Chapter 1010: Gifts Always Have to Be Returned

After listening to the old man's words, Leonard relaxed a little more.

He turned his attention back to the angel-level battle that occurred that afternoon and asked with considerable curiosity: "Which pathway does the giant serpent projection belong to among the angels?"

Pallez Zoroast was silent for a moment, then sighed and said: "The Snake of Fate, the President of the Life School, a Sequence 1 angel. "I didn't expect Him to join them..."

The President of the Life School? He also became Mr. Fool's Blessed? The corresponding Tarot card is the Wheel of Fortune? Leonard's eyes widened slightly, and he increasingly felt that Mr. Fool's power was comparable to the seven orthodox god churches, too profound to be measured.

"Death Consul"... "Snake of Fate"... "Maimed Messenger"... Under Mr. Fool's command, there have already been as many as three angels... No wonder Klein became a demigod so quickly... How long has it been since I was drawn into an angel-level battle? What will happen in the future is unimaginable... Leonard held the letter paper, sat down on the sofa, and felt an even greater urgency to digest the "Soul Assurer" potion and advance to "Spirit Warlock."

——He had been busy calming the spirits in the Backlund area, but because there were too many tasks, he still had a long way to go, and he couldn't find an opportunity or excuse to go to Tingen City to steal the power of that drop of "Eternal Blazing Sun's" blood. The arrival of Amon's avatar was much sooner than he expected.

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In the Harvest Church on Rose Street, South Bridge District.

Emlyn White, now dressed in brown clerical robes, stood by the long table with candlesticks, watching Eunice Beauvoir diligently wiping the altar. He raised his right hand and pointed casually: "On the side, the left, it's not clean."

Eunice Beauvoir, also wearing the clergy attire of the Earth Mother, glared resentfully at Emlyn, but still followed the instruction and re-wiped the area he had just been sloppy about.

"I know you're angry, just like when I knew you sold me the castle information but deliberately concealed key details." Emlyn said with a smile, not minding the other's gaze. "Also, I forgot to tell you something: I'm also a viscount now, as of last week."

The vampire viscount corresponds to Sequence 5 of the Moon Pathway, "Crimson Scholar". One of the conditions for the advancement ritual is to be under the light of a full moon. Besides that, one must gather metals, gems, and the blood of supernatural creatures representing different moon phases, which is quite complex.

However, Emlyn had already received a promise from the high-ranking vampires to hold the ritual for him for free. As soon as the full moon came, he smoothly completed the advancement.

As for the digestion of "Potion Professor", he felt that he hadn't put much effort into it and had already succeeded, because he often taught herbalism to willing commoner believers at the Harvest Church, and even some special-purpose potion combinations. In his daily life, besides collecting dolls, studying history, and doing volunteer work at the church, he also enjoyed experimenting with various potions to suit different combat scenarios.

"...You're a viscount?" Eunice Beauvoir straightened up abruptly, his face full of astonishment.

Within the vampire race, because they are all long-lived species, the accumulated population is not small, but the number of Beyonder characteristics is limited. Elevation in rank is extremely difficult, requiring a long queue before one might get a turn. And Emlyn White had only become a baron about half a year ago!

Eunice remembered that it took him a full sixty years to go from baron to viscount, and that was only because his father was attacked by man-made vampires and died early, leaving him an inheritance.

"Of course." Emlyn's smile broadened a bit, but he maintained a modest air. "I obtained a Sequence 5 Beyonder characteristic from a man-made vampire."

Eunice Beauvoir looked at Emlyn, for a moment not knowing what to say, as if he had suffered a heavier blow than becoming a volunteer at the Harvest Church.

"Your expression is interesting." Emlyn clicked his tongue. "Perhaps one day you'll have to address me as Count."

"Arrogant! Self-important!" Eunice blurted out.

I've already been humble. I didn't say I want to become a duke, or even a prince... Without reaching the angel level, how can I become the savior of the vampire race? Besides, within our Tarot Club, Mr. World has already advanced to demigod, and Lady Hermit is almost there. This will definitely become a gathering of demigods... Emlyn smiled, not arguing with Eunice as he usually did, putting on an air that the other's words weren't worth refuting.

Of course, he also understood that the vampires' racial advantage would disappear after the "Crimson Scholar" stage, and becoming a count was no less difficult than a man-made vampire advancing to a "Witch King".