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Big red curtains freely cascaded from a height of dozens of ters, like a river of blood waterfall spilled onto the ground.

Crimson cashre carpets covered the floor.

lulan, seated sideways on the throne, pinched a tiny sword in her hand.

This was sothing Lind gave her, a sword made from a Magic Ring Shard.

It was an exquisite sword that seed to have been shrunk down by a dozen tis, only the size of a finger, and it glimred faintly when squeezed slightly.

Beneath the long robe, her fair and delicate calves were raised, their streamlined ankles tantalizing to the eye, unshod, with her smooth and pale feet dangling in the air.

lulan gently touched the blade with her index finger.

“Hiss~” She took a sharp breath.

Her index finger was cut, a bead of fresh blood sliding out from the wound, yet the cut healed in the blink of an eye, leaving just a new cut on her fingertip.

Because of the accidental injury, the raised feet unconsciously curled.

Recently, many of her subordinates have been acting strange, sothing that lulan, the Black Law Bloodsucking Queen, had already noticed.

Those Blood Clan mbers who only liked to sleep suddenly beca anxious, very keen on their duties, the pressure coming from the Undead, who could turn their faces faster than flipping a book once they gained strength.

Not only were her Blood Clan subordinates tense, but lulan was equally eager to enhance her own strength.

The sword in her hand was one of the choices Lind gave her to increase her power.

To carry a Magic Ring Shard with the status of the Old Nobility and beco a “Ring Knight,” but once one becos a Ring Knight, they would be taken into Lind’s War Throne.

Ring Knights are the “Angels” Lind crafted for himself, and he never hid his intentions.

‘Ring Nun’ Tione, ‘Golden Queen’ Rania, and the Crimson Knights are now all part of the Ring knights.

lulan did not object to helping Lind; the inexplicable “synchronization” initially made her absolutely trust Lind, and becoming a Ring Knight would bring a new surge in power that lulan had been unable to increase for a long ti.

But Lind also gave her another choice.

To beco a deity.

The once high and mighty “Deities” had now beco commodities on shelves, divine authority could be sold privately, and lulan never imagined such a day would arrive.

And she was even free to choose, aspiring to beco any deity she wanted, all those “loyally” following Lind were candidates to be chosen.

Lind had many deities under his command, such as the current “Sword Demon,” whose divine authority had good compatibility with lulan, the more bloodthirsty the battle, the more powerful the Blood Clan beca – a perfect match.

However, the madness of combat, which would strip away reason, made lulan decline the opportunity to beco a “new deity.”

She yearned for power, but she valued herself more.

lulan very much trusted Lind’s judgnt; why he didn’t choose to beco a deity, moreover, the news of Undead crushing deities, even killing them, was trickling in; deities were no longer untouchable.

The cumberso sound of the door being pushed open struggled to keep up with the hurried footsteps.

lulan opened her hand, and the Magic Ring Fragnt Sword drilled into the back of her neck, turning into a barely perceptible luminescent glow, hidden by her long hair.

The visitor was the Crimson Lady.

Those once only suited for dirty work, the Crimson Ladies, now completely reduced to real Maids.

Many tasks given to them might as well be conveyed to the Undead by the Crimson Ladies, and the Undead themselves would handle the matters, with better outcos and no danger, and would never fail.

In the dictionary of the Undead, as long as there is no mission ti limit, failure does not exist, and any boss, once its health bar is exposed, can be certainly toppled.

The Crimson Lady bent her waist: “Your Highness, the Queen, Ed says he has brought important news and requests an audience outside the door.”

“Ed?” lulan maintained her languid posture, yet retained the air of an ascendant Queen.

Different from the majesty of a Kingdom’s King, her superior bloodline as the leader of the Blood Clan brought more psychological pressure on the Blood Clan when facing her.

“Isn’t he busy with the trade caravan?”

lulan had a simple business communication with Tao Lexi.

On one hand, “fair and just” goods could only appear in the official power shops of Rand Kingdom, including so limited-edition items that could not be bought purely with money and points, limited purchase, rare in quantity, reservations, instantly sold out, and so on.

And this is where lulan can co in – led by the Blood Clan, based on the Black Marsh Kingdom Thousand Faces City, with many other Kingdoms’ secret markets serving as retail channels, it was possible to buy goods that the Undead wanted at prices dozens of tis higher, full paynt in advance, and you could get them quickly.

It is said that the Blood Clan recently acquired a nickna, the “Scalper Clan.”

So say lulan isn’t drinking wine, but the blood and sweat squeezed from the Undead.

What she eats isn’t beef, but the flesh of the Undead.

The overall strength of the Blood Clan could not match the Rand Kingdom, lulan had no intention of surpassing Rania and others, being an official scalper was good enough.

Despite being a small faction, the Blood Clan’s inco was extrely extravagant, supporting one-tenth of Lind’s influence in the Xilu Continent.

Not just lulan, including Rania, Tao Lexi, and others also highly valued the trade caravans, they wouldn’t allow any problems to occur.

“Let Ed co in.”

The fluttery-minded Blood Clan subordinates, many of the Crimson Nobility who started running businesses, made quite a fortune with their absolute competitive advantage.

Amidst their hasty movents, the Crimson Nobility’s footsteps retained their elegance; their long robes split by the air current were like a bat’s spread wings, gliding swiftly, allowing him to slide quickly in front of lulan.