Damon opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He saw that although the vampire asked, he had no intention of asking him to answer.

"Since ancient times, there has been a practice among robbers that has been passed down to this day. If a new person joins a gang, he must complete a crime under the surveillance of others. Only this method can prove his loyalty and reliability, and can he cut off his untrue idea of ​​stepping on two ships. In fact, it is not only robbers who adopt similar practices, but everyone has this natural wisdom. This method should be said to be common. For example, a person who intends to launch a rebellion has a necessary procedure.

That is to kill the officials or nobles appointed by the king with their own hands. Only in this way can one prove his determination and position to his followers, prove that he has no way out, and prove that he deserves the followers of all the rebels. When a robber leader intends to surrender to the king for forgiveness, he proves that his effective practice is often to kill his accomplices. Proving his determination by such acts of cutting off one's own way out. And those who do this do not have a second choice."

The vampire stared at him. "I hope you understand your position, Damon! Sometimes I pretend that I didn't see it, but don't think I really can't see it!"

"grown ups……"

"I remember you swore allegiance to me." The vampire continued. "And I always thought that a qualified monarch should learn to ignore his subordinates' minor mistakes. But this kind of thing is for those subordinates who can correct themselves, or at least have self-awareness. You have been secretly helping those slave workers of your tribe escape for a while, right?"

"Sir, I don't..."

"You did not take direct measures or give such orders. But this is not a reason! You know these things, but you did not stop them. In other words, you are condoning your subordinates. Is this different from giving orders by you? Since a leader must enjoy the loyalty of his subordinates, he will naturally be responsible for his subordinates' behavior. This is true to you and me!"

Damon didn't know who told the secret, but the vampire knew much more than he thought.

"From the perspective of just bystanders, I remind you something. Now no matter how much you do for them, they will not be a little grateful to you. Everything you do is nothing more than a material that you can deceive yourself by yourself."

The vampire paused. "This is my first and last time warning you. I know your army and your allies are still very supportive, but I remind you... As long as I want, I can crush you and everything about you, your soldiers, your army and your potential or surface allies together!"

This is the most explicit and obvious threat to vampires so far. But Damon believes this is true - no matter how much a vampire looks like a human, he is not a human in essence. Any hidden power that binds human thoughts and actions, such as morals, laws, good and evil, does not exist for vampires, at least completely different.

"The war is over, and Via does not need to keep so many troops in peacetime." The vampire suddenly changed the topic. "In my opinion, maintaining an army of two thousand people as a security force is the limit."

"This..." Damon wanted to explain. It was expected that having too much military power was suspected. However, although the Bin tribe is mainly militia, there are actually a considerable number of professional soldiers inside. These people cannot simply disband...

The vampire waved his hand and interrupted him.

"Although the Immortal Legion has many benefits, there are things they can't handle. For example, some small-scale, moderate-sized battles. So during this period, I plan to let Eric start to form a legion to be responsible for all kinds of small troubles in the territory. Of course, your people also have the obligation to obey recruitment."

Just as Damon wanted to speak but did not speak, the vampire suddenly widened his eyes.

"Damon, I am a generous monarch, but for those who dare to go against my will, my compassion is very limited!" The vampire said the last sentence word by word.

"This is done very well, Master. I felt the fear in Damon's heartbeat, breathing and pulse changes. In this way, even if he finds something abnormal, he will not dare to act rashly." After Damon turned around and walked away, Carrie said in his mind.

"Where is Eric?" Ashu Rufat asked. Should he threaten every subordinate before leaving? lest they have any bad thoughts when he is away.

"Eric is an exception." Carrie replied in his mind. "He is the man you can trust the most, rely on, and even tell the secret of your journey."

"Is that so? Finally, I have such a trustworthy subordinate." Ashu Rufat asked back with some sarcastic sarcastic words. "Are I lucky?"

