Under the scorching sun, the interior of Lemia's palace is still contrasting with the lotus.

Nephrita, the owner of Lemia, who was shrouded in black robe, stared at the Ushabit, who stood in a row in the distance like a city wall.

The messengers sent out were rushing to Kwata, Ka-Sabay, Lebalas and other places to inform the kings of participating in the coronation ceremony in Khamuri shortly after.

But Akadiza had to be dragged down by Lemia's affairs.

When they returned, Wasoren, the old vampire who had been corrupted by chaos, had nothing happened to him, and nothing happened to his magic school. Instead, there was a big problem with the city's residential area.

The slums showed several minor signs of corrosion a few days ago, and had been blocked by Wasoren and Usoran, but the corruption was still spreading inside.

Ushabit, originally used to guard Nehekara, is strictly blocking the city area to prevent even a mouse from escaping.

Some dilapidated houses between the slum and the main urban area have been violently demolished by Ushabit, revealing a passage without any cover, revealing a low, earth-rock bungalow that gathers inside.

Arcadiza, who had arrived at the entrance of the slum, climbed onto the head of the tallest Ushabit, and tried to carefully observe the interior from a height of more than ten meters.

Because the house is built too densely, even so, it is impossible to see the specific situation inside clearly. Only some areas where the appearance has changed significantly.

In a mortar building where large plants were impossible to produce, green moss covered the area, and the wailing sounds kept reaching Akadiza's ears.

The king of Kamuri turned over from Ushabit's head and stared at the black-robed figure beside him angrily.

"You are going to continue blocking it? Until everyone inside is tortured to death or starve to death?"

Despite Akadiza's tone, the broken bellows-like voice of Vosoren under the black robe was firm and authentic.

"This kind of corrosion, even a little bit of scraps, has made it difficult for me to deal with spellcasters of this level. If it is an ordinary mortal, I don't believe anyone can survive."

He pointed to the oil and other fire-induced objects that had been piled up by the slaves and said seriously.

"Usoran has prepared manpower and materials these days. When it gets dark, we can burn the entire blocked urban area without any possibility of corruption."

"You want me to burn my people to death?"

Akadiza's tone seemed to fluctuate, but who could hear the hidden anger?

Wasoren laughed dryly and said.

"In fact, it is the people of Nephreta, Your Majesty, you are the king of Kamuri, and you have not finished your coronation."

A huge force almost fell on his waist as he finished speaking, and was kicked into the room where Tumu had not yet collapsed by the newly appeared black-robed man.

"shut up."

Under the shadows, Nevreta's pale face was revealed under the black robe, and his cat-like vertical pupils were staring at her Big Vizier fiercely.

Wasoren's words were indeed correct. Lemia was her property. It is precisely because of this that Wasoren's methods made her even more unacceptable.

"What if there is another corruption in the city after burning this city? Do you want to burn the entire Lemia!?"

The Saint of Lemia roared with her fangs, which made her fair skin almost turn green, but it was not as obvious as her original brown skin turned white hundreds of years ago.

Before she could respond with the Great Vizier, another vampire smell appeared in the shadow. Before Nephreta could turn around, the vampire spoke first.

"No, cousin, you don't understand."

It was Usoran, his strong claws grabbed Nephreta's feet to prevent her from continuing to act violently.

"My blood descendants are very talented in physical manipulation and charm. I have sent three batches before, and none of them have come back!"

"Until last night! Those evil, blasphemous things appeared before my eyes! They must be burned! Even if they really burned the whole of Lemia!"

Usoran tried hard to make himself angry, but there was no trace of trust on his cousin's face.

"A vampires like you and me can even be evil and blasphemous? Don't think I don't know your little moves."

My cousin's fangs bit his neck, and blood slowly gushed out, aggravating his blood thirst, and his mouth and tongue felt dryer.

Nephreta spitted out the cold blood and gently said in his ears.

"Lemiya is my city, and as long as I'm in one day, I won't allow it to start burning!"

Arcadiza pulled Nevreta, looked at the blood on her mouth, frowned, and said to Vosoren.

"Let Ushabit come in and help us, we have to know first what the situation is inside."

Wasoren immediately shook his head and refused.

"The power of divine is not infinite. Even if I can replenish them with my soul, this precious power can only be used to deal with that Nagas."

“If my people died before the return of that usurper hundreds of years ago, it would be meaningless to resist him.”

Nevreta's vertical pupils stared at Wasoren and ordered.

"Great Vizier, I order you to drive Ushabit of Lemia to fight for Lemia."

