Monster Lord: The Goblin Offers the Saintess to Me at the Start

The figure of the Blood Clan frowned tightly.

He suspected that Sivis had guessed that there was something related to the Blood Clan hidden in the storage room.

After all...

Those two idiots, Conning and Flora, had shown their cards too obviously.

The Blood Clan figure lowered his head and thought for a long time. A glint of cruelty flashed in his eyes...

The figure thought for a long while and then made up his mind.

Suddenly, he took out a dagger and slit his arm. Immediately, drops of blood congealed into strange ripples and dissipated in the air. Right after that, the Blood Clan figure let out a sharp scream — he felt a faint shadow suddenly appear in his consciousness. The shadow gradually condensed and took on a physical form.

The phantom of a young girl in a black robe, with silver hair and red eyes, floated out. The girl's face was as innocent as a child's, but the moment she slightly opened her eyes, her entire aura changed abruptly, shifting from harmless innocence to the imposing manner of a queen who could intimidate all living beings.

She casually glanced at the figure, and the latter trembled all over like a leaf in the wind.

"Are you saying the mission failed?" The girl's voice was cold.

The figure was about to make an excuse, but she raised her hand to stop him: "No need. I'll see for myself."

The Blood Clan girl gently placed her hand on his forehead, and the man immediately let out a heart - wrenching scream.

A few seconds later, the girl frowned and stood up: "In that case, I allow you to retrieve the sacred object by any means necessary. Anyway, the plan is almost ready. It's just a matter of starting it earlier."

"I never expected... the final moment would be exposed ahead of time."

"This is different from the will decreed by the gods."

"It shouldn't be like this..."

"Unless the True God intervenes directly, how could a god's prophecy change?"

The "girl" wore a puzzled expression. The gods' insight into the world must be infallible—unless a being of equal divine rank had interfered with the threads of fate.

But if the True God had acted, the entire Blood Clan would have been annihilated under the Holy See's military might.

How could they have only lost a sacred artifact?

After much deliberation, the girl snapped her fingers, and a deep brand instantly seared into the figure's chest: "This is your last chance. Retrieve the sacred relic and silence all those who know the truth—no living being who has seen your true face may survive."

"Otherwise..." Her fingertips grazed his throat, "I will claim your soul myself."

"Because of your mistake, our clan's plan must begin ahead of schedule, and you will pay for this failure with your life."

She intoned coldly.

In truth...

The decision to use the figure's life as a trial—just what was really happening here?

If there truly was a power from the divine realm at play... at least they would have a chance to react...

"Understood! Understood!" The figure kowtowed repeatedly, cold sweat soaking through his clothes.

The girl before him had silver hair flowing like a storm and a beauty that stunned the world, yet he didn't even have the courage to look up at her, his heart consumed by nothing but terror.

Soon, the girl's figure dissolved, leaving him alone on the rooftop trembling.

After a long moment, he suddenly let out a low, bitter laugh — the figure knew he was as good as dead, but to receive direct orders from "that Lord" and be allowed to atone for his earlier mistakes with only his life was an enormous mercy.

He had botched a crucial clan mission, forcing the entire Blood Clan to act ahead of schedule, to hope for a "quick death" was already a luxury.

The figure knew he couldn't survive. Retrieving the sacred artifact and sacrificing his life for the clan was the best outcome he could hope for.

As for "silencing all those who know the truth"... The figure lifted his eyes to gaze at Minnet City, his stare turning sinister.

Vikalina of the Holy See was already a Silver stage warrior, and Sivis wielded pure Holy Light. He couldn't handle them alone, let alone guarantee he could kill every potential witness after taking action.

The figure knew that many Knight Orders and priests in the Holy See had amassed significant resources — who knew how many life-saving trinkets they possessed?

"Directly attacking to retrieve the artifact isn't even an option now."

"Sivis will definitely go to the warehouse to search for our clan's sacred relic."

"Vikalina and the Holy See's forces will also shadow him constantly, to prevent the last surviving member of the blood plague-stricken Daister family from being assassinated."

"If I strike head-on, I'll just be signing my own death warrant."

As he analyzed, a flicker of cold malice flashed in his eyes.

But what if the waters are muddied?

The figure flashed and leaped into the city's sewer. With a fingertip, it bit through the palm of the hand, and blood essence was used to draw a ferocious rune in mid - air. The remains of dozens of Blood Servants that had been lost earlier suddenly trembled. The scarlet color in their pupils ignited again, and one by one, they slowly got up, with turbid roars spilling from their throats.

"Go, children." the figure licked the blood at the corner of its mouth, with a crazy smile. "Turn this city into a sea of blood!"

"When the Church is in chaos and Vikalina is busy saving the common people, who can still protect Sivis?"

"What's more..." he chuckled. "Since I'm going to die, I might as well take some people down with me!"

At his command, the Blood Servants surged out of the sewer like a tide.

