The Power of the Holy Scripture

Kormak felt that lately, life was giving him more and more to look forward to.

That useless brat Bona was clearly about to run out of rope.

Although the last attempt to hire men to intercept and kill the escort transporting that batch of Blood Jade Wine had unexpectedly failed, allowing the brat to scrape by with a few more breaths.

But that was nothing more than a harmless little interlude, at most letting that rotten ship of his sway a little longer before it sank.

Kormak was no brute who only knew how to swing swords. The steward at Bona's side, along with several generals under him in key positions, had long since been properly settled by Kormak with glittering Empire gold coins and promises of an even more tempting future.

He was absolutely certain that when Bona's tottering fortress of power finally collapsed, he would be able to tear off the fattest, most vital piece of meat with a steady hand—the wealth-laden land of Beast Bone Field.

Smooth sailing in his career was certainly pleasing, but what truly made Kormak feel a thrill of joy from the depths of his heart was Blood Jade Wine.

As someone in the whirlpool of power, it was not as if he had never wondered why the Empire was always filled with endless conspiracies and betrayals.

Before long, he came to his own conclusion.

More than half of the Empire's nobles belonged to the Blood Clan. These immortals had escaped birth, age, sickness, and death, yet had also lost almost all sensory pleasure. Through the long years, aside from pursuing strength and authority, what else could they seek?

That way of living, seen in the past, was not without a kind of pitiable monotony.

But now, that pitiable state had been completely