Seeing that each person and a ghost were determined, Wasoren sneered and ordered the soldiers guarding the side to get his equipment, saying.

"Let's do it until night. Now, we can't maximize our combat power."

Wasoren pointed at the three of them. In the sunny days, even through the black robe, he could feel a burst of stinging pain.

Once the power they draw from their blood is quickly exhausted in the sun, their whole body will begin to burn. In this state, it is not easy to maintain themselves, let alone fight.

Akadiza nodded and sat down with everyone in this civilian home.

Time flies very quickly, and dusk comes to Lemia in silence. At this time, all the trade city of trade was under martial law except for the trade zone at the wharf.

There is no idle everywhere in the city of Lemia.

More city defense forces were transferred to the blockade area, city gates and city walls.

The students of Wasoren, including protons from the royal families of various countries, carried the rune disks he made in advance, scattered around them, and reinforced the surrounding blockade based on prefabricated runes.

When the night completely arrived, the undead engine and the guide stone were also sent to the blockade area with difficulty by the slaves.

The appearance of these equipment finally made the expression of Wasoren, whose face was not as beautiful as it was, softened a little.

Beside him, in the temporary tent set up by the slave, Usoran and Akadiza were leisurely discussing the next stage of national policy, which, at least for Vosoren, could definitely be called leisure.

"I hope that sucking the blood of slaves will become the norm so that it will not endanger civilians, but by doing so, we have to have enough food to feed the slaves."

"As long as there is enough food and my similar numbers rise, Lemia's combat power can reach a higher level."

Usoran suggested wiping his fangs.

Opposite him, Akadiza was watching the map with distress as he listened to his request.

There is still too little land that can be cultivated in Nehekara. It would be fine if it were other countries in the west, with the fertile soil brought by the flooding of the Nehekara people's mother river and the flood of the Daming River.

In the east, Lemia, facing the sea, there are only oasis brought by some small streams.

The wheat on these lands is not enough to supply the existing population of Lemia, and it needs commercial trade to make up for it, not to mention that blood slaves are raised for vampires on a large scale.

But Uso obviously had prepared a lot, and several pieces of papyrus were placed in front of Akadiza.

"So, this is my proposal to make profits earned by Lemiya's commercial trade, subsidize Lemiya's agriculture."

"If the agricultural subsidies are set up reasonably enough, landlords will have more motivation to reclaim desertified land into fertile land, and scholars who study water conservancy can also receive more abundant financial assistance."

As he spoke, Usoran's tone brought his usual charming tricks. In the tavern, no matter whether the other party is a man or a woman, it is always very effective.

It was as if he was tempting Akadiza to make a decision faster, and said again.

"In this way, the cultivation of fields will be greatly accelerated, and we can afford enough slaves to provide us with enough blood, and the number of high-profile midnight can be greatly increased, and the population of your people will be the same."

"Midnight is noble?"

Akadiza asked while turning on the papyrus, as if she had not heard those prophecies filled with magic.

This made Usoran feel a frustrated.

He shrugged, leaned back, and crossed his legs.

"Let the vampire, who is far more powerful than the mortals, become a military noble, assume the obligation to ensure that the waste that only holds slaves to suck blood on the bed and does nothing will have no room for existence in the future."

"In this way, Lemia's vampires can live in harmony with mortals. The only problem is the past history."

The royal blood descendant of Lemia spread his hands. Due to the rebellion of Nagash swept across the entire Nehekara, the Nehekara people had too low acceptance of the nearly necrotic spell product of vampires.

Seeing detailed proposals on the papyrus, including digging the canal between the Daming River and the rivers in Lemia, and using magic to assist water conservancy, Akadiza nodded.

"Leave those problems to me."

As he said that, he looked at his lover's cousin.

"Your talent makes you a dandy who is rich or a conspirator, too incompetent. How about you go to Kamuri and be my Great Vizier?"

Usoran frowned and hesitated to hold his chin.

The authority possessed by the king of Kamuri can gradually change the cognition of the Nehekara people. If it goes well, vampires can integrate into Nehekara in just a few decades.

As a great Vizier, especially in Kamuri's Great Vizier is also quite good, but is he really going to invest so much in the mortal world?

In front of his eyes, those eyes as dark as night were emitting light that seemed invisible to others.

"Let me see the power of the midnight nobles."

Arkadiza's voice had an unquestionable will, and Usoran replied subconsciously.

"certainly."

The king of Kumury smiled and left the tent, leaving only Uso and then patted his face regretfully.
To be continued...