Chapter 903 - Mary Advances
Chapter 903 Mary Advances
Even as laid back as he was, Greem was the leader of the Crimson Clan and had to take a long time to deal with all the reports coming from various places.
There were requests for resources, research proposals, applications for leave, routine task reports, job duty summaries…
In just two or three days, a thick stack of documents from the clan headquarters and its various outposts had been placed on Greem’s wide wooden table. Given the thickness and height of this stack of papers, Greem was worried they would kill him when they collapsed onto him.
Gargamel and Meryl had managed most of this stuff in the past.
Now, Eva had dragged Gargamel away by the ear as the two of them worried over Emelia’s mutation. He had set the internal matters of Fire Throne aside for the moment. Meryl seemed to sense tremendous pressure from within the clan as well. It appeared many were dissatisfied with her remaining an intermediate First Grade adept despite having advanced several decades ago.
Thus, she tossed the clan matters to Greem and ran into the Black Forest for some training.
With his two most essential subordinates on leave, Greem was buried in work.
Though they were still far from being the ones to issue commands, they were no longer cannon fodder that could be cast aside!
Moreover, the vampire bloodline that Mary possessed was known for its speed of advancement, only restricted by the limits of the bloodline shackles. Without Greem having captured Haines Vik, Mary would have had almost no chance of advancing to Third Grade.
What Mary needed now was to drain Haines of all his blood, using it to purify and cleanse her own bloodline to break the bloodline shackles and allow her to advance to Third Grade.
If she were to absorb all the blood directly, the power contained within a Third Grade vampire’s blood was very likely to turn the tables and devour her instead. That was why Mary needed this high-quality blood pool to purify and cleanse Haines’ essence blood of all traces of his soul. It was only then that she could gradually absorb and assimilate all that belonged to him.
The blood coffin that Greem had carefully made for her was also prepared in the corner of the secret room.
Once she had absorbed everything from the old vampire, as well as all the blood energy within the pool, she would get into the blood coffin and fall into a prolonged sleep. With the aid of the mysterious and profound magical arrays on the coffin, Mary could successfully go through with her advancement in her sleep.
This process of advancement was something that Greem had personally customized for her. It was entirely different from other vampires.
Greem had used his understanding of Mary and the old vampire to design this nearly idiot-proof advancement process that eliminated all possibilities of human error.
As long as Mary’s innate talent wasn’t absolute trash, her chances of a successful advancement through this process was as high as 89%.
However, when Mary would emerge from the coffin was still an unknown. Greem could only silently keep guard over Fire Throne, waiting for her good news.
This wait lasted for seven years.
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Seven years later.
Inside the secret room.
The blood mist in the secret room had entirely dispersed.
The blood pool on the ground had already dried up. No blood could be seen anymore. There was only a thick layer of black dust at the bottom of the pool.
The old vampire bound by the silver chains was long dead. All the flesh was gone from his body, leaving only a broken set of bones and a torn robe hanging in midair, unmoving.
Meanwhile, the strange blood coffin that had not moved in seven years trembled slightly with a slight creak.
A short moment later, the movement from the blood coffin became increasingly prominent.
As the person in the coffin struck with all her strength, the tightly shut coffin lid moved aside, revealing its contents.
A white and slender female hand grabbed the edge of the coffin.
Perhaps fed up with the dirty air in the coffin, the owner of the slender hand slightly waved in a fit of anger. The nearly half-ton coffin lid flew away and smashed heavily into the opposite wall.
The naked Mary sat up from the coffin, grabbing her head as she moaned softly.
Who am I? Why am I here? Where is this?
A tide of memory and emotions surged out of her body, allowing her to find herself once again.
I…I am Mary.