Chapter 17 (2/2)

“Hahn, cleanse the street with Clean again. I do not want to see a speck of dust or dirt on the street.”

In order to complete the task that Reed had given to him as soon as possible, Eudes roped in half of the vampires to help.

Vampires were natural spellcasters, and the goddess of the night had given them the gift of excellent magical talents.

Within the castle, amongst the two-hundred and eight vampires, a hundred and fifty of them had mage as their main class, while half of the remaining fifty-eight had mage as their secondary class.

Barely two dozen vampires were in classes that had nothing to do with mages.

Spellcasters, who were extremely difficult to find in the human realms outside, were dime a dozen there.

Mages had mysterious powers that could not only be used for fighting but also in bettering their work.

A dusty street could be cleaned up with a single Clean spell. Broken houses could be repaired with Automatic Restoration, and blocked sewers could be unclogged with Mage’s Hand.

Using hundreds of Level 5 and above mages to clean the street was a luxury even Grimm’s Lodge of Mages could not pull off.

“Lord Viscount, do you know the Lord Progenitor’s true thoughts? Will we really be living with humans in this castle? Goddess of the Night above, you know the kind of life I am referring to.”

Eudes was approached by a young and handsome vampire who spoke in a rather deflated tone. He also had a magic staff in his hand.

The vampires’ internal hierarchy was divided into their own noble titles: duke, marquis, count, viscount, baron, and baronet. Duke was the highest, and baronet the lowest.

Normally, the vampires were divided according to their strength. The dukes were of Transcendent level, the marquises were of archmage level, the counts were of high level, viscounts being of mid-level, and barons were of a full-fledged class.

Unfortunately, most of the ennobled vampires had fallen in the battle against Grimm a hundred years ago.

Now, only the seven second-generation vampires had titles amongst them. They were viscounts and viscountesses ennobled by Reed himself.

Eudes was one of them, so his fellow vampires had always referred to him as Viscount, befitting his title.

Eudes turned his head around to look at the vampire beside him. The young vampire, although neatly dressed in a black mage robe, had a decadent and lethargic air to him.

He cocked an eyebrow, and displeasure gleamed in his turquoise eyes.

Perhaps the reason the Lord Progenitor put so much effort in explaining was to let these brainless fools understand what they needed to do, he thought. If the Lord Progenitor did not say anything, the bunch of fools would really mess things up.

“Hahn, the Lord Progenitor’s wisdom is beyond your comprehension. Let me warn you, do not use your cowardly and uncooperative behavior to hinder the Lord Progenitor. You will only invite danger to yourself.”

After a pause, he turned to look at several other vampires around him who were paying attention to him and spoke loudly.

“The vampires will forever be the Lord Progenitor’s own. If there is anyone who dares to complete the Lord Progenitor’s orders in a negative manner, I will personally send you to the dungeons, and none of you will want to know what it is like there.”

Upon hearing that, the vampires around him immediately perked up.

The castle’s dungeon was a prison used solely to imprison errant vampires, with extremely harsh punishments awaiting any prisoner. No vampires in their right mind would want to go to that forsaken place.

“No, no, Lord Viscount, you have misunderstood me… I was just…” The young vampire tried to explain himself with a flustered expression.

Eudes waved his hand and responded indifferently.

“No, Hahn, you do not have to apologize. I just need you to diligently complete the task I have given to you. If you really make any mistakes, the Enforcers will naturally come to deal with you.”

Hahn’s already pale face became even paler. He dared not say more as he lowered his head and continued to cast spells to clean the street.

Goddess of the Night above, the Lord Viscount’s aura was getting stronger and stronger.

Could the Lord Progenitor’s plan really work? Could we really control a city similar to the likes of Grimm?

There would always be doubts on the road to reforms.

However, once they realized the benefits of the reforms, the doubters would often become loyal supporters.