Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 145

In front of true art, the performances of other dance troupes were completely overshadowed, even appearing childish and ridiculous!

This was the battle song and dance that truly represented the undead!

The Count suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and mused:

“This excellent creation, the inspiration came from—”

Daisy directly pushed Shen Ye.

She didn’t answer this question herself, but gave it to Shen Ye!

—Because she was truly convinced!

Shen Ye was also prepared and was about to babble, but a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed his mind.

No.

Why should he tell the Count a story?

He could clearly use this opportunity to do something!

“Count, our inspiration comes from large-scale summoning rituals,” Shen Ye said.

“Rituals?” The Count was a little curious.

“Yes, an ancient ritual––” Shen Ye continued, recalling Big Skeleton’s explanation at the time: “To boost morale before the war, and then the army sets off to flatten the entire world.”

The Count thought about it carefully and nodded slightly.

This creative inspiration represented loyalty to the undead race and the ambition and desire of being undead.

“Very good idea, very good work,” the Count applauded softly, then changed the subject: “But it’s quite difficult for our undead race to flatten the entire world, hahaha.”

He laughed heartily, as if in a good mood.

“Thank you for your praise.” Daisy, with Shen Ye and Lily, bowed to the Count again.

The Count waved his hand.

The blank pháp giới disappeared.

They returned to the study in the Shadow Manor.

The Count walked behind his desk, took a book from the shelf, and opened it:

“This morning, the human race has signed a peace treaty with us.”

“I will lead an undead delegation to visit the human race to wish the King of the Holy Violet Empire a happy birthday and present gifts and an opera performance.”

—The Count had made his choice.

He was preparing to choose the Night Rose Dance Troupe to accompany him to the Holy Violet Empire.

Madam Daisy and Lily were beaming with joy.

Shen Ye, however, was lost in thought.

The threat of the orcs was imminent.

The situation in this world was becoming increasingly dangerous!

The undead sending a powerful Count to the capital of the human empire to celebrate a birthday at this time—

It was actually to discuss countermeasures with humans and elves.

After all, even Prince Norton had a court mage from the elven race by his side.

As long as the undead Count went to the imperial capital of the human race, he would definitely be able to meet with the high-ranking officials of the human and elven races.

That was probably it.

But it couldn’t be said openly, so as not to provoke the orcs, or if the three races’ discussions failed, it would shake morale.

The Count recited a spell, plunged his hand into the book, and retrieved a few items.

“Daisy, I’m giving you this string of ghostly jewels. It symbolizes my friendship with the Night Rose Dance Troupe and will make you even more dazzling and captivating in your performances.”

“Thank you, Count.” Daisy bowed slightly and accepted the crystal-clear jewel necklace with both hands.

“Lily, your performance was stunning. I’m giving you this ‘Dancer’s Mask,’ which will make you even more realistic in your various roles.”

“Thank you, Count.” Lily also accepted a pale, flawless mask.

“Baxter, your creative talent is extremely high. Given time, you are sure to become a renowned diva—but I heard you were blown to pieces on the battlefield, which won’t do. I’ll give you an emblem.”

“Thank you, Count.” Shen Ye accepted a blood-colored emblem with both hands.

The Count casually waved his hand.

Two servants immediately walked out of the void beside him.

“Miss Lily, please follow me. I’ll take you to the banquet hall to rest,” one servant said.

Lily then followed the servant out of the study.

“Mr. Baxter, this way please. I’ll take you to complete the protection measures,” the other servant said.

Madam Daisy remained, seemingly having something else to discuss with the Count.

Shen Ye followed the servant through the corridor and down the stairs.

Soon they were far from the ground.

The stairs continued downwards.

Shen Ye felt inexplicably guilty, but quickly suppressed his emotions.

Panicked for what?

Even if Kevin reported him, he still had a door on him and could leave at any time.

Calm down.

He followed the servant for another seven or eight minutes. Around them, there was nothing but the downward-extending staircase and the blazing torches stuck in the walls.

At this point, a protruding lookout appeared ahead.

Beyond the lookout, there was only a dark abyss.

From time to time, various painful groans and soft cries could be heard, ceaselessly.

—God knows what’s being held here!

Only when Shen Ye stood on the platform did the servant slowly speak:

“Mr. Baxter, please sign this transfer contract.”

