When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist

Chapter 1348: Chapter 1266: Nothing Happened

The summer has arrived, and the August sunshine is so hot it makes people’s heads spin.

Most vampires, if not hiding in the cool castles and manors, are nestled in cities indulging in blood-stained human ribs or hosting balls.

After a year of war, can’t they finally enjoy some pleasures?

Besides, isn’t the hard-fought war for the sake of enjoyment?

Falan’s wine, the Holy Alliance’s spices, Xilan’s human ribs, and those spider silk clothes and silks.

A vast amount of gold pounds continuously flow back into the hands of Falan and the Holy Alliance from the reckless vampires.

Serafe is aware of this, but she chooses to turn a blind eye.

Unlike countries such as the Holy Alliance or Falan, the nation-building of the vampires is incredibly weak.

For most vampires, especially the noble vampires, clan and self far outweigh nationality.

This leads to Serafe having to use more benefits to entice them.

Even if their actions harm the march forward, she cannot control them, or who would follow her?

If she could regain her former body, that perfect fruit fallen from the Holy Tree, she would naturally be able to perfectly control most high-level vampires.

But in this current body, she can only command a small portion of vampires.

Namely, those crucial few, making them truly loyal and adored.

As for the rest, Serafe can only control them through worldly means.

Similarly, since the benefits are claimed by the noble vampires of large clans, the ordinary vampires live poorly.

In a village of the white sand land, the entire village sits on the plains and low forests.

The vampire Kasgar, along with a few human nobles, sits in a tent, their faces as pale as sea salt.

As a titleless vampire of a small clan, he is unable to get a ticket to the balls.

Thus, he has no choice but to come here in the fiercest heat of the day to oversee the Servant Army’s suppression of the uprising.

Guzzling glass after glass of icy blood liquor, he occasionally looks up at the black cloth overhead.

Even with the thick black cloth, sunlight and heat still penetrate the top of the tent.

Falling on his skin, you can see patches of dead skin curling and rising, forcing him to soak in ice water every evening to relieve it.

As semi-undead creatures, vampires don’t sweat, so one can imagine their torment in the heat wave.

Why does the Royal Court’s control over the Western Continent weaken the further south it goes?

Isn’t it because vampires can’t withstand the heat?

"Damn Count, damn Governor," Kasgar curses, feeling as if his insides are being cooked on a pan.

It’s been nearly a month since he came here.

The Count from the LeMor family has also stayed in the cool castle for a month.

His task for Kasgar is simple — he doesn’t care about anything, doesn’t ask about anything, just pacify the rebellion.

It seems he’s granted the greatest freedom of action, but Kasgar secretly spits on it.

The problem is, he doesn’t care about anything, and also provides no help.

Not only do they squander the military funds lavishly, but they also impose heavy taxes and blood levies every day.

If they could just stop behaving so atrociously, the peasant uprising here would have been pacified long ago!

Not to mention, ever since the spread of the Holy Favor Seed and the clockwork gun, many rebels are so-called Blessed.

Assassinations targeting vampires and human nobles abound, while the peasants everywhere hide these rebellious Blessed troops.

The rebels seem to have an organization called Brotherhood or Saint Father’s Association or something.

Most critically, there is a severe shortage of troops.

Due to the situation on the Shattered Stone Plain, Serafe sent the newly added forces to the Roaring Corridor.

Causing the troops originally meant to maintain order to be severely insufficient, they can only wait for the next batch of troops.

Thus, the vampires can only rely on the Servant Army to annihilate small-scale uprisings.

The battles are such a mess, not only are they unbearable to watch, but they can’t eliminate those resisting human villages.

Whenever they arrive, the resisting villages flee, or shoot at them with hidden guns for assassination.

It’s been a month, one batch gets suppressed and another batch emerges; they can’t seem to finish them off.

This week, he was summoned before that Count of the LeMor clan, reprimanded fiercely, and ordered to take care of these rebels before autumn arrives.

How is that possible?!

With the current situation, even by winter, they might not be eradicated, unless a new batch of Royal Court troops is sent next year.

Isn’t that expecting the impossible from a ghost?

Slumping in his soft seat, Kasgar only feels the future is bleak.

He looks at the human nobles who serve as leaders of the Servant Army: "What do you say?"

The nobles glance at each other, not uttering a word.

"Can you eliminate these rebels before autumn?"

"......"

"Useless, you’re all useless!" Hurling the wine glass at the nobles’ faces, Kasgar berates them recklessly.

He almost mimics the Count’s roar, even resorting to punching and kicking those nobles.

But after fighting all day, he feels as if his heart is about to burst into flames.