In the shadows of dilapidated houses, in the sewage ditches of the slums, and within the pipeline network that connected the whole city, countless scarlet pupils lit up.

They sniffed the scent of the living, their limbs twisted as they climbed the walls. Wherever they passed, black blood oozed from the brick seams, and the stench of decay filled the air.

Undercurrents were surging throughout the city.

...

In front of a circle of ordinary residential houses near the Daister family's residence, many common people dressed in tattered clothes were gathered and talking. Rare joy filled their wrinkled faces.

Among the crowd, there were several faces that were the familiar ones Sivis had encountered when returning to the family.

"Really! Did Young Master Sivis really say that? He's not only coming back, but also going to open up his own territory?" A bearded man rubbed his hands, his cloudy eyes shining. "Before, only one person from each of our families could work in his factory. Now that the territory is going to open, I'm afraid he'll hire even more people!"

"More than that - can a territory be compared to a factory?" The old man beside him tapped his pipe. "There'll be farming, house - building, canal - repairing... Even our little brats will be able to do odd jobs then!"

"Thank goodness..." A woman holding a baby murmured in a low voice, clutching a piece of ragged cloth with her fingertips. "Following Young Master Sivis, at least we can have enough to eat every meal. When he opened the factory, my husband could hide a piece of meat and bring it back every day after work. My eldest child ate well for half a year, and his cheeks became round."

Having said this, the woman suddenly fell silent, and her smile froze on her face.

The baby in her arms squirmed restlessly, making some noises.

The others also knew that since Sivis left and there was no more income, the woman's husband and her first - born son went to work as attendants for the adventurers outside the city.

And they never came back.

Now... the woman has remembered the sad thing!

Seeing this, the neighbor beside her quickly patted her back gently. "Don't be sad. It's good that Young Master Sivis is back. You have a total of five children now, and if two of them can work in the territory, life will definitely be better than before!"

"You'll be able to save money to buy new clothes for the children in a while."

"You might even be able to save enough money for them to learn to read and write!"

"Learning to read..." Hearing this, a girl in a red - and - green floral jacket in the corner clutched the hem of her clothes, her eyes filled with longing.

Many people also fell into deep thought.

They had never thought that something like "studying" could be related to them. They just felt that it was like the pearl on the dome of the city's church. Although they could see it, it was extremely far away. People like them were supposed to be unable to touch it for all eternity...

But calculating the rewards Sivis gave in the past, if this young master really wants to build a territory and several people in the family work for him.

The money for "learning to read and write" could really be saved up!

The crowd fell into a long - lasting silence.

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly, "When our children learn to read, they can be servants for the noble lords in the future! Then life will get better!"

"We'll never go hungry again!"

"Yes!"

"It would be even better if we could serve a kind person like Young Master Sivis!"

"I guess in a few generations, our children will all be able to save money, buy some fields, and become lords!"

As people chatted, the atmosphere became heated, and everyone had a smile at the corners of their eyes.

Amid the laughter, the woman who had lost her husband straightened her back and hugged the baby in her arms tightly.

"It will get better!"

"Everything will get better!"

At first, it was just her muttering, and then everyone was softly shouting.

People felt a warm current surging in their chests - that was the rarest emotion for countless ordinary people in this world, the expectation for "tomorrow".

So much so that...

This place was not far from the Daister family. Theoretically, the terrifying aura of the Blood Servants was still hovering in the air.

But everyone was waiting.

Waiting for Sivis's return!

However...

Among these pairs of eyes full of hope and anticipation, they didn't notice the monster with bared fangs and scarlet eyes, drooling at them.

The monsters didn't move rashly. The demands of their master echoed in their minds.

"Here... no."

"The people of the Church are nearby."

"Go elsewhere first... gather... companions."

Accompanied by strange sounds, several Blood Servants disappeared into the shadows.

...

The common people near the Daister family had escaped a disaster, but a storm was secretly gathering in the entire Minnet City.

At this time, in front of the streets in the eastern urban area.

A middle - aged man stared at the young men beside him. "Is what you said true? Young Master Sivis is going to open up a territory and will hire people?"

"Father, don't worry. The territory will need a lot of hands. Maybe even you can get a job."

"Even if Young Master Sivis doesn't pay wages, the food he provides is good. It will definitely make you a bit fatter."

"That's good, that's good..." The middle - aged man looked delighted.

These young men were exactly the ones who had previously been willing to die for Sivis.

Now they had come to the urban area on the other side and were excitedly reporting the good news.

Sure enough, their parents who had taken refuge with relatives were also extremely delighted.

When Sivis opened the factory, it was the happiest time for these families.

Amidst their excited discussions, many people cast sidelong glances. "Is the Young Master Sivis you're talking about the Sivis of the Daister family?"

"Is he the great kind - hearted person who opened a factory, paid wages and provided meals even though we only had to work 12 hours?"