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Jack was a butcher.

And he was once a rather well-known butcher in Ice Rock City.

The reason for his notoriety was that Jack was a warrior.

A professional becoming a butcher, this was quite rare.

Of course, when Jack was young, he also had dreams. He had joined a mercenary group, trying to make a fortune with the great sword in his hand.

But sadly, like the majority of young dreamers, mercenary life did not bring Jack any fortune, only leaving him with countless scars on his body.

Until an arrow struck his knee, Jack finally bid farewell to his mercenary path and became a respectable butcher.

His indignation and anger at fate all vented onto the unfortunate livestock, hence, Jack’s butcher journey was quite smooth, quickly gaining some minor fame in Ice Rock City.

But one day, “Butcher” Jack lost his temper during an argument and in a fit of rage, became “Ripper” Jack, killing that person with one stroke.

Then, Jack was thrown into prison, awaiting him, would be the scaffold.

However, late this night, a significant figure suddenly appeared in the prison and forcibly took Jack away.

Jack was a bit confused, because executions usually took place in the morning, he used to watch them frequently when he had nothing to do, so why the change to nighttime?

What puzzled Jack more was that he was not led to the city square, but to the outside of the Lord’s castle.

Could some nobility want to meet him?

Apart from Jack who was taken away, there were four other death row prisoners.

Their faces were also filled with confusion.

Then, something even more baffling happened.

The noble knight led them outside the city, stuck five swords in front of them, and then vanished.

The prisoners looked at each other, wondering what the aristocratic lords wanted to do.

Jack looked at the great sword stuck in front, stirring an excitement inside him.

But, he dared not move.

Time slowly passed by, but the knightly figure did not appear again.

Only the faint distant howl of the wolves startled the five prisoners.

“Stop waiting! ” Jack suddenly exclaimed, “Although we don’t know what game the aristocracy is playing, this is our only chance! Grab the swords!”

After speaking, Jack quickly got up and ran over, cut off the rope that bound his hands with the great sword stuck in the ground, and then picked up the sword and ran.

Seeing this, the other four did not hesitate and all ran towards the swords in front of them.

After breaking free, Jack bolted towards the West. He did not dare return to Ice Rock City, and to the west was the nearest small village from here.

The other four followed.

It was late at night in the wilderness, and only by sticking together could they resist any possible beasts.

After running for a while, Jack abruptly stopped.

“Why have you stopped running?” the others asked, in a hurry.

A grim expression on Jack’s face, he pointed toward the direction they came from.

There, stood a person.

“What’s there to fear, he’s just one person.” One of the prisoners shouted.

Jack tightened his grip on the great sword, his intuition honed by years of mercenary life told him something was very wrong.

But when he finally spoke, he said: “And it’s even a woman, hahaha, lads, charge!”

“Wow, it’s really a woman!”

The other four prisoners also reacted, then, they charged up, like wild boars released from a cage.

As if afraid they would miss their turn if they were a step late. But Jack stood cautiously where he was without moving.

“Bang!”

The first prisoner who rushed up was directly kicked away by the woman.

The remaining three were dumbfounded but still went charging.

But Jack, watching from afar, was frightened out of his wits.

It’s a knight!

As a former mercenary, Jack had seen knights in battle, so he recognized the golden glow of holy light energy radiating from her as the trademark of knights.

However, Jack gritted his teeth and charged forward.

He knew very clearly that when facing a strong enemy, running would just lead to a quicker death.

Turning back to fight, there might still be a chance of survival.

“Bang!”

Another prisoner was kicked off.

Meanwhile, the other two Death Row Prisoners seized the opportunity to rush in front of Cynthia, wildly swinging their great swords.

Such swordsmanship could hardly pose a threat to Cynthia, who easily dodged their attacks. With one punch per person, she knocked these two unconscious as well.

As she turned around, she saw Jack charging at her desperately, his great sword piercing straight towards her chest like a venomous snake.

“Shush!”

He hit her!

Ecstasy filled Jack’s heart!

But in the next second, the smile on his face froze.

A small white fist quickly enlarged in front of Jack’s eyes, followed by a dizzying whirl, then he passed out.

Once again, the wilderness returned to peace.

Somber-faced, Cynthia pulled the long sword out of her chest.

Behind her, Colin emerged from the darkness.

He was not at all surprised by the outcome.

What did surprise him a little was that his initial order was to knock these five men unconscious,

Not to kill them.

Cynthia executed his order perfectly, none of them were dead.

It seems that although blood slaves don’t have their own thoughts, they can understand slightly complex commands. Moreover, her combat skills were still intact.

A third order knight with no fatal weakness, fearlessly loyal, and completely obedient! What a strong enforcer!

At least among her peers, Cynthia is an invincible presence in a one-on-one fight. Even challenging someone above her level is not impossible.

Then, Colin pointed at one of the fainted Death Row Prisoners and gave Cynthia an order: “Bite him!”

Without hesitation, Cynthia pounced.

The eerie sound of sucking echoed in the silent wilderness, creating an ominous atmosphere.

“Enough.” A moment later, seeing that Cynthia had no intention of stopping, Colin quickly called her off.

Then, to his surprise, he found that the prisoner bitten by Cynthia did not turn into a blood slave.

Could it be that a blood slave can’t create another blood slave? Colin had to step up himself, biting into the neck of another prisoner.

“Glug…Glug…”

Colin once again felt his canine teeth extending. Concurrently, a mysterious substance was released into the prisoner’s bloodstream as he sucked. Removing his teeth, Colin commanded the prisoner: “Get up.”

The prisoner complied.

His eyes reflected the same dull look.

Now, Colin was sure. The substance secreted from his canines had infected the victims, turning them into blood slaves.

Colin approached the third prisoner, sinking his teeth in. This time, he tried to control his canines, preventing them from extending.

He succeeded!

His canines did not extend.

Afterwards, Colin halted feeding and repeated the command to the prisoner.

As expected, there was no reaction.

He was right!

Colin confirmed his suspicion.

However, Colin did notice something different—these few times he bit the prisoners, no “counter-sucking” occurred, unlike when he first turned Cynthia.

Colin found the fourth prisoner and bit down again.

This time, he let his canines elongate and extended the feeding time.

Yet, even when the prisoner was nearly drained, the “counter-sucking” did not occur.

This ignited a hypothesis within Colin.

Then, he walked to the last one—a warrior Death Row Prisoner—and bit him as well.

Again, no “counter-sucking” occurred.

Now, Colin was certain. Only with knights would the “counter-sucking” take place, which indicated the completion of the initiation ceremony.

Then, what kind of offspring would a complete initiation ceremony create?

Would they have their own consciousness?

Perhaps they could even create blood slaves themselves…

Colin rubbed his chin, lost in deep thought..