Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 485: Prepare to Receive Rewards
Palai Petras was stunned, but Asdalen's mind was working quickly.
For him, it didn't matter what the reason was that Buddy let them go. As long as he could leave this place quickly and stay away from the damn face of this undead, it would be a gain. The only thing he had to do now was to remind his "brother" to seize this opportunity.

So he immediately touched Petras lightly with his arm, secretly awakening his spirit. Petras came to his senses and immediately realized that he had just done something stupid, and he immediately spoke.

"Yes-yes! The quality of this batch of food is very high. We have verified it ourselves. Master Zar will definitely be satisfied. Let's not keep him waiting for too long. Let's go into the city and clean them properly. We still have time to offer a hearty breakfast to the master."

Petras flattered him somewhat awkwardly, but Buddy didn't care about the details, unlike usual. If it were in the past, he would definitely deliberately stop Petras' hunting team and have some fun with these poor guys, but now it's different.

The great Cazador has issued new orders. He requires the hunting team to bring him as much fresh blood as possible. In fact, in his original order, even the word fresh was not mentioned. For some reason, their master now seems to only require the quantity of prey, but ignores the quality inspection.

Buddy was very confused about this, but he would not choose to question Cazador's orders. He did not have the courage, so there was no way. Although he was a little reluctant, he had to give up his favorite entertainment activity.

In the past, he could arbitrarily embarrass the hunting team and take pleasure in their distress, but now that Kazador has issued new orders, blocking the hunting team in this way would be deliberate disobedience to Kazador's orders.

Even though Buddy was already dead and only a skeleton was left on his body, he was still afraid of Cazador's brutality. Even if he only had the consciousness and senses of a spirit, Cazador still had the ability to make him live a life worse than death. Buddy had no doubt whether Cazador had this ability.

"That's enough. No more words. Go in and put these little beasts in the front hall. Don't worry about the rest. My brother Gordy will arrange for others to help you deal with the rest. Just go and claim your reward from the master... Hehe, if you're lucky enough, you 'vampires' might be able to drink some of the master's remaining blood. It's not impossible to fulfill your long-cherished wish, hehe."

"Ah... yes, yes, fresh human blood, even if it's just what's left..."

Petras said absentmindedly, but the corner of Asdalen's mouth twitched, and a feeling of anger rushed up involuntarily. This damn bone scum, he was really fed up with these guys' ridicule...

"We should go, brother. The master is still waiting for us. You can't keep him waiting for long. It's for our own good."

Asdalen gestured to the werewolves behind him and passed Buddy first. Petras on the side also came to his senses again, and without much hesitation, he also passed Buddy and followed Asdalen to carry the unconscious children in their hands into the front hall.

Here, they met Buddy's brother, Gordy. Like Buddy, Gordy was also a skeleton. The two brothers were simply carved from the same mold, but the difference was that Buddy was in charge of the kennel on the werewolf's side, while Gordy was in charge of his own "kennel".

He is the steward of the castle, helping Cazador to control and discipline these derivatives, using the most horrific acts of violence to force them to abide by the so-called rules.

Yes, rules. In the Zar family, rules are the most important. Those who do not follow the rules have no value in living. Compared to ordinary people in the castle who will die immediately after making a mistake, these derivatives still have the cost of trial and error. Although they will inevitably suffer horrible torture afterwards, at least they can still keep their lives.

Astelan had naturally also suffered from his torture, and each time it lasted for several days in a row. After these experiences, he certainly didn't want to make small talk with this guy. Fortunately, Gordie didn't seem to want to either.

After they met, the guy just ordered the servants in the castle to take the prey, and then left directly, letting the servants take the children to a place they were absolutely not allowed to set foot in, Kazador's food storage room, an absolute restricted area. Asdalen glanced in that direction, and then quickly retracted his gaze. According to the rules of the Zaar family, that place was an area that was absolutely forbidden to set foot in. Not to mention walking there, even if you took a look at it, if you were discovered by others, you would definitely face the terrible punishment imposed by Kazador himself.

Astelan didn't know why. Was it just to prevent them from eating secretly? Or was it to show his absolute authority? Astelan thought it was the latter, but it was also possible that the guy was just doing it for fun. Anyway, he had always been a monster who enjoyed torturing them, as if the meaning of their existence was to entertain him.

"A-Astaron, I-we are going to go to..."

Asdalen sighed, he knew why his brother was afraid, because they were going to collect the reward, and in this castle, there was no one, any creature, who was more worthy of fear than the one they were about to meet.

"Put away that timid look! Petras! Are you going to meet the master in this state? Straighten your back! Cheer up! I don't know how the master will arrange us, but I know that if you keep looking like this, then nothing good will happen to us next!"

Asdalen seemed to be suddenly angry. He pointed at Petras with one finger and criticized Petras's cowardice with merciless words, but both of them knew that Asdalen was right.

In this castle, their every word and action must strictly follow the indicators given to them by Cazador. If Cazador is dissatisfied with their personal demeanor, Cazador will definitely pull out their bones himself and then use nails to nail them into the shape he wants!
"I-I know!"

Petras forced himself to cheer up, and Asdalen wanted to give a few more instructions, but at this moment, a servant from the castle suddenly appeared from the corner and walked straight to the two of them.

"Asdalen, Petras, children with the blood of the master flowing in their veins, noble offsprings, the great master Kazador is waiting in the study. Please leave quickly and don't keep the director waiting too long. Please also think about the rewards you want in advance. The great master will fulfill your wishes."

noble……

"...Yes, yes, we understand, we will leave right away. No, we will leave now."

Asdalen stopped scolding Petras, took a deep breath, glanced at Petras, and followed the servant, walking straight and firmly towards Cazador's study with impeccable aristocratic steps.

Petras also immediately took a few deep breaths and quickly caught up with Asdalen's pace. Neither of them surpassed the followers leading the way in front. Although the servants in the castle were all lifeless zombies with their minds controlled by the spell, these zombies were precisely the spies used by Cazador to monitor the entire castle.

These pieces of flesh whose brains had been almost destroyed did not have many complex thoughts, but they were able to remember everything they saw in the castle, and then report the scenes they saw with their own eyes to Cazador without any exaggeration. This was something that all the derivatives knew.

(End of this chapter)