Have you had enough, Miss Vampire? It's time to get down to business.

Silver hair, red eyes, and an impressively beautiful face... "Mrs. Sylvie"?

"Oh? A powerful protective spell, it can actually block my attack?" Isabella's tone was icy, her eyes clearly filled with murderous intent. "Well, that's good. If you died instantly, it wouldn't be enough for me to vent my anger... I wonder how long this protective spell of yours can last?"

Zheng!

Another fierce attack!

The Duke of Campbury didn't even see what his opponent did, he just saw a flash of red light before his eyes!

At this moment, he could clearly feel the terrifying spiritual power and oppressive aura emanating from the girl in front of him... As expected, this "Mrs. Sylvie" is definitely not an ordinary person. If we really fight, I will definitely not be her opponent!

Fortunately, I don't need to confront her head-on.

The Duke of Campbury was thinking in his mind what kind of "misfortune" he could use to trip up the girl and give himself a chance to escape... Soon, he had a plan in his mind, so he quickly put the tip of the pen down on the paper and began to write quickly.

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"Throw away the pen!"

The Duke of Campbury was stunned for a moment and involuntarily raised the hand holding the pen.

Just as he was about to throw the pen away as ordered, he suddenly came to his senses and realized that he was under the influence of the second-level holy light magic "Powerful Words"!

That’s right, it was Lor who took action.

Although the protective spell on the Duke of Campbell can withstand all physical and magical attacks, it cannot defend against sound!

However, he is a fourth-level extraordinary person after all, and has a certain degree of mental resistance. He can completely resist the effect of the "Powerful Words Technique" with his own willpower... He gritted his teeth and forcibly retracted his right hand holding the pen!

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Because the "writing" process has been interrupted, and only half a sentence is written on the paper:

"The silver-haired girl who was attacking me accidentally—"

When using the "Notes of Disaster", the writer needs to strictly follow a series of rules in order for the prophecy to take effect... and this sentence without a beginning or an end obviously does not fully comply with the rules.

The result is backlash!

“Ugh… Ugh…Ugh!”

The Duke of Campbury's veins bulged all over his body, his eyeballs bulged out, the spiritual power in his body was in chaos, and he let out a painful wail from his throat!

At the same time, with a sharp collision, Isabella also broke his high-level protective spell. After several attempts, she, who was proficient in magic, had already discovered the weak point.

"Ka..." The Duke of Campbury's wailing stopped abruptly.

Because his throat was firmly grasped by the silver-haired girl's slender hands.

…click.

With a crisp sound, the Duke of Campbury's head tilted to a strange angle.

His suffering and his ambition also ended.

57. Save him?

"This... is too cold."

Lor rubbed his elbows and walked towards Isabella, his back teeth chattering.

Even though he had cast a spell to resist the cold on himself, he still couldn't bear it.

"Lor! Didn't we agree to let me deal with this guy? Why are you suddenly interfering?" The eldest lady put her hands on her hips, glanced at the Duke of Campbury who was already lying on the ground, and then complained to Lor, "It's rare that I want to avenge you personally, but you don't appreciate it!"

"I'm just worried that something bad might happen to the young lady."

Lor raised his hands slightly in surrender. "The notebook in the Duke of Canbury's hand seems to have some strange predictive properties. We have to be careful... Besides, won't he still be the one who ends up on you in the end?"

"Well, okay, you have a point."

Isabella curled her lips slightly, and then moved closer to Lor.

With lightning speed, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of his coat, and her two cold little hands, like snakes, slipped into Lor's clothes and pressed tightly against his warm chest.

"Hiss—" Lor shuddered all over, "Your hand is like an ice lump..."

"Stop nagging me, I'm cold too!" Isabella blushed slightly as she ruthlessly drained heat from Lor's body. "As my mistress, it's your duty to warm my hands!"

Humph, not only does he warm my hands, but he also has to help warm my bed at night.

Tonight, I can't let Lor go no matter what! I have to suck it up as hard as I can!

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt itchy.

No, no, I almost showed my teeth again...

"Miss, how about I use a magic spell to resist the cold for you?" Lor asked tentatively, and then he saw Isabella glaring at him with a slightly resentful look, as if blaming him for being unromantic.

Fine.

Since the young lady wants to play this way, I have no choice but to play along.

Lor thought with a wry smile.

...In short, the battle is over.

After Meimei had used her ultimate skill to great effect, all the excess spiritual energy in her body had been completely released. Now the little guy had transformed back into human form and yawned tiredly.

By the way, she doesn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all.

Then, the next step is to clean up the mess, loot the spoils, and then slip away before the colleagues from the diocesan headquarters arrive...

Lor was thinking silently in his mind.

At this moment, only a burst of weak voices were heard from a distance.

"Mr. Lor... Miss Isabella... I've been waiting so long for you to finally come... Um, please save me... No, please save your loyal servant!"

It’s the Black Dragon Roland.

Half of its body was frozen and it still couldn't move.

"Oh, right, there's this guy too... I almost forgot." Lor dragged Isabella, who was clinging to him, closer and said with a smile, "Didn't you say 'endured humiliation, lay dormant for ten years, and finally waited for the day of recovery'? So you still need our help?"

"Yes, I heard it too!" Isabella also teased, "Our live-in servant has become very capable now! Tell me the truth, were you trying to escape just now?"

"How dare I?"

Roland said with a guilty conscience, if it weren't for the low temperature and the fact that it was now an undead creature, sweat would have already started on its forehead.

