Lord of Glory

Under Paladin's control, after the avatar Javier had recovered, he needed a good meal to replenish his strength. Although avatars could eat, Paladin, in control, couldn't taste anything at all. Eating delicious food was no different from chewing on gravel for him. Once everything was settled for the avatar Javier, including robbing a pair of mercenaries, and after changing into suitable clothing and acquiring horses based on Javier's memories, they set off towards the Maltese and Aixinzhe, which was a hundred miles away. As for Paladin's main body, he still had important matters to attend to, but finding Aberleigh was surprisingly easy compared to his initial expectations.

Gradually, the deep night descended like the dark visage of the god Belial, shrouding the entire continent. The bright eye still hung in the sky, watching over the activities of the insignificant ants below. ｂｅｄ𝚗ｏ𝚟𝚎𝚕.𝚌𝚘ｍ

At this moment, Paladin, dressed in a black robe, stood atop the roof of an inn in Qingshui Town, overlooking the town that was slowly falling into slumber. He carried a sack on his shoulder, inside of which was a petite and lovely girl. It took Paladin several hours to find the right candidate. In a town mostly inhabited by bandits, the quality of women was quite low. Finding a suitable young girl was challenging. However, for Paladin, who had no regard for morality, it was no difficulty at all. The unconscious young girl on his shoulder was the daughter of a wealthy merchant who had allied with the bandit leader.

It was beyond comprehension why this man had brought his entire family to this godforsaken place. After incapacitating them all, Paladin discovered that they were carrying a considerable amount of luggage. It seemed they were aware of the impending war and had decided not to involve innocent civilians, planning to escape the duchy by staying in this place for a night. This situation proved convenient for Paladin. The girl, a pampered young miss, was sure to satisfy Sarrier.

Who knew what had possessed this man to bring his family to this forsaken place? After knocking them all unconscious, Paladin found that they were carrying a significant amount of luggage. They seemed to be aware of the impending war and didn't want to involve innocent people, opting to stay in this place for a night on their way out of the duchy. This turned out to be advantageous for Paladin. This pampered young lady was certain to please Sarrier.

Suddenly, a massive humanoid figure emerged from the window on the second floor of the building below. With agile movements, it climbed the wall and leaped down to Paladin's side. The enormous shadow obediently crouched down. It was Aberleigh! Aberleigh's hands and mouth were covered in fresh blood, and one could faintly see an uneaten eyeball still in his mouth. Inside the inn, the scene was like a hellish abyss. Dozens of people, including the innkeeper, thugs, servants, and guests, lay in unrecognizable states, their bodies scattered across the floor. The inn had been dyed a dark red with blood, and clear bite marks could be seen on the bodies. Old people, children, women, and strong men - under Aberleigh's insatiable appetite, none had escaped death.

Listening to Aberleigh's satisfied panting and the scent of blood wafting from him, Paladin frowned slightly. He was about to reprimand Aberleigh for taking so long to eat when, thanks to his vantage point, he spotted another figure in a black robe emerging from a distant alleyway. This figure was none other than Macedonia, and he, too, carried a sack as he opened a dilapidated door.

Having taken a quick glance around the street, Macedonia immediately started running, turning left and right. "Well, this incompetent one," Paladin muttered disdainfully upon seeing Macedonia leave the area. He had heard about that location; it was a slave market in Qingshui Town, specializing in various kinds of slaves. In other words, the toys that Sarrier had been enjoying lately were merely these lowly slaves? With a growing smile on his face, Paladin pointed in the direction where Macedonia had disappeared and uttered a few sinister words under his breath, "Eat thoroughly, don't leave a drop of blood for me."

At his words, Aberleigh immediately emitted an excited growl. With a powerful leap, his massive body soared through the air and bounded toward Macedonia, who was darting through the narrow alleys. Paladin paid no further attention and, with a few jumps, disappeared into the town.

After an effortless return to the fortress, he hired a carriage to avoid drawing attention and entered Sarrier's room with the unconscious young girl. He gently placed her on a luxurious bed, then produced an iron chain to secure her hands firmly to the bedpost. From his pocket, he took out a small pink bottle, opened it, and administered a drop to the girl.

This elixir was the result of dark alchemy, a wicked concoction with a notorious recipe passed down from the distant sands of Muram. It was produced through four purification processes using the saliva of a three-tailed lizard and the bark of the Springflower tree. Although its effects were potent, it also caused significant harm and exhaustion to the consumer, thus earning its reputation as dark alchemy. For a girl like this, a single drop was already at the limit of her tolerance.

With the bottle safely stowed away, Paladin, who was secretly watching the scene unfold, was filled with a sense of amusement. Sarrier, appearing somewhat intoxicated, opened the door and entered the room. "Oh? Paladin, what are you doing here?" Seeing Paladin standing silently in his room, Sarrier's drunkenness receded slightly. However, when he noticed Paladin bowing respectfully and revealing the petite and beautiful girl, his eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh, oh, not bad."

Upon seeing such a girl, Sarrier, stimulated by alcohol, immediately had his desires reignited. His reddened eyes turned greedy as he took a few steps forward, examining the girl who was bound by iron chains, wearing an adorable yet noble princess gown. Her appearance surpassed that of the previous girls in both cuteness and beauty. A sense of freshness washed over Sarrier, and his trembling hands reached out to touch the girl's body, exploring everywhere.

"Grandpa... Grandpa, what are you doing? No, please don't!" The little girl who gradually recovered her senses saw an old man defiled herself, and immediately resisted fiercely. But who would have thought that when the old man saw that this girl was more vigorous than before, and then heard the little girl call: "Grandpa," Instantly, his primal instincts surged, and he laughed heartily, saying, "You're calling me Grandpa? Yes, that's right! Call me that, my dear granddaughter!"

Meanwhile, outside the room, Paladin wore a mocking smile as he listened to the cries from within, which had the potential to bring disgrace to the Church. He couldn't help but chuckle softly.