Monster Girl Development Master.

Zhuang Sen was full of questions. He kissed Xiao Mi La's cheek but didn't find anything strange. How did she come up with such a plan that was both outrageous and yet somehow reasonable?

“But,” Zhuang Sen tried to argue, “wouldn’t that take too much time on the road, plus the time spent preparing for the wedding? Wouldn’t that mean we wouldn’t see you for a long time?”

Mira blinked, her clear, ruby-red eyes filled with doubt: "Why would you think that? Of course we're going together. The wedding is one-on-one, but the nighttime is all about going together—eating alone will get you a spanking, you know."

? ? ? ? ? ?

This...this isn't right, is it?

"And then there's the time spent on the road and at the wedding..."

"Without an army, how long would it take us on the road? As for the wedding, the lords can prepare in their cities on the day of Celine's wedding. Once we arrive, we can just change clothes and go through the formalities. The point is to have each city hold a grand celebration, creating a lively atmosphere so that everyone has to wait for us, which will demonstrate our prestige."

"And if any idiots try to use this to ruin our reputation, or simply to embezzle money, then it's perfect that our Minister of Justice and Grand Marshal are here. Just kill them all and display them to the public; it'll boost our prestige even further. Anyway, those guys are no match for us."

Zhuang Sen stared at Mira in disbelief. Was this still his adorable, tech-savvy, and literary girl? Where did she end up?

Mira finished the last sip of milk in her small cup, gracefully set it down, turned, and knelt down towards Zhuang Sen, her red eyes gleaming: "If you still have questions, my dear, then let's practice the most difficult part now~ Awoo~"

The small mouth swallowed the large Zhuang Sen.

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Chapter 254: Brad's Legacy

The next day, Johnson, carrying Lyme and Angel, received Bishop Came in the reception room. Bishop Came, who had previously maintained his composure, now had two obvious dark circles under his eyes, and his clothes were more messy and wrinkled. He looked like he was preoccupied and exhausted.

Seeing Zhuang Sen enter, he quickly forced a bitter smile: "Lord Zhuang Sen, Patriarch Brad... has passed away."

Zhuang Sen raised an eyebrow slightly, revealing a regretful expression: "Please accept my condolences, Bishop Cameron, I am very sorry."

"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have arranged the assassination of that princess. I should have known that the Titan King wouldn't let the blood of the red dragon run rampant. I was so stupid, so stupid..."

After wallowing in self-pity for a while, Ka. Xianglin May suddenly recovered and spoke urgently to the politely silent Zhuang Sen: "I'm sorry, Lord Zhuang Sen, I'm sorry to have made you laugh. I've come here today to tell you something important. Patriarch Brad hopes that you can take over his position and continue to lead us!"

Zhuang Sen, who was touching An Jie's thigh, tilted his head back slightly, genuinely surprised: "Ah, me?"

If Zhuang Sen hadn't been able to recall only ever meeting Brad once, he would have wondered if he and Brad had some kind of life-or-death bond. Could a power like the Bloodline Cult, capable of mass-producing level-three bloodline individuals—even inferior ones—be so easily handed over to an outsider like him?

Bishop Cameron nodded: "Patriarch Brad's orders are very clear. He requires us to pledge allegiance to you, of course, provided that you are willing."

These words stung Bishop Cameron deeply. Although their Bloodline Order had always operated in the shadows, their formidable strength meant they were equals, even slightly superior, to Grand Duke Starr. Now, however, they were being led by a count—the disparity was immense. Fortunately, it was Johnson. Regardless of rank or territory, Johnson's demonstrated strength, foundation, and technical abilities far surpassed Grand Duke Starr's. Moreover, he was about to marry Princess Celine and be promoted to prince.

Thinking about it this way, Bishop Cameron no longer felt sad. Instead, he looked at Zhuang Sen expectantly, but Zhuang Sen did not reply for a long time.

Because Zhuang Sen genuinely didn't want to take over the Bloodline Cult. It was like going to the toilet; going once or twice a day, even four or five times, was fine, but staying in there all day would be too smelly. You'd end up smelling like shit even if you weren't actually in it. Besides, the Bloodline Cult couldn't even be considered a toilet; it was a complete cesspool, devoid of any human beings. Even Bishop Came, who acted so respectable, only put on that act in front of Zhuang Sen.

Zhuang Sen would prefer to let Serafina take over the entire map, but he was also quite tempted by the butterfly stroke technique developed by the Red Stone King. Moreover, Brad had previously told him that the Bloodline Order wasn't limited to his branch; he was only responsible for the Fallen Star Kingdom. Other countries also had Bloodline Orders or even other monster organizations. If he took over the Bloodline Order, he could contact these monsters and perhaps even get some more special benefits...