"Oh, really? You don't have any intention of running away?" Isabella narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Well, I'm a little obsessed... After suddenly gaining such great power, it's inevitable that I'll lose myself..."

"Hmph, alright, since you're honest, I'll help you!" Isabella nodded. "But the ice on you is really solid. I'll have to use some rough tactics to get you out... I can't guarantee that your 'new body' will remain intact, okay?"

"This..." Roland looked a little embarrassed. "It's rare to get such a good body. If possible, I still want to keep it intact..."

At this moment, Lor interrupted:

"This body of yours was created through necromancy, so it wasn't meant to last forever. I'm sure it will completely dissolve into thin air in a few days."

"Huh?" Roland was a little confused.

I originally thought that I had gotten a huge advantage by inexplicably obtaining the dragon's body.

In the end, all this was just a fleeting dream.

"Oh, I see!" Isabella suddenly pounded her hands. "This guy's original doll body is embedded in this dragon! As long as we dig it out, it can be restored to its original state!"

"Then I'll leave it to you..." Roland looked disappointed.

Fortunately, it is now an undead creature.

Even if you are cut into pieces, you won't feel any pain during the process.

As for the heartache, that's another matter.

……

After some effort, the doll Roland was made.

So next... it's time to have fun looting!

Lor made a rough calculation and found that there were probably six or seven mid-level transcendents who died here today, including the Duke of Campbury and Lady Windsor... After their death, they would all leave behind valuable condensed transcendental powers.

However, these things may be dangerous and must be handled with care.

In addition, out of caution, Lor did not touch the Duke of Campbury's strange black notebook... At least it would be better not to pick it up easily before figuring out the details of that thing.

What if, when you touch that thing, a strange god of death who likes to eat apples will appear before you?

Lor thought half-jokingly, thinking of the anime he had watched in his previous life.

"It seems best to ask the Duke of Cambury himself."

As he spoke, he began to mobilize his spiritual power and cast divine spells on the Duke's corpse.

...Talking to the Dead!

After a while, a translucent figure gradually emerged. It looked exactly like the Duke of Campbury when he was alive, except that his eyes and expression were a little confused.

"Tell me about the extraordinary items you have on you." Lor ordered.

"Yes." The Duke of Camberley nodded in his soul form. "The Notes of Disaster, a relic of the source of a high-level 'evil omen'... The negative prophecies written on it will become reality, but certain rules and conditions must be followed..."

Lor listened silently and memorized what he said carefully.

In general, the effect of this extraordinary item is not much different from what he had previously guessed... It cannot kill people directly, but as long as it is used skillfully, it can be of great use at critical moments.

Moreover, this is a powerful weapon that can directly interfere with the law of causality!

It's a rare opportunity!

After listening to all the rules and memorizing them, Lor bent down with confidence to pick up the "Notes of Disaster" and put it in his arms.

However, the Duke of Campbell in his soul form had not yet stopped his introduction.

In other words, in addition to the "Notes of Disaster", he also carries other extraordinary items!

"An alien space storage bag, a mid-level 'mystical' root extraordinary item... It looks like an ordinary leather purse, but inside it is connected to a special space, the size of a room. To use it..."

Huh? There's something like this?

Hearing this, Lor couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Speaking of which, the Mystic Association does have the means to manipulate space... I've seen it several times before when I went to the association to find the second-level mystic Vann.

"I was just worried about how difficult it would be to move all those gold coins, gems and other things in the treasury. Now the problem is solved." Lor nodded with satisfaction.

Since the Duke of Campbell and his men are also coming for the things in the treasury, it makes sense for them to prepare such extraordinary props in advance.

58. Great Harvest

Lor fumbled around on the Duke of Campbury's body for a while and soon found the "alternative space storage bag".

It feels very light, almost weightless.

"Yes, this thing is very useful... Those things of mine that are inconvenient for others to see, such as the silver coins of the Dark Moon Society and expensive talismans that I shouldn't have at my current level, can all be stored here in the future."

Thinking of this, Lor slowly untied the rope that bound the bag and tried to put his right hand into it.

Several things instantly emerged in his mind, including a few talismans, emergency water and food, a checkbook from a bank, and three hundred gold coins in cash... These were the current contents of his pocket.

With just a thought, your fingers will immediately touch the corresponding object.

Lor first took out the talismans and checked them one by one.

They were all very practical spells, ranging from offensive, defensive, and reconnaissance spells, but they were all mid-level. It seemed the Duke had only prepared one high-level spell, but it had unfortunately been used in the previous battle.

As for the checkbook, it meant nothing to Lore.

The Duke of Campbell's assets must be enormous, but if he wants to withdraw money by check, he must have his own signature or seal; and after this incident, the Duke's assets will most likely be frozen. If he rashly withdraws money, he may be targeted by the "Fighter Alliance" or the "Church of Holy Light".

"And then, it was..."

The condensation of extraordinary power left behind by the Duke of Cambury after his death.

Lor narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around. He could feel the presence of some faint supernatural power, but he could not see anything unusual... Could it be that the supernatural power condensed by the Duke was invisible?

Thinking of this, Lor decided to take a slightly riskier approach and simply grope around the corpse with his fingers.

The Duke of Camberley was a fourth-rank transcendent during his lifetime. If I remember correctly, he was the source of the "Blade" just like his nephew Trevant... This is not the source of the disaster, and the condensed matter left behind after his death should not be too weird.