When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist

Chapter 1161 - 1094: Blood Pact Gun

The light of dawn fell on the gray and white canopies of the night market, and the pale-faced vampires yawned, closing their stalls.As for the flesh workshops that make skeletons and zombies, they too are now closing down.

With thick, light-blocking hooded cloaks, these low-level vampires, reeking of blood, lowered their heads and headed home.

Meanwhile, the human shops or breakfast stands at Black Tower Port were just opening, calling out to the vampires heading home.

"Blood tofu, the best blood tofu!"

"Pure human blood sausages, not a trace of pig blood!"

"New shipment of three human slaves, not like those ogre-sold beasts, these can talk!"

Golden light touches down, as if scattered gold rolls on the ground.

Walking in the dawn light, some vampires paused to buy a hearty meal, while others walked home without stopping.

But when they looked at those selling, there was always a trace of disdain and resentment in their eyes.

Curse it, letting you lowly species make a fortune.

But this is inevitable—a hundred-year "middle" war successfully fought for humans' uniting value.

Even human merchants living in the Royal Court benefited, no longer to be treated like pigs and dogs.

More intense sunlight shone on their cloaks, and the vampires squinted as they walked by disdainfully.

Vampires are children of the night, let the day be for those lowly alien races.

After all, in the countryside, humans are just vampires' dogs!

Unlike the stereotypical image of the Royal Court, although it is a major exporter of primary industries, its degree of urbanization surpasses that of the Empire.

In fact, within the Royal Court, the most human-inhabited and densely populated place is the city.

The reasons are simple too.

If you shift your gaze to the countryside of the Blood and Flesh Royal Court, you will be amazed to find the rural wilderness is just a literal land of exposed bones, with not a chicken's crow heard for miles.

The rural areas of the Royal Court generally comprise the following parts.

A vampire castle, containing nearly a hundred human blood slaves, low-level vampire artisans, and servants.

The castle territory includes a large swath of land and hordes of zombie and skeleton servants.

In such areas, both consumption power and demand are extremely low.

Their sole need may just be human blood slaves, needing human blood to cast necromantic spells.

If not for necromantic spells, some cattle, sheep, or pig blood could suffice.

Such life is too dull and hopeless, and low-level vampires have to endure the exploitation and abuse from noble vampires.

Hence, a large number of low-level vampires flee to the city, even noble vampires from the countryside abandon their land for the city.

To suppress the escape of these noble vampires, the Royal Court had to imitate the Empire's county governor setup with overseers.

An overseer's official in a province, within the Royal Court, is referred to as a Governor.

Overseers often live in rural fortresses, but governors usually reside in the provincial capital's governor mansion.

Take Danio and others currently in Karabysia Province, for example, the governor mansion is set in the official district on the west side of Black Tower Port.

Those visiting the governor mansion for the first time would marvel that, rather than a mansion, it is more like a palace.

Occupying 1.5 hectares, with a riverside facade nearly 100 meters, four floors high, 35 meters in height, fully Gothic architecture.

Pearl-colored marble supports the arched roof, and the ground is covered with pure black ink jade.

The dome in the hall features wet frescoes in purple and dark green, painted by renowned imperial artists and craftsmen.

Depicting the legendary myth of the Eternal Lord titled "The Lord Descends, Furious and Ferocious".

For vampires, public strength and time are the least valuable, hence the entire Royal Court is a spectacle.

Northbound No Light City's inner city, famously known for its palace clusters.

Because there are only towering palaces, without humble houses.

Black Tower Port's governor mansion ground floor is an open office area, bustling with people and ghosts.

Despite nearing closing time, this whole floor remains noisy.

Noble sandmen with headscarves, centaur traders with hoof wraps, human merchants in robes, and vampire junior officials in silk attire.

At times, sweat from one's chin might even drip into another's shirt collar.

Everyone is shouting, everyone is busy with their matters, without time for others.

Just then, the crowd suddenly parted like the sea, pushing those clinging to the walls to shout.

"Stop squeezing in, can't breathe."

"Watch where you're squeezing, didn't see your Lord Grandhorse inside?"

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As for those who are acquainted with it, they know that this must mean an important figure has arrived, prompting the crowd to make way, while they look around: "Who has come? Which overseer has arrived?"

Beyond the shoulders of the crowd, one can see a human clad in a high-quality black tuxedo striding forward, surrounded by a cluster of vampire servants.