Hey, can't I get free fertilizer without going into the latrine...? Oh, that seems possible. I can just continue with the previous plan. I didn't expect to be able to retrieve it at this time; I really have to thank Brad.

Bishop Cameron was very flustered by Zhuang Sen's silence. His initial composure and even superiority gradually crumbled, and he asked nervously, "Lord Zhuang Sen... Patriarch Zhuang Sen, what are your next orders?"

“Don’t call me that, Bishop Cameron.” Johnson waved his hand and calmly began to dig a hole. “To be honest, I’m afraid I can’t accept Patriarch Brad’s kindness and high regard, because I don’t want to be enemies with the Titan King. Even Patriarch Brad is no match for His Majesty, let alone me. However, considering our previous pleasant cooperation, I can continue to provide you with a certain degree of protection, but on the condition that you keep a low profile and stop those radical studies.”

Bishop Cameron's face was deathly pale, his voice almost pleading: "Lord Johnson, please reconsider. Lord Brad's success was just due to luck..."

Zhuang Sen shook his head: "You've already been exposed to the Titan King, Bishop Came, not to mention that the eldest princess has been watching you for a long time. If you continue with your old ways of doing things, you'll be coming after you again sooner or later. Do you think the Titan King will just ignore this? Protecting you is my last act of mercy. If you don't want to accept it, you can leave—but if anyone causes trouble in my territory, Bishop Came, don't blame me for not warning you beforehand."

Bishop Cameron felt a tightness in his throat, as if something was choking him, but he couldn't find any words to refute it. He was just very unwilling. How could their Bloodline Order have fallen to this state?

Zhuang Sen tapped the table with his finger and casually probed, "Bishop Cameron, I really don't understand why you have that expression. If you really have to find an outsider to lead you, why don't you go to Grand Duke Starr? He's your biggest partner, isn't he? Besides, I remember Patriarch Brad said that you're just a branch. Won't headquarters send someone over?"

Bishop Cameron gave a wry smile: "I won't hide it from you, Lord Johnson. Grand Duke Starr is indeed trying to win us over, but his cooperation with us is for the purpose of rebellion. With the defeat and death of the Papal Statesman in the capital of Brad, we don't want to continue. Moreover, Grand Duke Starr's wisdom is no match for yours. He only makes a bunch of unreasonable demands, completely ignoring the issues of technology and cost."

It's clear that Bishop Cameron harbors a deep resentment towards the Grand Duke of Starr; perhaps this is the inevitable conflict between a professional and an incompetent superior.

"And where is the headquarters of your Bloodline Cult?"

Bishop Cameron lamented, “The Order has no headquarters, and each branch manages its own area independently. Even the organizational structure is different. At most, there is some technical cooperation. It’s fine if they don’t come over, but if they do, we will probably not be taken over again, but completely swallowed up and become their subordinates.”

Therefore, besides Johnsen, Bishop Cameron and his ilk only had two choices: either the reckless and ignorant Grand Duke Starr, who was rushing headlong into a dead end, or their own well-established group that only intended to exploit and replenish their ranks. In comparison, Johnsen, who was knowledgeable, intelligent, and had the late emperor's will, was an exceptionally good choice.

Unfortunately, it was precisely because Zhuang Sen was knowledgeable and intelligent that he wouldn't board their dreary, manure-filled ship.

Yes, Bishop Cameron himself knew that their situation was very bad.

Zhuang Sen gleaned some interesting information: the branches of the Source Blood Cult were completely independent of each other… no, it should be that only the ancient monsters communicated with each other; the rest were just consumables and cannon fodder, with no need for communication. However, this made it even less necessary to maintain the Source Blood Cult. As for their technology, stupid! Killing them would just make it all mine!

Zhuang Sen smiled and said, "There's really no other way. Considering our pleasant cooperation, Bishop Cameron, the conditions I just gave you remain in effect. As long as you don't make a move within my territory, I can protect you..."

Slaughtering pigs for Chinese New Year!

Chapter 255: A Coincidence with an Extremely High Probability

After seeing off the regretful yet grateful Bishop Cameron, Zhuang Sen picked up the restless Ange and placed her on the table. He lifted her short skirt, and Ange's even more outrageous little lime wriggled and soft, her rubbery body transformed into a thin sheath that tightly wrapped around Zhuang Sen's large penis. Two large rubbery hands even extended from the front, helping Zhuang Sen to pry open Ange's pert buttocks and expose her pink petals.

