Deadmeat Saga

Chapter 112 – A crafty rabbit has three burrows. Research on the soul.

Chapter 112 – A crafty rabbit has three burrows. Research on the soul.

In the evening-

In the Farrington Household-

The portraits of Hope and her parents returned to their rightful places. Meanwhile, Solenne's and Samuel's portraits were no longer there.

Hope stared at her kind father and graceful mother with melancholy, Laverne and a young Brown Mouse Kin man patiently standing beside her.

"Thank you for the assistance, Laverne," Hope said to the female Echo, her eyes fixed on the wall.

"Oh, it was nothing. Just controlling some weaklings and tweaking with a subpar magic matrix." Laverne smiled before glancing behind her. "But what will you do with them?"

Four individuals were kneeling there in fear- Lionel, Solenne, Samuel, and Didier.

"They are now given the Position of Slaves and shall remain so for their entire lives. They shall never know luxury again, and none shall give pity or mercy. After handing over all official matters relating to them, they shall be no more than objects. They would be lower than the lowest slave, and anyone who wishes to use them can use them, menially OR sexually. But violence shall never fall on them." Hope turned and gave them an apathetic look. "They shall never know happiness until they draw their last breath, a mercy almost too kind."

"Heh. Others in your shoes would either kill them or torture them, but you choose a lifetime of misery. You are pretty wicked, aren't you?" Laverne smirked.

"I merely choose not to lower myself to their level," Hope replied.

"And the unborn child in that woman's belly?" Laverne glanced at Solenne's still-flat stomach.

"After birth, it shall be adopted by a foster family and treated lawfully, never to associate with them again. I am not so petty as to target a harmless infant." Hope said before turning to the elderly Mouse Kin. "Fabrice."

"Young Miss." Fabrice lowered his head, a slight silvery glint in his eyes.

Hope had already walked through the city, finding old Fabrice and several other loyal servants who were still unemployed, and brought them back. Of course, she re-employed, converted, rejuvenated, and granted them several blessings. That was their reward for decades of loyal service.

"You have heard my will and know their sins. You shall be responsible for overseeing their punishment from now on." Hope said.

"It shall be done, Young Miss. They shall not have an easy life anymore." Fabrice courteously bowed.

Hope nodded before heading upstairs, with Laverne following her. Soon, they arrived at the study room, where they found Gerhart sitting on a couch, reading a book. There were also wet sounds under him. Upon a closer look, they saw he lacked pants, and Stella was servicing him. On the side were plates of food and drink to replenish him, with the now-freed beautiful Yellow Fox Kin, Tsusaki, feeding him while explaining some points in the book. On the side, Deadmeat Junior was also quietly reading through books, soaking information like a sponge.

"Reading so calmly while being milked and serviced by two top-tier beauties? Deplorable!" Laverne said. However, those who knew her would know she was complimenting him.

"It is the most efficient method to develop Stella's mutation toward her subsequent form." Hope explained.

"And enjoying himself," Laverne smirked.

"And that." Hope didn't deny it as she walked to Gerhart.

"Hope, is your business done?" Gerhart asked, not asking about the process. It was her revenge, and intervening would taint its purity.

"Yes. The past grudges are over. I won't distract myself again." Hope replied.

"Good. Tomorrow, we will head to the two Dungeon Cities, extract the energy, and stop at the last port city before returning to Crester." Gerhart said.

"Have you set your sights on the other continent?" Hope asked.

"Yes. I have been wondering what to do with my third split soul, and now, an opportunity presented itself. It shall travel incognito to the other continent with Tsusaki, conquering dungeons while spreading our influence. Should I and Primo fall, it shall also serve as my final backup." Gerhart explained.

There is an idiom- A crafty rabbit has three burrows. And Gerhart was a very crafty rabbit.

"Samuel, choke your clone to death. Slowly." Tsusaki ordered.

Samuel was helpless as he grabbed his clone by the neck and began choking the life out of it. As he did, he felt the emotions of helplessness and pain in the clone as the light slowly left its eyes. After ten minutes, Samuel finally let go, sweat dripping on his forehead, the death of his clone deeply etched in his mind.

"Satisfied?" Gerhart asked Tsusaki.

"Yes. Thank you, my lord." Tsusaki smiled.

Gerhart nodded and then looked at Samuel. "Samuel, what is the state of your split soul?"

"My soul returned to me, but it is minorly damaged. However, it should recover after some rest." Samuel replied.

That eased Gerhart's expression. "Come here."

"Yes, master." Samuel approached Gerhart again.

Gerhart placed a hand on Samuel's head before healing him. He wanted to test if energy could heal the soul.

A minute later-

"Master, my split soul recovered," Samuel said.

"Hm." Gerhart nodded and analyzed Samuel.

After analyzing him, Gerhart found that the talent he gave the clone didn't return to Samuel.

"In other words, if the clone's body dies, I can recover a damaged soul, but if I can't recover the body, I lose the energy invested, hah?" Gerhart thought before turning to Hope. "Hope, get rid of the body."

Hope nodded and absorbed the energy from the clone, turning it into dust before cleaning it.

While she was cleaning it, Gerhart couldn't help but wonder. "If I absorbed all those bodies, did I also absorb their souls? Did the dungeon absorb Mylo and Hazel's souls, or did I? Can I retrieve and revive them?"

The moment he thought about that-

The soul retrieval and revival functions are locked. Complete Ascension Stage 3.

Gerhart widened his eyes in surprise and delight.

"I can! I can revive them!" Gerhart's eyes shone.

Gerhart then checked the number of converts he had.

Agents: 50

Envoys: 1,387

Thralls: 74,962

Gerhart narrowed his eyes with a satisfied grin. His efforts were not in vain, and his Agents were hardworking bees spreading the good word.

The Agents were spread in cities, towns, and villages, using their strength and miracles to convert the population. They methodically targeted the local lord before using him to gather the people. One Agent with ten Envoys was enough to cover a dozen adjacent villages or a small town. In other words, about 1,000 people.

Of course, there were some foolhardy and over-religious lords, knights, and priests, but they were quickly subdued and converted. But under strict orders, they avoided targeting the A-rank powerhouses and above for now. While they could handle them, he didn't view them as a threat. He would target them eventually.

"After my round trip to the dungeons, I will gather enough energy. I will have enough Thralls and energy for Stage 3 Ascension!" Gerhart was so pleased that he subconsciously grabbed Stella's bobbing head and made her service him faster.