Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 484 Buddy and Gordy

"We're here... Remember what I said before, be quiet. This is for your own good. Even animals like you have to pay attention to your appearance in front of your master. This is the rule of the Zar family."

The brown-haired vampire spawn turned around again and gave instructions to the werewolves. He didn't want to make things so troublesome, but there was no other way. These watchdogs raised by the master were very useful, but once these guys lost their human form and turned into such beasts, their IQ would instantly drop to an unacceptable level.

Becoming stupid and dirty is the kind of fool that the master hates the most. Petras had seen a reckless werewolf dripping his disgusting saliva onto the carpet in front of the master's door in the past.

The poor fellow was skinned alive by his master on the spot, and as a warning, he distributed his flesh to the other werewolves present, forcing them to swallow their own blood brothers.

The "brother" who brought the fool into the master's room was also punished. He was given the largest piece of meat, a whole werewolf thigh, and was forced to eat it in one bite.

Oh my God - even just recalling that scene would make people shudder. They were just vampire derivatives, not ghouls, nor shark lizards. He certainly couldn't just swallow a whole werewolf's thigh, but the werewolf's claws finally cracked his jawbone and esophagus, and despair blocked his whimpers and wails.

Poor Leon, after that incident, he had to lie in the coffin for two months to barely recover from the physical trauma, but mentally... what else could he ask for? Everyone in this castle...

The werewolf had quieted down, and Petras withdrew his gaze. He stood there solemnly tidying up his appearance, tucked the child he was carrying on his shoulders under his armpit, and then slowly walked to the open space in front of the castle gate.

"Open the door, Buddy. The master's hunting team has returned. We have a great harvest this time. They are all children with tender skin and sweet blood. The master will definitely be satisfied. So open the door quickly and don't keep the master waiting for too long. Move faster so that we can offer the master a sweet breakfast."

After Petras finished speaking, the air in the area became still for a moment, but a few seconds later, the castle gate finally made a sound. With a rhythmic creaking sound, the heavy gate finally rose slowly, making way for the returning hunting team.

Petras took a deep breath. Beside him, the pale curly-haired Asdalen clenched his fists. The werewolf followers behind him also lowered their heads deeply, not daring to say even a word.

Everyone was filled with obvious silence, tension, and the deepest, but also the most profound fear. They had clearly gotten rid of the fighting and looting, and had clearly returned to the base camp, but everyone present was even more... frightened and uneasy than when they participated in the life-and-death battle last night.

"Well, little Palai didn't lie. He really brought a sumptuous meal for his master. What would he ask for? A clean place to live, or a whole wild dog dinner? Or perhaps the master's reward and favor... Oh, but no matter what you get in the end, it's not up to me to decide."

When the castle gate was fully raised, a skeleton ghost wrapped in tight armor and with green ghost fire burning in its eye sockets walked out of the dark wall corridor. Petras stiffened for a moment, then immediately put on a decent smile, and so did Asdalen. In fact, he changed his expression much faster than Petras, but he still didn't speak, because Asdalen knew the bad character of the guy in front of him.

The undead's name is Buddy, and he is the outer wall supervisor of the Zar family. In addition to being responsible for opening and closing the city wall gates, whenever the Zar family's captive werewolf hunting team returns from hunting, Buddy will take over the command of these werewolves from the team leader, then tie up their chains and drive them into the kennel.

This guy was an extremely bad bastard when he was alive, and he was still the same after his death, and even became worse. Like his brother Gordy, his favorite thing to do was to use the little power he had to make things difficult for them.

For example, deliberately making things difficult for them, dragging them to the city gate, so that they could see that the time to meet Cazador was getting closer and closer, but they couldn't even get through the gate... Haha, what Buddy liked to see most was their anxious but helpless expressions.

If possible, Astelan didn't want to attract this guy's attention at all, but this bastard's job was to guard the door, so even if he wanted to bypass him, he couldn't...

Asdalen could only hope that he could curb his bad temper a little. Although such a thing was almost impossible to happen, facing the director of the city wall who was personally authorized by Kazador, what else could he do except secretly hope in his heart?
"Come on, come in, these children... their blood is very sweet, the master will be happy, the master is waiting for you, Buddy has a premonition that your "wish" this time may really come true... even if it is only a small part, hehe."

"Wishes" are Kazador's evil hobby. Whenever his derivative brothers have made some achievements, brought something to their master, or perfectly completed the tasks assigned by their master, Kazador will ask about their wishes in a very evil way, and then consider whether to agree or not depending on his mood.

...or agree to part of it. Most of the time, Kazadur would choose the latter option. If they said they wanted a hearty meal, Kazadur would throw them a whole wild dog, half a poisonous snake, or a whole rotten rat depending on his mood. The other wishes were similar.

There was no doubt that Godi was mocking them, but after hearing his words, Petras and Asdalen were both stunned.

What did they hear? Did Buddy let them go? What was going on? How could he let them pass so easily? There was no deliberate harassment, no deliberate selection of one by one, but all the prey were simply judged as qualified.

Ah, I forgot to mention that in addition to opening and closing the city gates and keeping werewolves in captivity, Buddy is also responsible for judging the quality of the prey. After all, only the sweetest blood can flow into Cazador's throat. Moreover, if Cazador really drinks defective blood, it will not just be the hunting team that will be in trouble.

Because of this, Buddy would never allow any defective prey to appear among the prey. In the past, he would always use this excuse to carefully select the prey brought by the hunting team one by one, and slowly appreciate their anxious expressions. But today... why did this guy suddenly change his nature?

(End of this chapter)