"Oh dear~" Ange playfully wiggled her bottom, more teasing than trying to avoid him, "Aren't we supposed to be looking for the First Princess now? This way we still have time—oh~"

The cool yet fiery giant pierced through the petals, and Da Zhuangsen simultaneously experienced the coolness of the slime and the heat of the hobbit's nest, becoming even more excited as he attacked the depths of the nest to satisfy the pent-up desires of the adorable little Ange.

"Sister Serafina is busy assigning earth-attribute bloodline death row inmates to us right now. Besides, since you know you have other things to do, don't be so insistent~"

"You're too big~ Hmm~ And besides, it's not like you've been away from home for so long~ Ha~ Deeper~"

Ange turned to look at Zhuang Sen, her azure eyes glistening with tears and filled with resentment. Although monster girls, once they've chosen a partner, will only be in heat with that partner, and will "lack those worldly desires" when their partner isn't around, it doesn't mean they won't miss their partner or feel lonely.

"Okay, next time I'll take everyone out!"

Zhuang Sen thrust forward heavily, causing Habi's bouncy, perky buttocks to tremble like jelly.

Ange rolled her eyes charmingly: "Hmph, that's easy for you. Without us watching over it, the territory... ha... would have been long gone... ah... slower—wooo~"

Her petite and lovely body convulsed amidst adorable whimpers, wetting the tabletop. The filthy white polluted the sacred white, then surged deep into the petals, scalding hot.

Zhuang Sen picked up his limp, smelly little sister and gently kissed her head: "The territory is not as important as you. And as long as we are here, how can the territory grow legs and run away?"

"Idiot...don't say that now—um~"

The plaintive whimpering didn't penetrate the well-insulated reception room, but the Red Dragon's keen hearing caught the delicate, pitiful voice. Serafina's icy face quickly flushed red, and she raised her hand to knock on the door, unsure whether to continue knocking or leave first.

She was only there to hand over the death row inmates to Zhuang Sen and discuss the arrangements for Zhuang Sen and Celine's wedding. Why, why did she stumble upon this scene?! The cold-faced princess hadn't received any training in this area; she spent more time reading political books than erotic novels!

Come to think of it, Zhuang Sen should be strong enough to sense her arrival, right? Or was he doing this on purpose? What... what does he mean by this...?

squeak~

Lost in her strange dilemma, the eldest princess didn't notice that the door in front of her had opened inward, and Zhuang Sen, dressed neatly and clean, stood in the doorway, holding the equally clean An Jie.

Zhuang Sen's expression was strange, and his tone was slightly confused: "Sister Serafina?"

"!"

The sudden sound jolted Serafina back to reality, her thoughts drifting further and further away. Though she didn't utter a sound, her fleeting expression betrayed her fright and her earlier absent-mindedness at Zhuang Sen's door. Ange, her face flushed, buried herself in Zhuang Sen's arms, her small hands instinctively reaching for the soft flesh of his waist, giving it a gentle twist—but it wouldn't budge.

With the added buffs from [Unranked Angel] and [Secretary Angel], Zhuang Sen could now take ordinary swords without any problem even with his bare bottom exposed. Besides, Little Ange's gentle, almost coquettish, kneading touch didn't even allow her to unleash the full power of Shadow Happy.

However, Zhuang Sen still gave her face by pretending to cry out in pain, covering An Jie's blushing face, and turning to the side to let her pass...

“Hey, Serafina, let’s go for a walk.”

The red dragon's sense of smell was just as sharp. Serafina naturally caught the strong scent in the reception room, so she tried to keep a straight face and nodded: "Okay, I'm here to talk to you about the death row inmates. There are fifteen people in the vicinity who meet the criteria, including twelve with first-level bloodlines and three with second-level bloodlines, all of whom are earth-attribute. As for the demi-human race you mentioned, I'm sorry, we haven't found any."

Getting down to business, Serafina gradually returned to normal; at least the blush on her fair face was gone, and she regained the composure befitting an older sister: "Also, have you decided on a date for your wedding with Celine?"

Zhuang Sen held Ange in one arm and pulled Lyme, who was trying to slide down, out of his chest with the other. His movements were natural and smooth. Serafina, who was standing next to him, was a little stunned. She seemed to want to say something but didn't know how to say it. In short, she couldn't get a word out.

"It's decided, let's do it on Freshman Day."