"Get out, all of you!" Clutching his chest, Kasga sat back in the chair.

The few human nobles exchanged glances, and obediently left without uttering a word of complaint.

Instead, Mensa Rik, the pending council member from the Xilan district who had been sipping wine with Kasga, did not leave but continued drinking.

"I told you to get out, are you deaf?"

"Sir, if you’re asking for a way to deal with those rebels, I indeed have one."

Kasga was taken aback and then scrutinized him with a doubtful drunken gaze.

With a scornful and self-deprecating laugh, he cynically asked, "Let’s hear it."

"Given the current number of rebels and the number of Xilan villages, it’s absolutely impossible for you to complete the task before autumn."

"Guards!" A vein throbbed on Kasga’s forehead.

"But—" Mensa Rik hurriedly continued, "If you’re willing to take a bit of risk, it’s possible to deal with them?"

Raising his head, Kasga looked seriously at this human for the first time.

At this moment, two guards from the Servant Army, armed with axe spears, entered, ready to step forward, but were stopped by Kasga’s furious shout: "Out!"

The two guards smoothly retreated, while Kasga stood up: "Tell me, what risk?"

"You do nothing, ask nothing, isn’t that simple."

Kasga was momentarily perplexed: "Huh?"

"You see, your requirement is to establish Xilan districts everywhere, right?" Mensa Rik guided him, "How hard can that be? Just hand over the household records, and it’s done."

"No no no no." Kasga clicked his tongue, "You don’t understand, there are unwilling villages, and there’s the rebel army too. If the governor reprimands me, what should I do?"

"How would the governor know there are rebels?"

"The Count would tell him."

"And how would the Count know there’s a rebel army?"

"I need to inform him."

"What if you don’t tell him, how would the Count know there’s a rebel army?"

Kasga was suddenly stunned.

Since vampires needed to focus most of their forces on the frontline, the rear stability forces were already few.

Most of the work relied on lower-tier small clan vampires and the Servant Army, where were there enough people for on-site investigations?

As long as the supplies were delivered, or even just the supplies on paper, everything was fine.

"Haven’t you realized?" Mensa Rik lowered his voice, "As long as you don’t report it, it’s as if nothing happened!"

"What if they wander into someone else’s jurisdiction?"

"That’s their problem, what does it have to do with you?"

Kasga was startled but then felt it inexplicably made sense, and the more he pondered, the more reasonable it seemed.

Indeed, the governor’s orders were not seriously executed by the Count.

He worked himself to death for a month and was still inferior in status to an attendant beside the Count.

If doing well is useless, and doing poorly is punished, then what’s the point?

He earns a few hundred dinars a month, why risk anything?

The only issue is if the governor comes down with any demands, what should he do?

"Provide what you can, as much as possible." Mensa Rik shrugged, "For what you can’t, just use spices and sugar to bribe the Blood Race responsible for inspections, right?"

Yes, he might not be able to solve the problems of the Xilan people, but he could solve the inspectors’ issues, couldn’t he?

Besides, humans might not want to pay grain to vampires, but they wouldn’t refuse their own kind, would they?

It’s merely passing through an extra step.

"No, it’s still not feasible." Kasga spoke with regret, "The Count and governor will definitely come for inspections. What if they happen to encounter the rebel army?"

"Ahem." Mensa Rik suddenly started coughing, looked around, and then approached, lowering himself, "This can be discussed with the rebels..."

"...I don’t understand."

"Sir, I can negotiate with the rebels." Mensa Rik bowed, "We can agree on terms, offering you a favor. When the governor arrives, they will stay quiet.

When they leave your area to attack other areas, they would notify you.

And every year, they would offer a generous tribute, what do you think?"

Kasga immediately realized it, looked at Mensa Rik with amusement: "You’ve actually negotiated already, haven’t you?"

"You cannot hide from the brilliant wisdom of the Lord Vampires." Mensa Rik gave a thumbs up.

Kasga stood up from the soft seat and paced a few laps inside the tent before returning to face Mensa Rik: "Can you provide supplies on time each month?"

"Of course."

"On the governor’s end, they’ll cross-check with the church ledger."

"They have assured us, you don’t need to do anything or inquire, what you need will naturally be delivered."

"How are they accomplishing that?" Kasga frowned.

"That’s not your concern, remember? Do nothing, ask nothing, and soon you’ll soar with promotions!"

Kasga sat back down in the soft seat and drank his wine in one gulp: "From now on, you’ll handle communications with those rebels for me."

Damn Count, it was impossible to complete anyway; you forced me into this.

"I will dedicate myself entirely for you, sir." Mensa Rik hid his smile within a bow.

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