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(Some modifications were made to the previous three chapters, the setting has changed as well, those who have read the old version, that is, the version before May 7, 2021, please take a look again.

Sorry about that!)

“Sir Shar, are you alright?”

The maid rushed over to help Shar, the knight who was staggering and almost fell.

“I, I’m not drunk…”

Usually, those who utter these words are undoubtedly far gone.

The maid has grown used to Sir Shar’s drunken state.

She knew, Sir Shar would go to the tavern every day, and wouldn’t return until he was utterly drunk.

The retired Military Officer of the Dark Cavalry, ever since he was commanded by Marquis Garcia to serve Colin, became as though he were a different person.

The once valiant knight, who had once brought trolls to their knees on the battlefield, was gone, replaced by a drunkard who could barely hold his sword and relied on alcohol to numb his daily idleness.

The maid struggled to get the dazed Knight Shar into bed, whispering softly, “Sir, do you need some water?”

Knight Shar didn’t respond.

After hearing the thunderous snores from the other party, she shook her head helplessly. She gently took off his coat and shoes, covered him with a blanket, and then stood up to leave.

The room door gently closed.

But after a while, it opened again.

Colin walked in.

“Shar? Knight Shar?” Colin called out twice and nudged Shar’s arm.

But there was no response.

“Hey, Shar! I command you to get up right now!” Colin raised his voice and wickedly pinched his nose.

“Ho-ho…”

Shar struggled to breathe and, after a while, opened his mouth wide and gasped for breath.

But he was still not awake.

Colin rolled his eyes.

He had high expectations for this retired officer of the Dark Cavalry.

In Colin’s view, Knight Shar, and the dozen or so retired soldiers of the Dark Cavalry who came with him, were all excellent candidates for instructors.

They were the seeds of the cavalry he had always dreamt of.

Unfortunately, not everyone can accept harsh reality, or stand up again after a major blow.

This is especially true for soldiers like Knight Shar, who value honor as highly as their lives.

His retirement from the Dark Cavalry dealt him too heavy a blow.

But he was still not awake.

Colin had nearly given up on him.

But now, he had a better idea.

Slowly, Colin bared his sharp fangs, just about to bite.

But he stopped.

If his guess was correct, a complete initiation ceremony could create a conscious vassal.

So, how was he going to explain this to Knight Shar?

Colin rubbed his chin, feeling that it wouldn’t be right to transform him without his consent while he was asleep.

Doing so, he might not get a loyal subordinate.

Thus, Colin sat back down in the chair in the room, considering his words.

When Knight Shar woke up again, it was almost noon.

“Water, someone! Water!” Shar called out for a maid as soon as he woke up.

Soon, a cup of water was handed to Shar.

Shar took it and just as he was about to drink, he caught a glimpse of the figure standing in front of his bed.

It wasn’t the maid!

“Pfft!”

Shar spat out the water he had just swallowed and quickly got out of bed, bowing respectfully, “Lord Viscount, why are you here?”

Colin settled back in his chair, smiling he waved his hand at Shar, “Don’t be nervous, I merely came to see you.”

A wave of embarrassment hit Shar, “You could have sent someone to summon me, there was no need to come here in person…”

“I did send someone, but they couldn’t get through to you, so I came myself.”

Shar became even more embarrassed and repeatedly apologized, “I’m sorry, my Lord Viscount, I drank a little too much last night…”

“Just last night?” Colin asked with a smile.

“Rest assured, I will control my drinking in the future to avoid such situations.” Despite Shar’s promise, Colin wasn’t quite satisfied.

If Marquis Garcia stood before Knight Shar asking for the same promise, he might dutifully comply.

But Colin felt he didn’t command the same respect.

Therefore, according to the plan he had thought of the previous night, Colin asked, “Knight Shar, I understand your pain, and I have found a way to help you return to the battlefield.”

“Really?” Shar looked up suddenly, a spark finally appearing in his eyes.

But at the same time, a bit of disbelief flashed in his heart.

To heal his injuries, Marquis Garcia had sought help from the Glorious Church.

But the answer they received was that only a priest with the rank of Cardinal or above could perform the regenerative healing magic for severed limbs.

A Cardinal!

There were only three cardinals in the entire Glorious Church.

Such important individuals would most likely not be willing to expend their divine power to heal the injuries of a mere knight.

Thus, Knight Shar had lost all hope.

But now, Colin had offered him another glimmer of hope.

“I can’t guarantee success. Moreover, there is a certain cost associated with this method.”

Colin’s cautious attitude did not disappoint Shar; on the contrary, it made him believe in Colin even more.

“As long as I can once again wield my sword, I am willing to pay any price!”

“Are you sure? This treatment could result in you losing your senses and becoming a senseless beast.”

Shar smiled bitterly, “My Lord Viscount, I am a senseless beast right now. Without the battlefield, my life is as good as dead!”

“Have you made up your mind?”

Knight Shar knelt down on one knee before Colin, solemnly nodded and said, “I have decided! If you can help me recover my fingers, I swear in the name of my family’s ancestors to the Lord of Glory, I will be at your disposal!”

Although Shar had sworn loyalty to Colin before, he only did so upon the orders of Marquis Garcia. But this time, it was willingly done.

Feeling the determination of Shar, Colin handed over a mug, “This water contains a sedative. The healing ritual that will happen soon requires you to be unconscious because it will be somewhat painful…”

Even after hearing about the sedative, Shar took the mug and drank it down in one gulp, not even waiting for Colin’s full explanation.

Colin raised his brow, Shar’s determination and trust touched him.

A moment later, under the effect of the sedative, Shar fell into a deep sleep.

Colin walked over, revealing his sharp fangs and bit Shar’s neck.

Certainly, just like when he first initiated Cynthia, Colin felt a sucking force from Shar’s wound after a little while.

This time, Colin didn’t flee.

Suppressing the slight panic within him, he allowed his blood to flow into Shar’s body through his fangs.

Slowly, wisps of crimson mist began to float around their bodies.

The wisps of mist, just like living entities, traced regular curves on the ground, like a magic array.

The curves grew more numerous, more complex, and more profound…

In a daze, a low whisper like a murmur in a dream echoed in Colin’s ears.

The voice grew louder, as if heralding something.

“…Concentration of blood, is my spirit…” …Lord of fresh blood, be immortal…

“….With my blood, I grant you the legacy…”