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Unlike people, beasts are easier to handle. Even when they’re loyal to their Master as Vampiric Monsters, they still have egos, can complain, and do a bunch of other things that might ruin our plans. Therefore, I had simply eliminated any servant Eleanora made and used them as materials.
But things suddenly changed inside of my mind as I saw the wolf in front of me. The creature, an old wolf covered on scars, with a missing left eye, half his body completely bald, and his claws and fangs broken down due to the many battles he had gone through suddenly captivated me.
He was a true warrior.
Although this was merely an experiment when I did this, when he survived, and his fur began to regrow bright red, his eye became as red as a ruby, and his fangs and claws regrew new, I suddenly found myself contradicting my own decisions.
“Woof!”
The wolf had successfully turned into a Vampiric Monster. It was a success at first time, but it seemed that after we did it, the Grimoire was able to calculate how likely it was, and it ended ending at around 20% chance for a monster to transform, and another 80% for them to die midway through.
This wolf was either amazingly lucky or had great potential from the beginning. Perhaps the tenacity of an old wolf that had fought many times, or maybe something completely different… But the truth was before our eyes, he had become a new creature.
And most impactful thing, he wasn’t affected by sunlight, a rarity amongst vampiric beasts, it was already a keeper.
“I want to keep him.” Eleanora said without even asking for my opinion.
“Fear not, I also want to keep him.” I sighed. “I was actually just planning to harvest his blood spirit orb before, but now, I just want to keep this guy.”
The wolf began to smell Fenrir and his pack of clones, as they began to circle one another like dogs usually do. It seems they were getting to know one another.
“Woof!”
It seems that Fenrir recognized the wolf, barking at him in recognition.
“Fenrir seems to have gotten a friend.” Eleanora giggled.
“Hm… Very well, your name shall be… Blood.” I said with a nod. “Your skin is just as red as blood, so it’s fair, isn’t it?”
“Woof! Woof!”
Blood seemed happy to have received a name at all, wagging his tail happily and then beginning to lick my face and that of Eleanora afterwards. Eleanora is a fan of dogs in general, so she was happy to have a new loyal pet for herself.
“Blood is such a good boy! There, there! Such a cute little doggy!”
Eleanora sometimes changes a bit when she’s with a dog she likes.
At the end, Blood had evolved into a High Rank Blood Beast, a special type of Vampiric Monster. They can usually be just Summoned by high ranked Vampires, but there is also the possibility of convert a beast into one through sharing your blood with them, but the chances are so low not many would ever bother. He not only regained his energy and youthfulness, but his scars were also mostly gone aside from the one on his missing eye, and his fur had become lustrous and red as blood.
“Woof!”
“You’re such a good boy, there, there! Uwahhhh~ You’re so fluffy!!!”
Eleanora was having a fun time, but this wouldn’t do. I wanted more experiments. Blood will be left as he is, but I need something else to see if my experiments could be true. After I sent two other Huginn to scout the entire forest in separate directions, we quickly found some horned rabbits.
We caught them and then forced blood down their throats. They all died at the end though, but when I took off their Spirit Orbs… they gained a beautiful red color. It was not as high quality as human spirit orbs, which I’ve grown slightly addicted to, but this did the job as well, giving me a bit more of a push for my Physique, and a few stats permanently.
Like that, I left pack of four F Rank Fenrir with Blood hunting down any beast they could find and bringing it to me alive. With that said, the week went on peacefully as I have decided to not hunt Bandits for the moment, although I had their locations, they were all farther away from home, tacking a trip to their hideouts would take me entire days, not something I can afford at my age without making my parents worried sick.
As I slowly summoned more Familiars to send to hunt while I was “AFK”, I also saw the Bees slowly multiply each day, all while I summoned three Apul a day, two of them turning into [Fruits of Life] and another into a Bottle of [Magical Juice].
When the week finally came to an end, we were summoned to the village chief’s home, which was more like a small-sized manor by how big it was. This was my first-time walking or even meeting the village chief, who was a short man with a funny-looking moustache, he had a son around his fifteens that was inheriting his merchant skills, apparently. But that’s all I’ve heard about him pretty much.
Not only I was here with my entire family (grandma included), but Erika, Chris, and Eric and their families were also here. The priests had come naturally as well, Elizabeth, Jack, Seth, and Head Priest Ellergest. The Knight Lukas, which I had once saved and which also helped in the fight against the demons, and several other hunter families that joined the battle, who all represented this village and were held on high regard despite being serfs.
“Oh, but if it isn’t our strongest Hunter, Joan!” The Chief said.
“It is good to see you again today, Rohan…” My father said with a forced smile, he seemed actually angered at him. I could notice that because my father was grasping his hand very tightly, until the man’s hand was all red.
“Ungh… You don’t have to be so rough…” Chief Rohan groaned slightly frustrated.
“I am sorry, I just remembered the time you forced us to go hunt wild boars and almost killed half our squadron because you didn’t know there were demons in the forest, and didn’t wanted to listen to me either!” My father said with an even more forced smile, patting the chief’s shoulders.
“Hahaha… Y-Yeah… I-I already told you I was sorry!” The chief cried.
Why does it feels like my father is intimidating the damn chief?
I guess my father never stops amusing me.
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