A contract lay on the table in front of Shen Ye.

This contract was somewhat special.

Six streams of fresh blood, like liquid, converged at the center of the contract, then passed through the entire contract, flowed down the table, and continued into the dark abyss below the platform.

This contract seemed to be a living entity, connected to this place by blood flow, never to be separated.

“Let me explain in advance.”

“This contract is the soldier summoning array of the ‘Shadow Manor’. Only with the Count’s emblem can you sign it and use its summoning power.”

“Mr. Baxter, after the contract is completed, you can activate the summoning mark on the emblem to summon a guard from the Shadow Manor to protect your safety!”

“You can use it once a day!”

Shen Ye was slightly startled.

At this moment, lines of sparkling text also appeared in the void, corroborating the other party’s words:

“A guardian contract is being signed.”

“Using the Count’s emblem can complete the signing, thus gaining the protective power of the Shadow Manor.”

What was he waiting for?

—He might not need the Count’s guards, but he needed the Count’s approval!

That way, many things would be more convenient to do.

Shen Ye pressed the emblem onto the contract.

The surrounding blood flowed up, encircling Shen Ye, as if identifying him, remembering him.

The contract was being signed!

On the other side.

The study.

Madam Daisy had already left.

The Count sat alone on the sofa, swirling a glass of red wine, still savoring the feeling of commanding millions of undead in battle.

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone knocked on the door.

“Kevin, leader of the Evernight City thieves, has something to report.”

“Let him in.”

The door opened.

The short zombie walked into the room, knelt on one knee, and said with his head lowered:

“Your subordinate has something to report.”

“Speak.”

“Your subordinate was tracking Baxter of the Night Rose Dance Troupe and found him purchasing contraband materials.”

“What materials did he buy?”

“Materials for a large-scale summoning ritual—this is strictly forbidden.”

The Count’s brows relaxed slightly.

He thought it was something serious.

Large-scale summoning ritual…

He remembered, Baxter mentioned that the inspiration for that work came from a large-scale summoning ritual.

What a wonderful work.

Come to think of it, he had also hesitated whether to list materials for large-scale summoning rituals as contraband.

Actually—

At this time, when the orcs were constantly rising, when the front lines were defeated, when the morale of the undead race was low—

Such activities were needed to boost morale.

At least he was encouraged.

Besides, this kind of ritual had nothing to do with that matter.

He was being overly cautious.

“Pass on my orders.”

The Count spoke.

Behind him, the void shifted, and two aides emerged.

“From now on, do not forbid large-scale rituals. We need them now,” the Count said.

“Yes!” The aide responded and left in a hurry to carry out the task.

Only then did the Count remember there was someone still in front of him.

“Kevin,” the Count said, crossing his legs and taking a sip of red wine, “have you ever taken money from Baxter?”

“Yes, your subordinate has,” Kevin dared not conceal.

“Oh? When was that?”

“One time was when searching his residence, and another time was when he bought materials—Count, he gave them willingly.”

The Count listened quietly, a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

Given willingly?

Did he, the dog owner, not know what kind of character these hyenas were?

“Alright, this diva will have a great future, so don’t keep staring at him, understand?”

The Count said.

Kevin’s mouth trembled, but in the end, he didn’t dare to bring up the matter of his subordinates’ disappearance.

—Baxter was currently a favorite in front of the Count.

The Count had already made a judgment on the entire matter. If he didn’t have strong evidence, it was best not to provoke him.

Otherwise…

What if the disappearance of the two subordinates really had nothing to do with Baxter?

The Count could kill people.

—He didn’t need to risk his life to confront a diva.

“Yes.”

Kevin bowed his head deeply and responded in a sincere tone.

“Alright, get back to work. By the end of the year, I want to see ten million bone coins in your account. If you can’t do it, you’ll go to the canal as a laborer. Understand?”

“Understood, your subordinate takes his leave.”

Kevin stood up, bowed his back, and slowly left the study.

The Count, however, fell into thought.

He had always been generous to those who could please him.

Otherwise—

Who would willingly work for him?

That diva had extraordinary talent, and perhaps one day he would need her help to comprehend skills.

And hyenas were just hyenas, easily replaced by new ones at any time.

So…

The Count waved his hand behind him.

“Go, raise Baxter’s guard level, at least… so that he can be happy…”

“Your subordinate understands.”