Miss Witch's Devotion Has Gone… Twisted-Chapter 270: The Aisatsuka

If before, Loren had suspected that the leader of the Bloodline Rebels was impersonating Aisaco to frame him, he had now completely dismissed that idea.

Only the leader of the Bloodline Rebels could have such a meticulous plan. Aisaco specifically chose gold coins when distributing money to ordinary people precisely to make them easy to reclaim.

While further inciting conflict, he could also clear himself of suspicion.

Logically, after committing such a major offense, even if Aisaco was a Count, he should have faced trouble. The amount of money he held from Marquises alone was more than just two shares.

But Aisaco managed to get the money back and even developed a new drug in the process.

Right now, those vampires seemed to be looking not at the drug, but at a mountain of gold and silver.

"The potency of this new drug is several times greater than the previous one. No one can resist it.

"Moreover, this time, I have no price requirements. I'm only responsible for production. You just pay me the cost price, and the rest is entirely up to you.

"If you want, I can also create some specially formulated drugs exclusively for internal use within the Bloodline."

These drugs made the vampires temporarily forget about dealing with the Bloodline Rebels. Many vampires directly grabbed a few vials, including Selika.

"How do you use this thing?"

Selika examined the syringe, wanting to just find a spot and try injecting it.

There was no greed for wealth in her eyes, only craving for the drug.

"Just inject the liquid inside into a vein."

Aisaco had originally intended to demonstrate, but as soon as he picked up a syringe, Selika directly injected the drug into her own body. Her eyes instantly grew dazed, and she slumped into her chair.

Seeing this, the other vampires also tried it one after another, instantly singing its praises.

Loren didn't hide his disgust in the slightest and immediately moved farther away from those vampires.

"Duke Furad, would you like to try?"

After getting high, Selika even asked Furad.

"I don't want anything contaminating my blood."

Furad still wore an expression of languid indifference, not caring about these matters.

Seeing Selika about to say something more, Ofemia promptly interrupted her and got down to business:

"Aisaco, how have you dealt with those rebels under your command?"

Every meeting was like this. The others only cared about their own interests and didn't care about the Bloodline Rebels at all. Each time, Ofemia had to repeatedly steer the topic back to the Bloodline Rebels.

"Many escaped, but I killed all the rest.

"They're hiding deeper than we imagined. Even I fell for it, so I hope you all exercise more caution. Even the attendants closest to you could be people from the Bloodline Rebels."

Aisaco warned, but it felt more like he was stirring up internal conflict within the Bloodline—something he had done countless times before.

Although the effect might not always be great, it could at least annoy the Bloodline a bit. For example, recently, many familiar faces had disappeared from around Ofemia.

"Aisaco makes a good point. We should all thoroughly check the people under us. Also, recently, Master Mentor has developed sunscreen. I hope everyone stocks up on it, just in case."

Ofemia didn't have much desire to make money. She genuinely wanted what was best for the vampires. Loren was even thinking about whether he should have her set the price higher.

Today's events involving Aisaco seemed perilous, but in reality, Aisaco had remained composed and in control the entire time. Everything that happened today was within Aisaco's expectations.

Loren lightly tapped the tabletop with his fingers, watching Aisaco chat effortlessly with the other vampires. It seemed everything was under Aisaco's control.

The remaining time was spent on pointless bickering. Loren saw no reason to stay any longer and stood up to leave.

The moment he stood, he instantly attracted everyone's gaze, especially Furad's. She was squinting her eyes, looking at Loren.

She was still sitting here, yet Loren got up so casually and intended to leave. It showed a certain lack of respect for her.

"......"

Loren didn't say anything either and just walked out.

In a sense, Loren could be quite petty too, but it depended on the person. If ordinary people didn't recognize him, it didn't matter. As long as they didn't directly mock him, Loren didn't care. But if someone in a high position showed him even a little disrespect, Loren would feel displeased. This could be considered payback for Furad's initial disrespect towards him.

...

Today, Uridia was brimming with vitality. People were taking the money they had just received and going on a shopping spree. Goods on the market were instantly swept clean. Even the drugs in the scalpers' hands were cleared out. No matter how much they raised the prices, the drugs were still snatched up.

Their drugs were sourced from the vampires. They naturally knew this money was stolen by the Bloodline Rebels and that taking it wouldn't lead to any good outcome, but greed ultimately shattered their reason.

Normally, the vampires kept track of the drug quantity and price. If the scalpers wanted to make money, they could only raise the price a little. The vampires had considered people's purchasing power when setting prices, which also limited the scalpers' room for markup.

Today, they didn't need to consider that. Any price increase was pure profit for themselves.

After everything on the market was bought up, people still had a lot of money left. The vampires possessed over ninety percent of the wealth. Their money flooding the market was enough to cause a market collapse.

Today was the first full meal many people had eaten since the epidemic outbreak. Some even chose to use the drug as a meal substitute and died directly from it.

People began to dream of a beautiful future. They just didn't know that those who died from the drug were actually the happiest, because they wouldn't have to experience the pain of falling back into hell.

Aisaco's timing was perfect. People could enjoy the feeling of having money without overly affecting the market.

The entire Uridia Kingdom was under vampire control. The money couldn't flow out. Ordinary people had very few opportunities to contact foreign countries.

Loren got into the car. Several crows landed on the passenger seat, coalescing into a Movila.

"Master, aren't these vampires too cruel?"

Movila looked at Loren. She understood very clearly how painful the plight of these Uridians was.

This feeling of gaining something only to lose it was the most painful. In the past, she had always lived as a crow and didn't find this particularly painful. But now that she had become Loren's pet, she couldn't even imagine what she would become if she lost Loren.

Of course, she could continue living as a crow. She could even transform into a raven with greater combat power now. Her life would undoubtedly be much better than before.

But, without Loren, no matter how materially comfortable her life was, Movila would only feel pain.

"Only by falling into despair, losing everything, will one have the courage to flip the table. That's what Aisaco is doing."

Loren drove calmly and responded.