Although Mira's plan sounds a bit complicated, it's actually quite feasible upon closer examination, mainly because it addresses everyone's needs, leaving no reason for them not to do it. However, before that, they need to find a way to evolve Mira's bloodline. Zhuang Sen has already identified the [Sunwalker] bloodline among the level four vampires, which grants vampires immunity to sunlight damage.

Serafina watched as Zhuang Sen pulled Lyme from his arms. The soft, cuddly little cutie wasn't angry with Zhuang Sen at all; she was happily waving her boomerang, her body twisting and turning as if boneless, making it hard not to notice her peculiar antics. How on earth did this child manage to snuggle into Zhuang Sen's arms without being noticed?

“True Bloodline Form.” Seeing Serafina’s confusion, Zhuang Sen explained without any embarrassment, “This child is currently in her True Bloodline Form state, which is why I had to pull her out quickly.”

"is it?"

Serafina was skeptical, but she wasn't a very curious person, so since her brother said so, she decided to take it as true.

Zhuang Sen rubbed Lem's head and continued with the important matter: "By the way, the Bloodline Cult came to see me earlier... So, if I have some free time, I think I should just take care of the rest and stop them from continuing their disgusting research."

Serafina nodded: "No problem, just like before, you just need to tell me the location."

Zhuang Sen nodded and stopped walking. "Sister Serafina, let's stop here for today. I won't take up any more of your time."

Serafina hesitated for a rare moment before speaking, "Zhuang Sen, has this child already awakened three times?"

Lem looked up in confusion, then happily rubbed against Zhuang Sen's large hand. Zhuang Sen rubbed Lem's head: "Well, you should ask Celine. It's best to let her tell you. I'll tell her about it too."

Serafina nodded: "I understand. Well, I'll get back to work now."

"Thank you for your hard work, Serafina."

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Chapter 256: A Letter from the King of Vampires

Zhuang Sen received a letter, delivered quite normally by a local messenger to the gates of Radiant Manor, and then handed to him by a maid. It was a very elegant and tasteful letter. The envelope was made of expensive red paper with gold lettering, embroidered with blooming roses, and the sealing wax was stamped with a crest that Zhuang Sen did not recognize; it looked somewhat like a bat, or perhaps a flying squirrel.

Upon opening it, a piece of white floral paper with a strong fragrance slid out, along with a few still-fresh rose petals. It looked quite ambiguous, like yet another love letter—that's right, Zhuang Sen had been receiving all sorts of love letters ever since he became a count, and the senders ranged from little girls as young as eleven or twelve to noblewomen in their mid-thirties, and even handsome young boys and older men. However, they weren't trying to cause trouble for Zhuang Sen; instead, they were enthusiastically inviting him to date their mothers and sisters.

All I can say is that every time Zhuang Sen sees this stuff, he feels he's still too naive; at least he only dates women he likes.

"My Zhuang Sen's charm is truly irresistible, but going over to visit him is also an option~"

Lady Lia teased Shuangsen, picking up a candied date with her delicate hand and offering it to Zhuang Sen's lips. Zhuang Sen opened his mouth, swallowed it, and chewed while complaining, "Forget it, I'm afraid I'll get sick from this kind of thing, and I'm already too busy taking care of you two."

"They're not all socialites. Which noble lady doesn't like the sixteen-year-old Prince these days? Besides, Mira said that she's just missing two younger sisters to complete the city tour of the entire territory."

Mrs. Leah continued to tease him, saying she really didn't mind letting Johnson find more. She felt that Johnson should enjoy all the good things, whether it was food, clothes or women.

Pure double standards and excessive pampering.

However, it garnered a lot of support, and Mira, who was fiddling with some strange instruments on the side, nodded in agreement: "Even in the Kingdom of Thousand Towers, there are enough beautiful virgins to fill the entire Tower of Knowledge if they wanted to climb into your bed, Zhuang Sen... Speaking of which, I have quite a few apprentices in my tower, are you interested?"

Zhuang Sen picked up a slice of watermelon that Hana had forced to grow and threw it at Mira: "Have a bite of watermelon, stop fooling around."

Mira took a bite of the watermelon and deliberately put on a thoughtful expression: "I see. So, just as watermelon cannot replace blood, those apprentices cannot replace me, who is the same type as them?"

"Yes, yes, it really is. When we go to the Kingdom of Thousand Towers, I want to see if you really have any apprentices like you in your tower."

Zhuang Sen said helplessly that the monster girls left behind at home were very resentful that he had run away for a month before returning home, especially Miss Mira, who had been deliberately teasing him. He didn't know whether to call it being coquettish or sarcastic, although a little teasing would make him feel better.

But let's read the letter first, otherwise a fight won't be resolved in just one or two times.