CHAPTER 81: BLOOD PACT!!!

The four were in Clark’s private carriage. The looks Gorfenta and Brando gave Clark were of internal fear, while Natasha was terribly frightened, wondering in their minds: What made us get into such trouble with this man?

Clark called one of the soldiers under his command:

• "Bring us some alcohol, without any acidity as I told you before."

The soldier quickly went to find this alcohol and brought it.

The soldier poured the drink for everyone, filling the cups.

Clark began drinking and laughed as he said:

• "Do you know why I don’t like acidity in alcohol?"

The three looked at him in confusion and didn’t ask, while he continued speaking:

• "During one period of my life, I met someone. I can call him... I don’t know, he wasn’t anything special, just an ordinary person with simple ambitions: to travel the world."

• "I can describe him as one of the few who can understand demons and change their hearts."

• "They were enjoyable days. I don’t know, it became a habit for me to drink alcohol without acidity because he used to make such good alcohol."

• "Hahahahahaha! It’s funny that I have memories like these. Do you know?"

Natasha asked:

• "So, is that girl alive?"

Clark’s eyes darkened.

She felt fear, realizing she had asked a question she should never have asked.

• "Sorry for interfering in your private matters."

Clark didn’t care and began with his main topic:

• "I want to create my own special team, and in my opinion, you are currently the best for that."

• "Especially you, Prince of the Kingdom of Lyon Hart! Your name is Lawrence Lionheart! That is your real name."

Everyone turned to Gorfenta (or Lawrence) in astonishment, not knowing what to call him.

Lawrence spoke suspiciously:

• "How did you know me???"

Clark laughed:

• "Well, of course I would know you. Isn’t your mother from the royal family of the Gothic state?"

• "And you know what’s happening in this state. So I don’t need to explain, right???"

Lawrence nodded yes.

Clark continued:

• "Well, as you can see, the smoke in this state has multiplied, and in my opinion, the fires will ignite."

• "I don’t care if chaos happens, but my specific plans will be ruined if I allow this chaos to occur."

• "Therefore, I will create a special alliance with you."

• "You will work under my command and my rules."

• "We will end the chaos and prevent the presence of demons."

• "You may leave. We will begin the alliance rituals tomorrow!"

No one could object to Clark.

They all left, and Clark put his mask back on to play the role of Johan Kreutz.

He shouted in his mind:

• "Mao Hua, do you know the recipe for the Extreme Movement of Blood Pact???"

Mao Hua replied:

• "Yes, I know."

Clark returned to the Cathedral of Light and the special altar.

Mao Hua informed him about the materials, and he gathered them easily.

Clark was isolated in his room, removed his mask and robe, leaving only his trousers.

Fire ignited, and he began condensing the materials.

The materials gradually became liquid in Clark’s hands as he manipulated them.

It was easy to refine an Extreme Movement from the Blood Path due to his high refinement and mastery of it; after all, he possessed a master’s attainment in it.

Clark’s concentration and spiritual stability were extremely high.

Fires began to radiate around him with a bloody light.

The head of a tiny, bloody bat appeared, and it was hungry—after all, these creatures need to be fed living beings to produce their special magic.

Clark wounded his shoulder, and blood gushed like a fountain.

Clark laughed:

• "Blood refinement methods are truly sadistic!"

Clark stood with all pride, his body covered in blood, playing with the materials, other fluids, his blood, and the form of the Blood Bat body.

But it was stubborn, and he had to swallow it to subjugate it to his will.

He swallowed it!

Soon, he stabbed himself to begin the infusion.

Some say the soul is in the heart, others say in the brain, but in truth, it resides in the abdomen!

Clark stabbed his abdomen so the Blood Bat in his body would know the place of abundant blood and cling to his soul.

And indeed, the Blood Bat existed side by side with Clark’s soul, which was as towering as mountains to it, and it submitted to it with intense fear.

Clark succeeded in creating the Blood Bat!

Now he could form alliances with great ease, and the first one he would use it on was Gregor.

Clark cleaned his bloody body, put on his mask, and went looking for Gregor.

