Count Charles took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood - stained dagger.

Two corpses, one male and one female, were laid out in front of him, sitting back - to - back. Their abdomens had burst open from the inside, and the pattern formed by the blood and minced meat splattered on the ground might seem only bloody and chaotic to others.

But in his eyes, they were two blooming roses.

He had killed many prisoners and captives. He had heard of the town of Innocence before, but he had never imagined that it would be so wonderful.

What Charles appreciated was not what other nobles enjoyed, but the residents here. The comfortable environment had made them quite different from the commoners outside.

In short, there were a large number of “special ingredients” here.

Miserable wails and desperate cries could no longer stimulate his nerves. So, in recent decades, the count had been seeking to dig deeper pleasures.

For example, he had just asked this so - called “model couple” of young people to choose who should die. Without hesitation, they both chose the other.

And when he said, “Sorry, since you didn't reach a consensus, I can only kill both of you,” the expressions of annoyance and pain on the faces of these two commoners had given him enjoyment for quite a while.

Count Charles really wanted to include a visit to the town of Innocence in his plan. However, this expense was a bit expensive, and...

He probably wouldn't have the chance either.

“Have you had enough fun?” asked the man leaning against the wall.

Charles let out a long breath, then said politely:

“Blood and flesh, I always can't help but indulge in them. Sorry, Wald, I've wasted your time. But releasing my pent - up emotions in my free time is also beneficial to our next work.”

Wald shook his head:

“It's a pity. Your innate brutality, and your yearning for violence and flesh. If you were a werewolf, you would surely be much stronger than you are now.”

The count smiled and denied it:

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“These are just some small hobbies. I'm a gentleman, and I think the identity of a vampire suits my behavior. You think you're brutal, maybe it's just because we're better at disguising ourselves than you.”

“It's time to talk about business, isn't it?”

The werewolf said:

“No, there's something you might want to know.”

Charles slowly straightened his collar:

“Oh, what is it?”

Wald leaned sideways and said:

“When you gave us the gift, wasn't there a knight killed by someone else? My brother saw him - the culprit.”

Charles' movement paused slightly:

“You saw him in the town?”

Wald replied with a comfortable expression:

“Yes, and he's neither a blood - clan member nor a werewolf. He looks like an outsider. What, do you want to kill him?”

Charles asked briefly:

“Name?”

Wald said:

“Ron. He's a gravedigger now. When he entered the town, there was a woman with him. I don't know if she's your property. But now he's with Julia.”

When hearing the word “property”, a flash of hostility appeared in Charles' eyes, but he quickly restrained it:

“In that case, let's not cause more trouble. The most important thing now is to finish the work at hand. If I have time, I'll get my things back when I leave.

“By the way, give the little thief who stole things a lesson.”

Wald could imagine how bloody the “little lesson” in Charles' mouth would be.

He stood up straight:

“Our priest has figured out the structure here. Her power will grow continuously with your performance here. No wonder you want to kill her. She's really his favorite daughter.

“If this goes on, there might be a fourth grand duke in the Blood Plains.”

The count asked:

“This place was built by her over hundreds of years. Her blood power must be stronger than those of the same rank. So, tell me, how do we destroy this place?”

Walton explained:

“Everything here is fake, or rather, it's rooted in falsehood. Of course, this is what the priest said. And all the lies here will continuously strengthen this place, and the lies here will become more and more solid.”

The town of Innocence itself was the biggest lie.

Charles asked:

“So...”

A deep ferocity appeared in the werewolf's eyes:

“We have to expose this lie. But just stating the truth won't have any effect at all. We must make all of them realize that this is a lie.

“The most important thing is to make those twelve nobles realize that they're not in a play set up for them, but in a real nightmare. By the way, we also need to scare those stupid commoners and make them have some doubts about Elizabeth's rules.

“Except for those two children who can't be killed, about half of the blood - clan members will die at the hands of my fellow - beings. After all, you still have to escape to the Blood King's territory. It's good for you to offend fewer people.”

The count nodded slightly:

“Can you escape?”

Wald said with a firm expression:

“We will surely die, but this is a necessary sacrifice.

“Destroying Elizabeth's efforts over hundreds of years can not only prevent her from growing into a grand duke in this millennium but also warn other blood - clan members. Her compatriots will surely be afraid of such a thing happening.

“The Blood Plains will eventually belong to our Lord.”

So he said he wasn't suitable to be a werewolf.

Charles nodded slightly:

“Then let's do it, before she returns to her territory.”

Wald agreed:

“Count, then please trouble you to stop those subordinates of Elizabeth in the castle. You brought the one in the castle...”

The count nodded imperceptibly:

“Brought.

“If you fail, I won't come back, and no one can help you. She's a dangerous opponent.”

Wald smiled:

“Who would have thought that Count Charles, who is troubled by werewolves, actually has the same heart and beliefs as us?”

The count gracefully raised the corners of his mouth slightly:

“Yes, no one can tell that I actually greatly appreciate the Blood King's ideas and views. Every noble killed by ‘the Murderer’ Charles was carefully selected.

“Go, my brother.”

Wald said with a fanatical expression:

“The Lord of Flesh and Blood is above.”

Charles showed a half - genuine and half - fake piety:

“Praise the God of Blood.”

The werewolf shook his head with a smile at his frivolous attitude, then turned and walked out of this commoner's residence, leaving him a resolute and crazy back.

Charles sighed slightly.

What a pity.

Such an interesting and wonderful place was about to turn into a sea of fire under the claws of these beasts.

And he couldn't stay here to appreciate it.