My Cell Prison-Chapter 462 - Count

Chapter 462: Chapter 462 Count

Han Dong watched quietly as Lucius made his decision.

From the beginning, Han Dong had doubts. Why did things turn out this way? Lucius happened to be leading the team that was taking Han Dong and the others to the mountainous region where the Scarlet Manor was located. Moreover, Lucius also shared a blood attribute…

“As expected, everything was arranged by the Holy City.

Mr. Black White must have been in clandestine talks with the captain of the Scarlet Knights all along.

This journey to the Alagard Mountain Range isn’t just a test of breaking the breed for Abe, but also a special test for Lucius… The man who was selected to be a knight by the Holy City in second place must hold great significance.

Could it be considered a sort of ‘high-risk investment’?”

“Captain Lucius, I’ll let the Crowman discuss some details with them… we’ll set off in ten minutes.”

“Alright.”

Han Dong came up with an excuse to leave the chamber.

“Simon, come here.”

At Han Dong’s call, the person in charge of the refugees quickly showed a ‘docile’ expression and headed over, trudging over the self-moving yellow soil.

“What instructions does the lord have?”

“How many Different People and Common Believers are there in your tribe?”

“Including me, there are five Different People and 43 Common Believers… The majority of our people died while escaping, or were seduced by the Blood Brew and became part of the Manor.”

“How much do you know about ‘experiments’? Do you know the basic operations of Alchemy?”

“Well… I don’t really understand.”

This group, known as the Rock and Soil Clan who live in the mountains, beyond some methods of sacrifice and serving the Demon, only knew some techniques of ‘earth moving and stone constructing’.

“It seems we’ll have to start with chores.” Han Dong was slightly disappointed.

Simon, who was clever, seemed to understand Han Dong’s words and quickly spoke up: “As long as it’s required by the Lord, we’re willing to try and learn. Our tribesmen can manage even the most basic physical tasks.”

“Hmm… There is indeed a shortage of hands in the underground laboratory of the Manor.”

Han Dong used the term ‘shortage’ in two senses.

The first meaning pertained to doing chores.

Currently, the large experimental area corresponding to the underground burial chamber was already built, with the Swollen Doctor assuming full responsibility, and the Chief Nurse assisting.

Once the stress-resistant medicine factory is built, a certain number of workers would need to oversee each stage of production.

Secondly, ‘shortage’ referred to needing ‘experimental subjects’.

This group of believers, willing to sacrifice themselves for their master, wouldn’t likely resist.

After receiving Han Dong’s response to hiring, Simon could barely contain his excitement.

“Thank you very much!!!”

Overwhelmed by his emotions, Simon was on the verge of tears, minuscule fragments of yellow soil spluttering from around his eyes.

The Demon they served was dead, their homeland occupied.

Under such circumstances, these refugees would find it hard to survive on their own. Even if they went to the Gain Forest, they would be attacked by more aggressive tribes and made into food or slaves.

Han Dong nodded, “Hmm… If this matter can be solved smoothly, I will take you to the Manor.”

“Great! But I hope the Lord will refrain from contact with the Count for now… The Count, directly blessed by the Blood God, carries a high concentration and high-quality ‘Blood Brew’ in his body.

As a direct blood descendant, the Count poses a major threat to you, my Lord.”

“I have my own restraint.”

“Allow me to say one more thing, among your knight companions, the knight named ‘Lucius’ is quite powerful.

However, it seemed that his body coursed with a unique kind of blood. He might attract particular attention from the ‘Scarlet Manor’. He should be careful.

After killing the Count’s pet, I will arrange the fastest escape route, permitting us all to flee from the mountain range.

Though the Count is mad, he still acts with a certain principle… as long as we can reach the Gaine Forest, he will certainly not pursue us.”

“Okay, let’s get ready to leave.”

…

Just as Simon was leading Han Dong and his group through the unique rock-moving and earth- controlling methods exclusive to the Rock and Soil Clan, navigating secret passages within the mountain.

[Scarlet Manor – Main House]

In a room adorned with black needles, roses, iron chains, and bizarre specimens, the Count was engaged in a[Realistic Physical Combat].

The Count appeared to enjoy watching ‘man on man’ purely physical combat, often choosing heretics to participate in these paid contests of combat.

Sitting cross-legged on a plush leather sofa, savoring a glass of fresh Blood Brew; he was enjoying the unreserved, primitive physical fights.

The two fighters currently in the ring were both heretics infected with the Scarlet Curse (non-worm transformation), having reached the ‘Third Phase’, and fighting out a purely physical battle without any weapons involved.

The intensification of the Third Phase bestows them with more ‘power of flesh’.

One of them was a burly bald man, his back sprouted two crimson arms veined with blood vessels. Working together with his two original arms, he attacked rapidly with his ‘skilled punches’.

The other was a somewhat short young man.

He chose to control the power bestowed by the Scarlet Curse within his body instead of developing additional limbs, and by a method of ‘blood activation’, he improved the overall strength of his physical body. The young man’s entire body was streaked with blood vessels.

In the fight, the quick and agile young man seemed to have an advantage, gnawing and clawing at his bald-headed opponent, constantly stripping away his muscle…

When the young man seemed on the verge of victory,

Thwack!

One of the robust, crimson arms sprouting from the back of the bald man suddenly grabbed the young man’s head, slamming it into the ground… With that, the fight had ended.

“Here, this is your rightful reward.”

The Count passed over his half-empty wine glass.

Staring at the leftover Blood Brew in the glass, the bald believer kowtowed repeatedly, overwhelmed with excitement… With this Blood Brew, he could become even stronger.

Thump Thump Thump!

A knock on the door echoed through the room.

An elderly butler, lean as a reed, with a startling height of six meters, smartly dressed, entered the room. Given that his height exceeded the ceiling, he had to stoop all the way through, which coupled with his slender stature, gave him an odd appearance.

“Count, according to the minions’ reports, a ‘very interesting’ Knight Team has arrived at the foot of the mountain.”

“Oh… Is it more interesting than the last group?”

“Yes, one of the knights seems to emit a hint of the ‘Lord’s’ aura.”

A glint of interest lighted up the Count’s eyes, “Huh?!! Have they been captured?”

“The nearest Baron arrived too late; the knights had already fallen into the valley and lost trace… It seems to have something to do with the refugees living at the foot of the mountain.”

“Set a bounty. Whoever catches the Blood Descendant of these knights will be rewarded with a bottle of pure Blood Brew.”

On hearing these words, even the elderly butler’s eyes filled with a light of greed.

“Yes… I will immediately issue the bounty order to the Baron in charge of the different areas.”

“Yes, notify me in case of any special circumstances… A human knight infused with the aura of our Lord is worth my personal attention.”

The Count’s mouth parted slightly, a red tongue flicked out, slowly licking all the way around his lips.