Chapter 1308 - 626: Three Major Demigod Ceremonies, Unexpected Encounter with Night Demon Joan (Part 4)

Catherine took a sip of tea and asked the banker with a meaningful expression:

"Mr. Black, I heard that Netherland merchants recently brought back a beautiful flower called... tulip from the West Coast, is that right?

Now those [Famine Hunter] are still exploring planting methods, and it’s difficult to expand the production in the short term. Especially some special varieties are very rare, even if you have money, it’s hard to buy."

Black didn’t know why the topic suddenly jumped from food and steel to tulips.

But he could only honestly answer:

"Yes, esteemed Her Majesty the Queen."

Catherine’s smile became even more radiant:

"Well then, start acquiring tulips for me right away.

I want my garden to be filled with tulips, I want the windowsills of the Empire’s nobility to be filled with tulips. When the Empire holds banquets, every noble’s lapel should have a tulip.

Raise the price of tulips for me!"

"As you command, Your Majesty."

The confused Black respectfully complied.

But before closing the communication, seeing the identical smile on the family’s mouths, he suddenly shivered.

It seemed that what they were procuring wasn’t tulips, but rather... the lives of Remit merchants!

...

Locally, preparations had been made in advance to target the Remit people who controlled all economic lifelines of the Netherland Kingdom, to warm up for the demigod promotion ceremony of the three.

On the other hand, having rested for a few days in the "Golden Mist Palace" and recharged, Byron’s real body secretly infiltrated the Sea of Monsters.

Following the target pinpointed by Raven Hugin, he arrived at the base of the Night Demon organization "Twilight Church"—a sizeable island with a freshwater port.

At this time, the island was already crowded with Beastified Humans, including Sheep-men and Werewolves; Ghouls; Half-Night Demons; Night Demons... and so on.

Those Kin at the forefront had appearances that were hard to describe, but every member of the Night Demon Clan was handsome and beautiful, very eye-catching.

No wonder Lilith favored this kind of Kin the most.

This too was Byron’s target.

"The Divine Incarnation of [Mother of Creation, Lilith] hasn’t arrived yet. It is said to be drawing blood in the dominion ruled by Night Demons to enhance power.

Only a few Fifth Order Night Demon Monarchs and Prince of Night Demons are leading and stationed here.

As long as I don’t get surrounded, there’s no one on this island I’m afraid of."

Transforming into one of the many black bats on the island, he flew into a rare stone villa and hung upside down from a windowsill.

He saw a young Night Demon in the study, penning a letter.

He appeared only in his early twenties, handsome with a hint of androgyny.

Short silver hair, red pupils, a slim and well-proportioned body, a high-quality handsome man who women would scream for to take them as his Blood Servant.

As long as he stood there, an unknown number of Ha Blood Clan members would come flocking, volunteering their services.

In reality, this was a two-hundred-year-old Prince of Night Demons, Fifth Order Pseudo-God [Thorny Duke] Vlad III, also the youngest son of a Night Demon Monarch.

His status was neither high nor low, his power not too strong nor weak, making him ideal to be caught in murky waters.

After confirming no one else was in the study, Byron decisively took action.

First, he used the [Deceit] Authority to block the connection inside and outside the room, turning the place into an information island.

Then a shadow spread silently beneath his feet to behind Vlad III.

The [Netherworld] Divine Authority-enhanced [Nether River] water soared into waves, pulling him violently into the Flower Mountain Celestial Kingdom before he could react.

"Who’s there! Enemy attack—!"

Frightened, the Prince of Night Demons instantly erupted with crimson spirit light, shouted harshly to warn and call for help, but couldn’t break through the barrier set by Byron.

The next moment, he vanished from the room.

Growing up from a place like the Corridor of Truth, his combat awareness was indeed top-notch.

Still in mid-air, he activated the [Fighting Blood Technique], drawing a crimson rapier from his wrist, slashing fiercely toward Byron who appeared behind him.

Byron, however, paid no mind to the rapier, having already activated the [Storm King’s Seal], electricity shooting from his fists, as he lowly shouted:

"Hah!"

With both hands clasped together, he shattered the rapier in a single move and knocked him into the bottom of the Nether River along with it.

His flesh, memory, spirituality, treasures, anchoring... were all consumed in an instant, dying silently.

Byron, with a swift change, perfectly replaced the identity of [Thorny Duke] Vlad III, inheriting even his anchoring, so much so that even the Night Demon Monarch connected to his bloodline couldn’t detect any anomaly.

Leaving the Divine Kingdom again, he looked into a mirror, nodding with satisfaction:

"Perfect!"

After being shelved for a long time, the entry [Heartfelt Trouble] reappeared, sharpening its blades at the new boss.

"Special Effect: Lancaster, won’t serve under others!

Others are trusted aides to superiors, but you are a heartfelt trouble to superiors.

The more excellent your abilities, the more extraordinary your achievements, the more you are valued and recognized by superiors, in the eyes of others, you are ever closer to the role of ’trusted aide’.

When you launch a backstabbing attack on your superiors, the ability boost you receive is even stronger."

Of course, this entry hasn’t been entirely inactive recently.

At least a few days ago, that vixen who insisted on riding atop Lancaster was almost always being "backstabbed" by him!

Byron sat back at the desk, lowered his gaze to the unfinished letter on the table, which turned out to be a love letter:

"Beautiful Miss Jeanne, my love!

From the moment you accepted our Lord’s blessing and joined the Night Demon family, I fell in love with you at first sight..."