Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 487 Open the door and send warmth

He will use 7000 souls in exchange for his ascension!
After this, he will have the power to dominate the entire world! He will be above everyone else! Become the master of the world! Get rid of all the weaknesses of vampires! Become perfect and completely dominate the city!
At that time, no matter who the Chosen One is, or the so-called "Savior of Eltoril", "Hero of the North, Noshir", they will all be defeated by the ascended vampires!

And that day is not far away. As long as his dear children continue to work hard and capture more qualified sacrifices for him, he will be able to complete the ascension at the fastest speed and use the powerful force gained from the ascension to wipe out all enemies that may threaten him!

In order to achieve this ultimate goal, Cazador does not mind being a little humble in the final period of time and showing a little mercy to his poor children so that they can continue to work hard and contribute to their future.

Until finally, they will burn, and they themselves will be ascended!

"I am satisfied, children."

Asdalen's body stiffened for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his ears. Petras was even more exaggerated. He raised his head in shock, then seemed to realize something and quickly lowered his head again.

Cazador closed the book in his hand with a snap and placed it gently on the desk. Then he held tightly with his left hand a staff that was more than one meter tall and had a lifelike bat on the top. The staff was as black as obsidian and stood up from the chair and walked straight to the two men.

Then he stretched out his right hand, grabbed Petras' face like he was grabbing an animal, and forcibly lifted his head. Looking at Petras, whose expression was already shattered with fear, Cazador forced a cold and mocking smile.

"Don't act so unacceptable, kid. Can't a father smile at his children once in a while? Can't he praise their efforts?"

"I knew this bastard wouldn't change." Asdalen thought so, but Atlas didn't react. Cazador's unpredictable behavior once again deeply aroused the fear in his heart, making him unable to speak clearly and could only speak tremblingly.

“Dangdangdang, of course!”

Petras suppressed his fear and uttered these words with trembling voice with the greatest effort of his life. Asdalen beside him lowered his head even more.

He didn't dare to say a word at this time, as that would only arouse Cazador's desire to torture him, and increase the number of people he tortured for pleasure from one to two. Cazador would even increase the punishment on them as the price for his defiance.

This is all Asdalen's experience. He is the first derivative transformed by Kazador and has been with him for nearly 200 years. He has suffered a lot during these 200 years. Don't let him figure out the temper of this bastard.

Petras was finished. At least today, he would be the first object of Cazador's entertainment. The best outcome for him today would be to eat a dead mouse here. As for the worse outcomes, there were too many to guess. Asdalen knew that doing nothing was the wisest choice at this time.

however……

"Oh, poor little Palai, you have once again forgotten my expectations of you and the courtesy I gave you. Haven't I told you many times that you must be clear and concise when answering questions?"

"I'm sorry, Master! I won't!" "I forgive you... just this once, get out of my study, and talk to Gordy after you leave, and ask him to prepare two clean rooms and run hot water so that we can wash away the smell on you."

Cazador loosened his grip on Petras' hand, took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket, and carefully wiped the palm he had just stretched out, leaving the two derivatives standing there in disbelief.

Both of them couldn't believe that Cazador let them go so easily, but after a brief moment of stunned silence, Asdalen spoke without any hesitation.

"Yes, Master, thank you for your kindness and generosity. We will definitely repay this kindness in the future. From now on, every day, I will carry out your orders to the letter just like I did today."

Petras immediately followed suit.

"Your command is our will, your need is our desire, please send us as you please."

Cazador waved his hand, ignoring their flattery, and just asked them to leave. The two men immediately obediently withdrew, and went to the clean house with incredible relief to enjoy their rare reward.

As for Cazador, he simply returned to the silent darkness again, sat in a high-backed armchair, propped up his face with the back of one hand, and silently pondered how to fill the remaining gaps in the ceremony as quickly as possible.

As mentioned before, in order to quickly replenish the ritual offerings, Kazador chose a more radical strategy, but there are some particularly troublesome characters in Baldur's Gate now. If he runs out and makes too much noise, it may attract the attention of those characters, which is not the situation Kazador wants to see.

Because of this, Cazadol always assigned his targets for attack to wanderers with no background, such as the Ghurs.

After all, for weaklings like the Ghurs who have no background and live outside the city, there is no need to worry about causing any huge trouble even if more are captured. Asdalen and Petras' actions last night were decisive and efficient, without leaving too many handles behind, which made Cazador very satisfied.

However, targets like the Ghurs are few after all, so in order to replenish the sacrifices more quickly, in the coming days, Kazador must rely on his spies to closely monitor the flow of people around Baldur's Gate and plan the next action target as quickly as possible.

Of course, this difficulty would not be enough to stump him. Relying on the development over the past 200 years, Cazador had deployed many spies in the city. Relying on these eyes, he had already selected the next candidate.

A circus that had recently moved to the Rivington neighborhood of Baldur's Gate. It had plenty of people, but little combat power, and a very high turnover rate. For Kazador, this circus was simply a mobile buffet. Next time, he would let Leon and the others...

Bang! ! !
A loud noise suddenly spread throughout the castle, as if something exploded inside, but the sound was different from the ordinary sound of gunpowder. If you have to describe it, it was like something heavy hitting the iron gate outside the castle. Yes, that's right, that kind of noise is definitely the sound produced by some giant object colliding with iron!

(End of this chapter)