He found him, as usual, at the altar, repairing it, breaking it, and repairing it over and over—an endless knot and circle.

Clark needed to subjugate Gregor’s will, make him a loyal slave, and make him feel a sense of belonging to him.

But it was a bit difficult, even though Gregor had sworn loyalty to Clark, that wasn’t enough for him. Human hearts... why are they called hearts? Because they quickly change direction. Today’s friend could be tomorrow’s enemy.

It doesn’t matter! Begin!

Clark warmly greeted Gregor:

• "Hello, Lord Gregor! Where have you been hiding? I’ve been looking for you!"

Gregor laughed:

• "As you see, I was repairing this shrine."

Clark sighed in response:

• "Over and over! Just! How long? You might find your own value, the purpose! What is the purpose? What’s the difference between you and a shepherd???"

Clark’s words struck Gregor’s heart like lightning.

• "What do you mean?"

Clark replied angrily:

• "Don’t you know what the question is? Every person in this ugly, unfair world can answer you."

• "It’s perseverance!"

• "The head of the family perseveres."

• "The weak persevere to become strong."

• "Some persevere because of their unbreakable principles they won’t betray."

• "Some persevere for justice."

• "Some persevere for revenge."

• "Haven’t you understood yet? Life is about striving and living."

• "Don’t waste your time breaking and repairing! You don’t need to fix yourself; you can create yourself anew from scratch: a new will and new passion."

• "Don’t fall like a lame horse! Just because your sons died!"

• "I know it’s a sad thing, but cursing yourself and remembering you were in a weak position won’t affect anything, won’t even make a difference!"

• "It’s just material for mockery."

Gregor’s mouth trembled, and he was completely unable to justify himself.

His attitude toward Clark was dull.

Clark laughed in his mind:

• "Good! I’ve completely broken him! Now only the final move remains."

Clark turned as if he would leave and said:

• "Gregor, leave and never return! You are too weak to take revenge! You are too weak to build a new world with me!!!"

• "Just cry like women over sons you couldn’t protect!!!"

Gregor fell to the ground, affected, unable to cry anymore. What could he bring out? He had cried and grieved so many times that his face had faded. Now he had nothing left but a cold face, refined thanks to Clark!

He stood up with difficulty and turned to Clark:

• "I am ready, my lord, to achieve your noble goal without any hesitation! The past is past!"

• "Crying or grieving won’t matter! Hahahahahahaha!"

Clark laughed and turned to him with a smile:

• "So, you are ready to sign the alliance."

He nodded strongly to Clark in agreement.

The mouth of the Blood Bat appeared from Clark’s hand.

It wounded Gregor’s hand, and the blood poured into its mouth.

The conditions were clear:

Gregor is completely under Clark’s command, and nothing will benefit him except that his life is in Clark’s hands. He cannot betray, bring in external parties, or attempt to harm Clark. He executes orders to the letter.

Clark was happy with the great gains he had made.

But after a long wait, grand processions blared outside—a huge number of horses.

Alfred appeared! He was in a grand procession.

Clark felt a demonic, overwhelming, and terrifying aura—so terrifying that he felt as if facing a huge, hard-to-break stone that was difficult to pass through.

Everyone came out, with Clark at the forefront, since he was the one who ordered the reception.

The carriage stopped, and a tall man stepped out—handsome and attractive, with a sharp jaw and strong muscles. He was wearing the usual white clergy attire.

Clark approached him and extended his hand for a greeting.

Slap!!!

Clark received a slap from Alfred!

Everyone was astonished, but Clark remained calm and said:

• "I apologize, Lord Alfred, if my greeting was disrespectful."

Alfred looked at Clark arrogantly, while the other remained only calm in return.

Alfred replied:

• "Who are you? I smell something vile in you."

Clark smiled and said:

• "I am merely one of Lord Jin’s subordinates, and I came to receive you while Lord Jin is just busy and will come later."

Clark stepped past him and walked away without concern.

Clark looked at him from behind, licking the blood from his upper lip and saying:

• "Well, well! It seems you’re a hard-to-tame dog! But..."

• "Your action won’t go unnoticed!!!"

To be continued.....