The Makar Forest in Lind's territory belonged to the Tulip Empire of the Bayes Continent.
It was a country where the power of secular government and the religious power were equally important. It had two de facto rulers.
The ruler of the secular world was the Emperor of the Tulip Empire, and the ruler with religious power was the Pope of the Church of Light.
The Church of Light believed in the God of Light, which was the god that Lind's predecessor believed in before he became a vampire.
Understanding this, it wasn't hard to understand why Lind had chosen this location.
Although there were two rulers on the surface, in fact, every emperor of the Tulip Empire had to be baptized by the church when they were born. Only emperors recognized by the Pope could ascend the throne.
In the Tulip Empire, the status of the pope was actually much higher than that of the emperor.
The Pope even had the right to dismiss the Emperor.
In other words, the Church was very powerful in this country.
In a sense, the church could be said to be the actual ruler of the empire.
Once it was related to the Church, even the simplest matter would become complicated.
When Lind heard that Blackwater Town was inextricably linked to the Church, his heart became heavy.
If it was just the demon hunters, it wouldn't be that difficult to deal with.
However, once the Church was involved, things would not end so easily.
Lind wondered why the Church was interested in Blackwater Town.
Blackwater Town was a border town. To its north was Makar Forest, and further north was the dividing line between the Frost Plains Empire and the Tulip Empire. In such a place, other than vampires, werewolves, and various forest beasts, no one could be found. The Church had no reason to preach in such a place.
Could it be that the Church had other intentions here?
Lind decided not to think about the Church for now.
He still had a bigger problem that was yet to be solved.
Darkridge had previously agreed with the werewolves to fight at Goat Lake in three days.
Although this subordinate was very unreliable, Lind could not sit back and do nothing.
All these years, his predecessor had been irresponsible, but these people still stayed in the territory and did not choose to leave.
Disregarding their abilities, these few people's loyalty must be guaranteed.
For that alone, Lind couldn't stand by and watch Darkridge die.
Thinking of this, Lind got up and said to Vladimir, "I understand. Can you call Darkridge over?"
He wanted to confirm with Darkridge which tribe of werewolves he was fighting.
"Yes, my lord!"
The old butler turned around and transformed into a swarm of blood bats again, disappearing from the window.
Not long after, Darkridge, who was covered in sweat, dispelled his Blood Bat Transformation and arrived in front of Lind.
"My lord!"
Darkridge said respectfully.
Lind nodded and cut to the chase. "Darkridge, what were the characteristics of the werewolves you fought with?"
Darkridge listened to Lind, lowered his head, and began to think.
"…Well, I remember that they were very big, almost twice the size of the werewolves I had encountered before. Also, their fur seemed to be silver-white."
"Alright, I understand. You can go down now."
After Darkridge left, Lind's brows gradually furrowed.
The situation didn't look good. According to Darkridge's description, these werewolves were obviously from the Frost Plains Wolf Tribe.
If it was the Forest Wolf Tribe, Lind could still try to negotiate with them.
However, the Frost Plains Wolf Tribe had a grudge against the vampires. It was impossible for them to negotiate.
Things seemed to be developing in the worst direction.
Lind looked at the mural of the Dark War above his head and thought about how to solve the current problem.
At this point, it was impossible to fight head-on. He could only use his wits.
He looked at the mural, and a bold idea slowly emerged in his mind.
He thought about it. Werewolves and demon hunters were his enemies.
However, werewolves and demon hunters were actually mortal enemies too.
He thought of an idiom, "When the sandpiper and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."
In that case, he could let the demon hunters and werewolves fight each other, and he would be the fisherman.
"This is a plan to let the tiger fight the wolves!"
Thinking of this, Lind's brows gradually relaxed. He already had an idea.
At this moment, he was curious about the progress of the mission to reclaim the land. So, with a thought, he turned into a bat and flew out of the ancient castle.
On the other side, on the west side of Lind's Castle.
The five vampires were already carrying out the task that Lind had assigned to them.
Due to the fact that it had not been taken care of for a long time, the wasteland on the west side of the territory was already filled with weeds and thorns.
Fortunately, the vampires under Lind's command were strong enough. They waved the hoes in their hands and hacked hard at the brambles, turning all kinds of weeds and bushes out of the soil.
Just as they were sweating profusely, one of the vampires suddenly stopped and asked curiously.
"Darkridge, why do you think the Lord wants us to do these things?"
Lind had already transformed into a bat and arrived near them. He glanced at the vampire who asked the question and remembered that his name was Sadamir.
At this, curious, Lind hung upside down from the branch to hear what they would say.
Darkridge was stunned by this sudden question. Before he could react, another vampire, Marco Polo, answered.
"Don't you understand? How stupid. Don't you understand the Lord's intentions?"
Hearing this, Darkridge was also stunned and asked: "Intention, what intention?"
A smug smile spread across Marco Polo's face. His eyes seemed to see through everything.
He said, "You see, the lord never asked about the territory in the past, but today, he's especially concerned. Something must have happened in the territory recently."
When Darkridge heard this, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
Recent events in the territory.
"Could it be the werewolf invasion?" He seemed to have realized something.
Marco Polo nodded in satisfaction at Darkridge's words. "That's right. That's exactly what happened. When the lord learned of the werewolf invasion, he chose us to reclaim the wasteland. His goal couldn't have been clearer."
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky pretentiously and said, "A war is about to take place. When the war begins, food becomes the key. The lord is preparing food in advance. If nothing unexpected happens, the lord will definitely start a war with the werewolves."
"So that's how it is!" Hearing this answer, Darkridge was shocked.
But then, he asked in confusion.
"But there are only five people in our territory. If we start a war with the werewolves, do we have a chance of winning?"
"Idiot!"
He was interrupted by Marco Polo.
Marco Polo said, "Have you forgotten who the Lord is? He's Dracula's blood descendant and has profound Blood Magic. Just because the Lord has been asleep for hundreds of years, you don't take him seriously? As long as the Lord takes action, this war will end immediately. This time, it's actually an operation by the Lord to use the werewolves to return to the world of vampires. The reason why he wants to prepare military rations for us is to give us a chance to make a contribution and use this opportunity to grow into high-level vampires. You actually can't see through the Lord's good intentions."
Hearing the words "high-level vampires", the vampires immediately became excited and asked, "Really?"
"Can we really become high-level vampires?"
"Is that really what the Lord thinks?"
Marco Polo didn't answer directly. He just smiled, as if he could see through everything.
However, the more the vampires thought about it, the more they felt that this was the case. They worked even harder.
Lind couldn't help but feel speechless. He was just checking how their work was going.
In the end, he saw this scene.
He wanted to say, "I don't have that thought. Don't talk nonsense."
However, looking at how hard these people were waving their hoes, Lind felt that it wasn't a bad thing to let them think so.