Chapter 628: Mind Control Pill

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the end of the interdimensional war has arrived.

In front of the giant teleportation portal in the City of Eternal Night.

The moment Lin Feng stepped out of the light curtain, the dark purple light behind him silently receded, and a cold and oppressive aura rushed towards him.

He glanced down at his status bar.

The Thousand-Faced Silver Ring's disguise was operating steadily; level 39, equipped with purple gear from head to toe.

From the outside, he was just an ordinary level 39 Awakener, without even a single piece of gold equipment, and he was inconspicuous among the alien races coming and going in Eternal Night City.

Many alien races passed by him, and a few slowed their pace.

"Another one from a lower plane. Look at that purple outfit, he's doing pretty well."

"Have you heard? The Bloodfang Baron's territory was recently breached by the Demonic Sect, but no complete Dimensional Hearts were dropped."

"He's lucky, at least he survived."

Lin Feng ignored him and took off, flying to a height of two hundred meters, heading towards the inner city of Yongye City.

He came to Eternal Night City to take care of a very important matter.

More than twenty minutes later, the outline of the Ring of Eternal Night gradually magnified in the field of vision.

From a distance, the city wall appears to grow out of the ground, its surface seamless, with occasional dark purple energy flows flowing within it, disappearing in a flash.

The pack of shadow wolves on the city wall lurked among the battlements, their dark purple skin almost blending into the wall.

Lin Feng glanced at it only once before looking away and continuing to fly forward.

After flying over the Ring of Eternal Night for about eight minutes, a giant tower 1,500 meters high rose from the ground ahead, surrounded by four secondary towers 800 meters high.

Gu Qingchen had brought him here before; the central tower is the throne spire, the residence of Viscount Yongye.

But what he's going to today is the summoning tower to the east.

As the name suggests, this is where the forces under the Nightmare Baron's command are recruited.

As a lower-ranking noble in the Nightmare hierarchy, the Nightmare Baron has a heavy workload.

In addition to responding to Viscount Eternal Night's summons, they also had to fulfill the quotas assigned by higher authorities.

However, as long as the task is completed on time, the reward is quite generous.

Lin Feng landed on the plaza below the Summoning Tower.

The ground was covered with obsidian crystals, making no sound when stepped on.

He couldn't see any guards in front of the tower gate, but his senses clearly detected that there were at least ten level 39 Faceless Ones hiding in the shadows.

Lin Feng remained expressionless, pushed open the door, and walked in.

Inside the door was a wide corridor, with walls on both sides made of solid obsidian crystal, the surface of which was polished to a smooth, mirror-like finish.

At the end of the corridor stood an elven woman, tall and slender, with long silver-white hair tied back with a plain ribbon, revealing a pair of pointed ears.

Upon seeing Lin Feng enter, the elven woman immediately stepped forward, placed her right hand on her chest, and bowed slightly.

"Lord Lin, welcome to the Summoning Tower. I am Arya, the guide within the tower, and I will lead the way for you."

Her voice was gentle and respectful, and her posture was impeccable.

"Manager Talon is waiting on the second floor. Please follow me."

Arya stepped aside, leading Lin Feng deeper into the corridor.

Her steps were neither hurried nor slow, her skirt swaying gently, always keeping a half-step distance from Lin Feng, neither moving forward nor lagging behind.

"Is this your first time visiting the Summoning Tower, Lord Lin?" Arya said softly as they walked. "There are many rules in the tower. If you need anything, please feel free to ask me."

"Mm," Lin Feng replied.

...

The second floor of the Recruiting Tower, on the east side.

Talon Wayne sat behind the long table, his left hand on a copy of a draft order, his right hand holding a black feather pen, checking it line by line.

The booklet in front of him had been turned to the last page, and the tip of his pen touched the last line, slowly moving down the line of text.

The light from the copper lamp in the corner fell on his face, making the dark patterns on his face clearer than usual.

The only sound on the entire floor was the rustling of his pages.

