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The figure of a pale man coated in black robes looked at a crystal ball.
He had left a powerful spell to look at the caves of the bandits he was managing, like camera surveillance.
However, as he saw how one of the bandit hideouts was assaulted and destroyed so easily, he couldn't help but feel bitter.
Even more, they took away the precious miasma potions he had been painstakingly making for his bosses, the mysterious organization of blood addicts that moved things behind the shadows…
He used a Familiar in the shape of a bird to look over the Goblin Village from very far above.
"Who are these people?! Just when did the Duke and those two fat pigs die? I lost so many clients… Also, now there are these strange Majin trying to interfere with my plans?! They're strong though, I have to admit it… However, I cannot simply let them do as they please with my belongings!" The man raged as he looked over the dark cave from where he was.
Several slaves were working incessantly in making more potions.
The strange materials, dark secretions that released a poisonous gas when they boiled into the concoction, and other things were weakening and making them look moribund, sickly, even.
There were goblins, elves, dwarves, and even humans… these slaves came from all around the Kingdom for him.
After all, as he was the leader of this small branch of the bloodsucker's secret organization, he was given a lot of generous resources from his masters.
He was working so far away from civilization to not be found out, and one of the major buyers of his products were the Duke and the two pigs in Affnaria, who were mysteriously assassinated several days ago.
Now, he was left with a ton of items to sell elsewhere.
He had already managed to find a bullet in the neighbor Duchy, but it would take some time to get them there.
This is why he had taken over the nearby bandits and made them his pawns… It was their job to bring these potions there, and this is why he had given them some slaves to aid them.
But of course, these mysterious figures emerged and ruined his plans!
The man gritted his teeth as his pale face was filled to the brim with frustration.
Why was he always so unlucky?
'The reason behind the assassination of those three is still a mystery, but I bet the Duke's siblings settled it. They went to war against one another for the throne, and thankfully, as their father is already sickly, and his days are counted, in less than a year, he will kick the bucket,' The man thought.
He began to walk through the dark caves, reaching a deeper area.
'After that happens, the most capable will become the next King or Queen… All these greedy royals are all the same. No matter how righteous they act, they would slaughter their own families so they can rise to become the top dogs of their shitty country… Hahh, but well, I am a servant of my lords, and I only obey them and nobody else. And they know about all of this….'
He continued down into the abyss-like cave, feeling the coldness of the dark wrap around him.
'They have most likely received several offers from the aristocrats as they're moving fast. They're going to use these potions and other products made from the residual essence of the Evil God Fragment to boost their troops' strength and make powerfully monstrous soldiers… The wars between the Duchies… how amusing… Humans are fascinating,'
As the man thought these things, he reached an empty room and began to use several materials he had inside a spatial pouch to carve several magic circles in the ground. He even began to light some candles around it and put on several bones, some cartilage, and other materials from monsters.
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"Like this, they will end up giving aid to whoever they deem the easiest to manipulate, and make him King, essentially turning all of my lords and their families into the secret rulers of the entire Kingdom! Hahaha… Such an easy plan… It is finally time. Unless the church dares to summon Heroes… But they shouldn't be able to… The Summoning Circle made by Odin to summon the Heroes was broken in the last war against the Demon King," He muttered as he looked at the magic circle he created rather casually.
He poured lots of the potion he was making on the entire area and then walked off of it, pointing his staff which was decorated with a human skull.
"Hm, it is done… Come forth, my nether beasts! [Advanced Necromancy], [Fake Life]!"
FLASH!
Conjuring the mighty spells, the black-robbed man smiled maliciously as the materials merged together and formed large figures within the shadows.
Monstrous creatures started to emerge, roaring furiously!
They looked like horrendous spawns of the netherworld, ready to ravage anything! And they exuded the power of high-ranked monsters…!
"GRROOAARRR!"
"GRAAHH…!"
"GGRROOAARR…!"
"This should be more than enough. But let us wait for the right time first," He muttered before petting the grotesque creatures…
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After the former slaves were washed and given new clothes, we helped them heal using the magic that some talented goblins with a knack for healing magic had.
I wish I could have healing magic!
[Healing Undead] doesn't count… I tried using it on a half-dead rabbit, but instead of being healed, it began to rot! It terrified me.
Perhaps I could use it as a rotting attack against the living… I might have to test it a bit more.
But honestly, it could be cool to touch someone's face and look them in the eyes, saying: "You're already rotten!" as I begin to rot their entire heads into a smelly pulp of slimy flesh!
Ah! Wait, no! That's sick! How can I think such a thing?
…I guess being a Ghost really gives you another vibe regarding all of this stuff. Honestly, I wasn't even a fan of gore back on Earth, but now it feels like it's part of my being or something… Pretty crazy.
Anyways, after the initial introductions, we made more food as I was starving!
…Well, not really, but the rest were.
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