"Hyperion, don't worry. With a detective and a lawyer like us by your side, no thug can harm you."

Frey nodded. He always offered a helping hand when his companions needed it.

He just hadn't expected the topic to jump so drastically.

He thought it would be a simple reception job. The three of them just needed to perform as usual to successfully send off the guests.

But behind it was a conspiracy involving the relationship between the Kingdom of Hutton and the Kingdom of Yalloran.

If the three of them, as good examples of the student council, welcomed an academic delegation from the Kingdom of Yalloran and caught an elite Resurgence Cultist, His Majesty the King would have to commend them for their contribution.

And the reward wouldn't be small!

"Indeed, with you around, I feel like the enemy is always in danger."

Hyperion finally understood her role.

She was the best bait.

She was indispensable to their team's ability to maintain this virtuous cycle, get rich quickly, and have everything they could want.

"We are the face of the new forces of the I刻里忒 Academy. We must bring glory to the school this time!"

"That's right. Principal Lauren will definitely thank the three of us properly."

"... In case something goes wrong, don't abandon me when you two run away..."

As the three of them chatted, they reached the first floor and could already see the familiar chapel.

Whether it was the curved ceiling or the gorgeous stained glass windows, they all revealed a serene beauty at this moment, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing.

After passing through the chapel and heading to the side behind the stairs, they found a stone door in the corner of the chapel, decorated with old iron rings, which was the entrance to the underground wine cellar.

"Is this it?"

Frey asked.

"Yes."

Ranch replied.

Then Frey pushed open the heavy stone door. An icy chill rushed out from the crack in the door. The three of them continued down the stone steps and soon smelled the aroma of oak barrels, a unique scent of time and wine blending together.

When they entered the wine cellar and turned on the lights, they saw rows of huge oak barrels, neatly arranged. The light in the wine cellar was dim and hazy, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of aged wine, mixed with the unique smell of damp stone walls and aged wood.

This time, the Shadow World was abundant in both high-end ingredients and various drinks.

"According to Sticera, as long as blood is dripped onto the floor of the wine cellar, it will trigger the reaction of the underground magical enchantment."

While speaking, Ranch took out a small bottle from his pocket, which contained a small amount of blood left behind by the Maiden of Destruction during the previous battle.

He couldn't let this blood go to waste.

Ranch opened the bottle and let the crimson blood drip onto the empty ground in the center of the wine cellar.

The next second.

Like a drop of water touching a quiet lake.

Waves of transparent red ripples spread outward from the center.

The stone floor on the ground vibrated slightly, as if hiding some mechanism.

Ranch squatted down, pressed his finger on the ground, and felt the source of the magic formula. Soon, his gaze turned to one side of the wine cellar.

He walked over there and poured all the remaining blood on the ground. Immediately, faint red magic fluctuations began to surge violently on the surface. The stone slabs on the ground instantly emitted a deep rumble, and then slowly sank!

Until the secret beneath the wine cellar was revealed—

Embedded in the recessed area underground was an ultra-ancient magical device that resembled a metal coffin, inscribed with complex magical formulas and enchantments. Those symbols were jumping and flickering, as if they were alive.

Ranch didn't rush to take the next steps. Instead, he took Frey and Hyperion to the coffin underground to observe the magical formulas on it.

"As expected, this formula is exactly the same as the one in the sealed magic book in the library. It's just a fifth-order magic. Even if I can understand it or even learn it, I can't cast it."

Ranch's emerald green eyes stared at the formula circuits on the coffin, which were composed of ancient human magical writing, and said.

Once sealed within, one would be locked in a state where no recovery was possible.

Its name was [Undying Eternal Punishment].

"When you reach the fifth order, will you be able to learn this magic and use it to seal the blood race?"

Hyperion asked from the side.

"Theoretically, that's right. Although its cost isn't fatal, it will extremely consume the caster's magic power and cause a certain amount of backlash. But the practical prerequisite for this seal is to immobilize the blood race, and it also requires a werewolf and a witch as mediums to cast it."

Ranch turned around and explained to her.

He only understood the superficial parts of this extremely complex ancient magic. The specific content would have to be studied carefully after returning to the real world.

But Ranch inexplicably had a kind of confidence that maybe this magic called [Undying Eternal Punishment] was the first magic he could use without using magic cards, even though he couldn't even cast Fireball!

When that time came, he would have to show off to the teachers of the practical skills course at the Sage Academy that he could also use magic.

