"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" Abraham was sweating profusely, his whole body trembling like a sieve, and he stood dejectedly at the far end of the palace.
It has to be said, money really does have a way of sustaining a person.
The Abraham of today is completely different from the Abraham of the past.
The Abraham of the old era was single-mindedly plotting rebellion, never indulging in pleasure. He feared Norton would turn around and kill him, or that Norton would suddenly resurrect and destroy him. Therefore, Abraham was never a man of great ambition, but at the very least, he resembled a rat spirit.
Now that Norton has been resurrected and stands at the pinnacle of the Southern Continent, Abraham, as Norton's foremost subordinate, has enjoyed over twenty years of wealth and a monotonous, leisurely life, which seems to have caused all his inner desires to vanish.
Now he even feels that he likes his current life.
With Norton around, he felt no security pressure. On the contrary, Norton's lack of activity for over twenty years allowed him to become increasingly immersed in enjoyment.
Now Abraham was adorned with gold and silver, and he would always buy and wear the latest aristocratic clothing whenever it was available.
His own small house within the Holy See was decorated in a glittering and extremely luxurious style. He even had a slave room specially built next to it, where young girls were imprisoned 24 hours a day so that he could suck their blood at any time.
"In just twenty years, you, Abraham, have been completely corrupted by the hedonism of the powerful and wealthy in the Southern Continent!"
"Abraham, you've followed me step by step, is your will really so weak?" Even though Norton's tall figure hadn't displayed Pressure for twenty years, it still brought Abraham an extremely heavy sense of oppression.
This caused Abraham's legs to weaken and his eyes to turn bloodshot with fear.
However, he felt extremely wronged inside.
Your Majesty speaks of him in this way, but Your Majesty doesn't even look at yourself!
The blanket covering His Majesty, the fur he lies on, the deep-sea crystal glass on the table containing the pure, unpolluted blood of a Southern Continent girl who migrated from the Northern Continent, the sofa beneath him, and the jade-built fireplace beside him... If His Majesty is to be corrupted by the hedonism of the Southern Continent's powerful and wealthy, then His Majesty's corruption is far more severe than that of Abraham!
Putting aside everything else, His Majesty loves reading. Currently, the Holy Empire has specially sponsored more than two thousand Vampire literary writers who write all kinds of books day and night, just to attract His Majesty's attention and keep this Pale God imprisoned in the Holy See.
Such treatment—who exactly has been corrupted by hedonism?
Abraham was suffering in his heart, but he dared not speak of it.
Your Majesty's treatment is not what you call enjoyment; it's just the most basic treatment.
His Abraham's enjoyment—that's what you call enjoyment, no, that's called greed!
"Your Majesty, this old servant was wrong! This old servant was wrong again! This old servant is always easily swayed by external things, this old servant deserves to die a thousand deaths, Your Majesty!"
"But this old servant is truly terrified of hunger. Back when Your Majesty and I left Lino City to establish the Blood Court, this old servant was so hungry that I was dizzy and lightheaded. Since then, I have suffered from a phobia of food insecurity!" Abraham wiped away the tears he could not squeeze out, reciting the hardships of those years.
As an old man who had walked through the old era alongside His Majesty, Abraham was almost certain of Norton's thoughts.
He knew Norton would never kill someone over such a trivial matter; in fact, he could use the opportunity to demonstrate his loyalty and achievements.
As expected, upon hearing these words, even the holy God, who was sitting on the sofa but seemed to be seated on a throne, fell silent for a moment.
Whenever he reminisces about the past, Norton is filled with emotion, feeling that everything is ever-changing.
This naturally leads him to cherish those figures from his era who have survived to this day with a sense of attachment similar to that of a limited-edition figurine that he doesn't want to destroy.
After a long silence, Norton finally let out a long sigh, then his refined face turned wistfully to Abraham, and his melodious voice hummed through the palace. "Alright, rise."
"The industrial age is bringing about transformation, and human technology is advancing at an astounding pace. There is a fundamental opposition between science and theology."
We, the remnants of the old era, will eventually be abandoned by the new era.
Although we're just getting by now, the real crackdown will begin one day! All the treatment we're getting now is just feed to lure the pigs to the slaughter!
Abraham, if you continue to indulge in pleasure, I fear that when they next besiege me, you will also meet a violent end.
Norton's beautiful voice, imbued with a great life rhythm, captivated and fascinated Abraham simply by listening to it, yet also filled him with deep fear.
The meaning behind those words sent a chill down Abraham's spine.
Your Majesty is right. Their current situation looks wonderful, and their reputation is being praised to an unparalleled degree. But in reality, just like a pig waiting for the New Year, they are heading down the road to being besieged.
Thirty years ago, Abraham could crush and destroy the Holy Boya Empire's palace with his massive body and strength Vampire True Ancestor. But now, with the changes in weaponry, even Abraham is deeply wary of them. If they were to besiege him, he might actually die in the process.
After all, Abraham's soul was not independent, nor was his flesh and blood invincible.
Therefore, Your Majesty's reminder is truly well-intentioned!
Abraham was truly moved, and even decided that if he were ever able to imprison His Majesty in the future, he would have to find a terrible place for him!
Even thinking about how he had been secretly passing on intelligence about the development and research of the Southern Continent to Duoxia and the Northern Continent over the years, he felt a deep sense of guilt.
Thinking of this, he secretly looked up at the pale body sitting on the sofa, filled with shame and remorse.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty!"