"She won't trust me or Wosuoran. The maid who has been with her for hundreds of years is also missing. I think it's better to leave it to you."

As he said that, Wosolun's moonlight eyes stared at the prince's dark eyes.

The prince didn't give him any time to hint, he sat down on the edge of the bed, held his head and said.

"Just seeing a demon can lead to this situation. I really don't know how humans can resist if such monsters invade in large numbers."

"I thought about it, Nehekhara no longer has the blessing of divine power, only magic can be used, and we need new power. Maybe I should open a magic school and gather talented people to study these things

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As he said that, Alkadiza looked up at Wosolun, who didn't seem as dead as before for some reason.

But there was no fluctuation in the old vampire's eyes. Wosolun looked at Neferata whose eyes were trembling slightly, turned to look at the prince's feet, and said.

"What a great idea, but why did you tell me?"

"I mean, you can be a professor at a magic school."

Alkadiza's dark eyes stared at the monster in front of him seriously.

After seeing the previous battle scenes, the kind of power that could easily demolish the temple without resorting to external forces, he knew that Nehekhara must have power other than gods in the era when the gods retreated.

"A vampire teaches magic to mortals. What a weird scene this is. Have you ever thought about it?"

The old vampire touched his bald head, which had almost no scalp left, and only a piece of gray "thin paper" pressed against it. He exposed his ugly fangs and laughed at the prince's proposal.
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"I know, but for the future of Nehekhara, we must disclose the existence of vampires to the Lahmians, instead of using the Blood Temple to deceive us like in the past."

"I agree with this. The method of asking believers to donate blood cannot support too many vampires, and there is no way to ensure the effectiveness of necromancy. As far as the undead engine is used to charge souls, it needs to be solved urgently."

There was a hint of ridicule in the corner of Wosolun's mouth, and the sound that sounded as unpleasant as a broken bellows also expressed the same meaning in the room.

Alkadiza

It can already be heard that this is mocking Neferata's Blood Temple and the developing faith, but the latter part seems to be making a request.

"We still need a large number of slaves to supplement these things. You have also seen the combat power of vampires. At least for now, Nehekhara also needs the power of vampires."

The old vampire leaned towards the prince, his tone pretending to be solemn and sacred.

"What do you think? The future Emperor Alkadiza."

"Is this a condition?"

Alkadiza asked.

It is not a good thing to change orders day and night, but indeed, it is too conservative to think that even the souls of slaves are not allowed to use that kind of unrivaled power.

"In fact, I repelled that threat, but now I need more souls to create weapons to resist that threat. Unfortunately, I wish I knew how Nagash intercepted the power obtained by sacrificing to the gods."

"In that case, fewer souls and lives will be consumed. Of course I don't want to reduce the number of mortals because of vampire activities or the need for spells. That will cause great damage to finances, politics, and subsequent development.

Influence."

"But, even so."

In the middle of speaking, Wosolun lifted up his clothes.

On top of the originally dry gray flesh, some pink and tender new flesh grew. This new flesh was in a state of squirming against the surrounding dead skin.

But what made Alkadiza frown the most and make her feel sick was that in the middle of this mass of pink flesh, seven white eyes like moonlight appeared.

"I can be corrupted at any time. I don't know how far I can go, so even if I teach, it may not be a good thing."
Chapter completed!