

If it weren’t for the scholar’s strong recommendation, saying you could add a bit of success to our upcoming actions, you wouldn’t have entered here.

You have to understand, we stand here today not for ourselves, not for Hamlet, but for the future, we are humans and this is for humanity!"

After speaking, Lance simply shook his head with a disappointed expression, without saying more, he waved his hand.

"Leave, consider it my mistake in judgment."

Then really disregarding it, turned around and instructed his trusted aide.

"Leave two people responsible here, the rest follow me."

While speaking, countless bags were piled up, as well as a cart filled with tools and supplies.

At this point, others didn’t care much about the prior episode, and those aides began collecting the blood pearls into bags as per the Lord’s instructions.

Lance then led the others to continue deeper.