Where he passes, vampire junior officials stand up to welcome him, and even some noble vampires nod in salute.

"Who is that? Why are the vampire lords saluting him?" a newly arrived merchant asked in a low voice.

"That is Governor's trade official Hafali, who is said to have been a merchant from the Thousand River Valley."

"A Thousand River Valley merchant, a Holy Alliance person?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't let Official Hafali hear that, he detests Holy Alliance people the most." The explaining old merchant lowered his voice, "He's an old Thousand River Valley person, close to Duke Dane, but didn't Duke Dane die later?"

He was forced to remain at Black Tower Harbor, leading the Thousand River Valley Chamber of Commerce to pledge allegiance to the Governor..."

Upon hearing the explanation, the new merchant realized, muttering to himself: "So he's a traitor?"

Suddenly, Hafali stopped his steps, and sharply turned his head towards him: "Traitor? Who is the traitor? Who are you calling a traitor?"

Speaking so quietly, he could still hear?

The merchant's face immediately turned ashen, and he couldn't utter a word.

It's like an invisible force field, merchants around him formed a circle and pushed away, leaving him alone at the center.

Official Hafali is narrow-minded, now he's in trouble!

Hafali's face turned cold as he glanced at the guards nearby.

The palace guards, understanding the cue, pushed through the crowd, stepped forward, grabbed the merchant by the arm, and dragged him away.

"Official, I didn't mean that, I didn't say you are a traitor, I didn't say that..."

"You called out traitor, then who else are you calling?" Seeing the merchant surprisingly arguing back, Hafali immediately countered.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he sensed something was off, his expression turned grim, he clenched his teeth and said: "Lock him in the dungeon of the arena, next time I want to see him in the arena!"

Taking a sweeping glance, all the merchants and junior officials had their heads lowered, with only a few noble vampires smirking at the corners of their mouths.

Feeling his face slightly heat up, Hafali quickened his pace and stepped onto the gold-foil steps leading to the second floor.

Arriving on the second floor, this place is not somewhere anyone can enter, considerably quieter.

Originally gathered around the second-floor flower bed, several chamber of commerce chairmen were leisurely chatting and smoking pipes.

Seeing Official Hafali arrive, they hurriedly put out their pipes and surrounded him.

Arrogantly raising his chin, Hafali extended his hand, and the chamber chairmen stepped forth one by one to kiss it.

Standing by the flower bed, Hafali wiped his hand with a silk handkerchief, casually asking: "How about those Holy Alliance people?"

The chairman of the Windmill Chamber of Commerce immediately replied with a servile smile: "All settled, they can't stir any waves."

"And what about the dock?"

"Their spice ship has been seized, but we didn't take any action against them, after all, we have to give the Holy Alliance some respect."

"Yes, official, we also have our difficulties..."

Even though it was just letting the Holy Alliance lose some ships and goods, Hafali was satisfied.

These Holy Alliance people really disregard his dignity, knowing full well that Black Tower Harbor refuses Holy Alliance's unwritten rule and still insist on trading here.

Back then, if not for the Holy Alliance, why would he have needed to change faith?

And become a lowly Blood Slave, even if it's the Governor's Blood Slave.

Back then he swore, the Holy Alliance couldn't earn a penny from him.

Yet this group of Holy Alliance people not only choose not to trade at Moonlight Bay or elsewhere but insist on coming to him!

If they want to trade, put up a flag of Dawn Island or Falan, Hafali could turn a blind eye, at most, collect more tax.

But they are openly using the Holy Alliance's name to find agents and distributors.

Isn't this a slap in his face?

If he doesn't act now, his prestige will fall like hair to the ground.

Moreover, this move can also please the Falan Kingdom, killing two birds with one stone.

"Just leave them be, if they're sensible, send someone to drive them off, if not, humph humph." Hafali chuckled coldly twice, and everyone immediately nodded to show their understanding.

Having dealt with personal matters, Hafali extended his hand: "Let's not mention that, I ask, have you gotten the item I wanted?"

"Gotten it, just waiting for your arrival." A chairman from the Falan Chamber of Commerce turned around, taking out a long black rectangle box.

Placed it on the table, unlocking it reveals a peculiar item cushioned by red velvet cloth.

Hafali reached to pick it up but couldn't: "Is this the northern rebels' weapon?"

"Yes, they call it Blood Covenant Pistol."