"Well, according to my point of view, subordinates like Eric are hard to come by. A person entrusted the meaning of life to justice and honor...it is a unique example. In most cases, people like Damon are common. They entrusted the meaning of battle to their family, relatives, tribes, nations, etc. In other words, when the conditions are right, such people will betray them. When the time is unfavorable, they need to put the dagger behind them. The correct way to use it is to tighten the iron chain on the dog's neck and let it roar at your enemies. This is the so-called "power trick". You must remind and knock from time to time, and you must also provide appropriate rewards."

"Look," Carrie's voice was a little helpless. "The kings of the world are working hard to promote the spirit of chivalry and cultivate the obedience and dedication of their subordinates. But even so, when the country is in crisis, there is never a shortage of betrayers and people on both sides of the boat. However, Master, I have achieved impressive results in this regard. When Carrien fell, all the nobles fought for Lord Qinxin until the end."

Ash Rufate sighed. These things really don’t match his nature, and he can only follow Carrie’s advice. This is how the so-called “puppet” feels.

"Have I finished everything I have to do here?" Ashu Rufate looked around. It was already dark, but through dark vision, he could clearly see his dark castle towering in the distance.

"Well, there's nothing to do. Now is the time for us to leave."

There was no one else around, because when Damon arrived, he had already let the black magicians take the guards of the desolate graves away. With a spiritual command released by the black magic, the nightmare horse walked out from the nearby hiding place.

"Don't you need to give any instructions to the black magicians?" Ashu Rufate asked in his mind.

"No, master. Didn't you give them the zombie dragons to repair? I'm sure it would take them several years to interpret the black magic skills on the zombie dragons. So the black magicians don't need special care. You've given them enough things."

"Fei and Leya..."

"Don't worry, Master, my clone will take good care of them. With their ability, they should be able to handle everything that happened during your absence. Master," Carrie said excitedly. "The time is still too short, and you can't see anything. By the end of our journey, you will be able to see the achievements of me and our construction. It must be said that Sivania is a much richer land than you think."

In front of Ashu Rufate, the map that had appeared before, like a painting, appeared again. The map obtained from Dr. Oliveira before has reached the peak of the map depicted by humans, which is amazingly detailed. This map completely surpasses the ability of humans. Rather than a map, it is more like a condensed world into a painting.

In front of him, the map was growing rapidly, and every detail of Sivania, which was originally not as big as bird shit, became clear.

"You see, there are so many mineral resources in the mountains here, including iron, copper, tin... and even silver and gold. In addition, climate, soil, hydrology and other factors, as long as you make good use of it, it can be said that it has unlimited development potential."

The map disappeared. The nightmare horse came to him. Ashu Rufate turned over and jumped onto the horse's back. All the related things about the trip were already loaded on the saddle bag. Although strictly speaking, Ashu Rufate did not need most of them, Carrie believed that taking things on the road could effectively conceal his identity.

Thomas's harp is also placed in the saddle bag. Because the harp is too long, half of it is exposed in the bag, which is particularly conspicuous.

"Why should I bring this piano?"

"Because you are about to start learning. This is not just a little learning as you like in the past, as a pastime for the journey, but a real need to learn music skills. In fact, I think your journey will be very busy."

"Why?" Ashu Rufate asked in confusion.

"Because the elf does not simply extend his ears to pretend," Carrie explained. With this sentence, Ashu Rufate subconsciously touched his head. His ears were hidden behind his hair, so they did not attract anyone's attention. But if someone lifted his hair, he would find that the outline of his ears had completely changed.

"The main difference between the elves and humans in appearance is their figure and ears, but the difference is not just about appearance. In fact, there is even greater difference in terms of habits, conversation, etiquette, customs, etc. Some people must have done the work of installing fake ears and mixing into the elves' kingdom, but it seems that no one has ever succeeded. The reason is here. During the three-month journey, you must first strengthen the learning of the elves' language, then learn some music and poetry skills, and there are some other things. If you don't want to have trouble, you will have to rely on these abilities in the future to pretend to be an elves and get a ship and corresponding crew from the elves!"

"Ah..." Ashu Rufate didn't consider these things at all. He originally thought that using the sink to transform his ears was almost the same.
Chapter completed!