"According to my understanding, now is the night time when the sun is avoided. You two just need to drip the blood that serves as the key on the coffin, and this seal will automatically operate in reverse and then be lifted."

Ranch stood up and took a step back, saying to the two people beside him,

"By the way, for such a beautiful moment, let's turn on the [Shadow World Recording Program] again. After all, there's nothing to hide in the following content, and it can also be used to warm up for the important live broadcast event after dawn."

If the academic delegation from the Kingdom of Yalloran arrived at noon, then they would probably be able to see their live broadcast content.

"Understood."

Frey nodded.

"Are we three going to subdue him together later?"

Hyperion asked again.

"No, you don't need to do anything. I can handle him with just one sentence."

Ranch said with an exceptionally confident smile.

"..."

Hyperion nodded dubiously.

She was still prepared to stand in front of Ranch at any time to protect him.

Because she couldn't understand how a sixth-order blood race could be dealt with by just one sentence!

Frey and Hyperion quickly cut their fingertips and dripped a drop of blood each on the coffin that sealed Viscount Augustine.

The next moment.

The entire wine cellar suddenly became silent. All sounds were confiscated by some mysterious force. Then, the center of the floor inlaid with the coffin began to emit a low and deafening rumble, which seemed to make the cellar tremble.

A bright red halo rose from the opened stone slab, illuminating the entire wine cellar, and was even about to overflow, directly staining the chapel!

The magic fluctuations in that blood-colored light became more and more powerful and majestic. The terrifying phenomenon was like a harbinger of an impending disaster!

The coffin lid slowly slid open, and a cold air escaped, like the abyss of a ten-thousand-year glacier.

The cold air seemed to freeze all life in the wine cellar. Then, from the cold, slowly, a hand that had been eroded by time until only grayish-white remained appeared before their eyes.

The hand was very thin, with the skin tightly attached to the bones, almost losing the nourishment of blood. His black fingernails sparkled with the cold light of death.

He grabbed the edge of the coffin and slowly stood up from the eternal frozen abyss. His scarlet eyes were bright and piercing, as if they were shining in the darkness, sharp and deep, and extremely cold.

Viscount Augustine stared at the three people in front of him who had liberated and awakened him. His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and only the intention of bloodlust was undisguised, ready to eat.

"It was you, who awakened me."

Viscount Augustine spoke slowly, his voice low and cold. Every word spread a terrifying sense of oppression throughout the wine cellar, and the scythe of the Grim Reaper hung over the heads of the three.

He was very hungry now. Even if these three people rescued him, he still needed to eat.

These three weak guys could only be slaughtered by him.

However.

Ranch still smiled elegantly at Viscount Augustine, like the steward of this castle:

"Viscount Augustine, we have prepared three humans for you, and Earl Palocas is already waiting for you on the third floor."

And he spread out his palm, showing a ring of Earl Palocas.

Viscount Augustine, who originally had some malicious intentions, immediately restrained his greed and became thoughtful.

This precious ring had a strong aura from a high-ranking blood race. Even Viscount Augustine suddenly felt a chill.

If it wasn't a trusted vassal of the Earl, the Earl would never transfer such a personal accessory.

"Earl Palocas..."

Viscount Augustine murmured.

Since Earl Palocas had come to rescue him, then he must not rashly attack the Earl's vassals.

However, the Earl naturally knew his hungry state when he had just been released from the seal, so he had also prepared food for him.

"It seems that the Earl has also prepared a big gift for me, which should be three fairly good humans."

Immediately, Viscount Augustine smiled with satisfaction again. Even in the cellar, he could feel that it was night. There was no need to doubt the three guys' sincerity in releasing him from the seal.

"Take me to see Earl Palocas."

"This way, please."

Ranch calmly reached out, indicating that Viscount Augustine should go up from the cellar.

In the dimness of the cellar, Viscount Augustine's figure swept past Ranch like a black storm. His steps were firm and powerful, like a beast wanting to break free from its cage, eagerly heading towards the blood food.

When the Viscount walked past Ranch, Ranch glanced at Hyperion and Frey, and winked at them with a smile.

Meaning: He's willing.

Frey silently gave Ranch a thumbs up, with a sense of rampant feeling when a human trafficking gang succeeded.

"...!"

Hyperion didn't dare to interact with them and walked forward with her head down.

She never dreamed that one day she would participate in the abduction of a blood race for a kidney transplant!

The goddess is watching her!—

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In addition, a draft of Ranch's character design is posted below. It will be issued in a single chapter after the stand-up drawing is completed~

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