After settling the werewolves, Mike called Dorian over.
"Pick up the pig."
Mike pointed to the ground where a small pig stood. Following Mike's instructions, Dorian picked it up.
In Dorian's arms, Pig Vladimir struggled violently, trying to resist.
But alas, he was just a pig.
Dorian pinched his nose in disgust, saying, "It smells like a bat, Master. This guy might be Vladimir's pet!"
"Sort of. Follow me."
Mike led the way, inspecting his castle.
The castle had four floors, all now fully restored. The lightning damage had been completely repaired.
From bottom to top, the lowest level was the dungeon.
"There are eight cells, capable of holding Battle General-level beings. With resource upgrades, it can be even stronger."
Mike looked around, satisfied with the dungeon's environment. "We can keep some farmed vampires here to provide essence blood."
Dorian felt the pig in his arms twitch.