Beside the door, a catwoman slave stood a few steps away, holding a tea tray.

She was a size smaller than a human, with grayish-white fur covering the tips of her ears and the backs of her hands. Her eyes were pale amber, with vertical pupils that contracted slightly under the light.

She wore a plain, faded gray short skirt with a thin rope tied around her waist. A small brass tag with her number engraved on it hung from the rope.

She stood there the whole time, holding the tea tray, but she stood there longer than usual today.

Talon turned the page, and then the page.

The steam in the teapot has gradually dissipated, and the water temperature at the rim of the cup is probably no longer warm enough.

Catwoman bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then took half a step forward, wanting to raise the tea tray a little to remind him that the tea had gone cold.

But as soon as she stepped out, she bumped into the table leg, causing the tea tray to tilt and the teacup to make a very soft scraping sound as it scraped against the tray.

Talon's fingers didn't stop; the pen tip continued to move across the booklet at the same speed.

Something moved in the shadows on both sides.

Two faceless beings silently emerged from the shadows of the wall, one on the left and one on the right.

They didn't speak or make any extra noise; they simply reached out and grabbed Catwoman's arms from both sides.

Catwoman didn't even scream. Her body was lifted off the spot, her feet off the ground, and the tea tray slipped from her hands, making a crisp sound as it hit the ground.

She finally cried out, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to..."

The sound was cut off by something at the second "no".

Her body leaned backward, being pulled towards the door by two forces simultaneously.

Talon's pen did not stop.

Turn the page, verify, annotate, and close.

After finishing one document, he picked up another conscription order awaiting verification from the table and turned to the first page.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Lin Feng stood in the doorway, one hand still resting on the doorframe. His gaze slowly shifted from the puddle of tea on the floor to Talon's face.

【Taron Wayne】

Level: Lv49

Type: Nightmare Clan

Arya whispered behind her, "This is Steward Talon," and then stepped aside.

Talon looked up from the conscription notice and lingered on Lin Feng for a moment.

"Lord Lin." He didn't stand up or exchange pleasantries. "Please sit down."

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued turning the pages, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Feng didn't say much and sat down opposite Talon.

"I'm here to collect my share of supplies."

Talon put down his pen and looked up: "Are you sure? The newly appointed baron is supposed to have a three-year term, but once he takes office, it's shortened to three months."

"We must gather enough people to meet the Count's quota within three months."

"I'm sure."

Talon said no more, but with a wave of his hand, a golden box and a silver bag appeared on the table.

"The box contains fifty pieces of gold jewelry, and the bag contains two hundred Mind Control Pills. Within three months, Lord Lin must send two hundred single-attribute awakened combatants, or one hundred dual-attribute awakened combatants."

Lin Feng did not respond, but simply opened the golden box and glanced inside.

Twenty Wind Whisper Gold Bracelets, ten Power Gold Rings, ten Intelligence Gold Rings, and ten Life Gold Chains.

These items are all personal-bound; once someone wears them, they cannot be traded.

He closed the box, hummed in agreement, and stored the golden box and silver bag together in the other-dimensional space before turning and leaving.

Talon didn't seem to care and continued with his official duties, as if what had just happened was just a trivial interlude in his daily routine.

...

Lin Feng walked out of the Summoning Tower, thinking to himself.

The Nightmare faction's upper echelons truly had these lower-ranking lords completely under their thumb.

The quota allocation mentioned earlier is done once every 30 years.

The production of a gold-quality demiplane is only 10 amethysts per year, and exactly 300 amethysts in 30 years.

With the addition of those 50 gold ornaments, we have just enough to make 100 single-attribute awakened warriors and 50 dual-attribute awakened warriors.

They really squeezed every last drop out of us.

Fortunately, the intensity of the Eternal Night Battlefield has never been high.

The Eternal Night Plane and the Blood Demon Sect seem to have a tacit understanding, engaging in small-scale battles each time, and the two sides have been at peace for over a thousand years.

Otherwise, these Nightmare Barons wouldn't be doing so well.