A dozen seconds later he received a comment from [ Bread Knight ]:
"Dude, you're right, but it's a bit too late... The four of us entered the area at almost the same time and lost our sight at the same time. Everyone panicked because they thought some new monster was about to jump out. Anyway, after running around in a frenzy, we're now completely lost inside."
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] twitched his lips, feeling that it made sense.
If a squad is simultaneously blinded, a typical player would certainly assume that a powerful enemy is nearby.
It seems that the two of us were simply lucky not to have had a similar experience.
Thinking this through, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] continued to reply to [ Bread Knight's ] comment:
"Then look at the mini-map and try to meet up in one place. There are two of us here; we should be able to find you in about two hours."
"Really? Thank you so much for saving my life!"
"No need to thank me yet, it's charged per person. I'll send you the price privately."
"No problem, no problem. As long as you can take us out, that's fine. Our Sandwich Adventurer Party just wants to see the scenery of the Wilderness of Chaos; we're not interested in quests or anything like that."
"What Sandwich Adventurer Party?"
"These are our four IDs. I'm [ Bread Knight ], and the other three are [ Butter Archer ], [ Ham Warrior ], and [ Lettuce Priest ]."
The " Shit Appraisal Master " opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then realized that "[ Good Times Don't Last ]" had already gone far away, and for a moment he didn't know who to complain to.
I just left a restaurant serving four Chinese dishes and now I have to go rescue the Sandwich quartet... Could it be that I've been too engrossed in games lately and haven't been getting enough nutrition?
Lost in strange thoughts, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] found [ the Good Times Don't Last ]. The two returned the way they came towards the area where their senses were deprived, discussing along the way how much they should charge for rescuing the person from their predicament.
A wisp of consciousness returned to his body from the endless abyss, and long-dormant memories began to slowly revive, with a wealth of information surfacing in his mind.
name--
Oliver Adelaide.
age--
324 years old.
identity--
Adelaide Lineage.
The Last Memory--
One Short-Eared Elf punched itself into a Psionic Energy circle, while another short-eared elf threw a small mountain at it, causing its memory to be interrupted.
The vampire marquis named Oliver had roughly sorted out his thoughts.
The last memory explained why he was in this state—there is no seal in the world that lasts indefinitely, and the fact that he could regain a sliver of reason could only mean that the seal was beginning to loosen.
Although his five senses have not recovered at all and his body is unable to move even a fraction, as a noble marquis, he has many ways to escape.
After recuperating for a period of time and accumulating sufficient power, Oliver released the first Psionic Energy Formula to summon the Blood Corpse.
The spell's coverage radius was nearly a hundred kilometers, and thousands of Blood Corpse rushed towards their sealed locations upon hearing the news.
He even sensed the presence of a count from the Antos Lineage, but unfortunately, the count was constantly resisting his control and even forcibly leaving his summoning range despite immense mental pressure.
The Count's escape exceeded Oliver's expectations; still in a semi-conscious state, he realized a fact—
It must have been a very long time since he was sealed away, otherwise his power shouldn't have declined to such an extent.
With this thought in mind, his consciousness drifted into a deep sleep.
When Oliver awoke again, he was able to sense a large number of Blood Corpse gathered within a few kilometers.
After forcibly controlling a few lucky Blood Corpse and briefly observing the outside world, Oliver realized that the small mountain pressing down on him had now completely blended into the environment, and the Blood Corpse had no chance of crawling in to offer their blood to revive him.
Since that's the case, we have no choice but to start digging.
After giving a simple excavation order, Oliver fell asleep again.
But this time he didn't wake up naturally; instead, he heard voices that seemed to be directed at him.
After carefully examining the thousands of Blood Corpse, he was astonished to discover that there were four intelligent Blood Corpse near the sealed area, all of which belonged to the Adelaide Lineage.
While maintaining their Blood Corpse state and remaining loyal to themselves, they were actually able to communicate with each other!
The delirious Oliver had no interest in figuring out where they came from. After understanding what the man and his companion had said, Oliver was certain that the man possessed extraordinary talent.
He intended to control the Blood Corpse and make it his temporary body, but after trying his best to erode it for a long time, he still failed ( Ed: whistling nonchalantly).
No, I can't let my intelligent and thoughtful subordinates discover my weaknesses.
Oliver quickly changed tactics, replacing the erosion of sanity with a gaze, making the four intelligent Blood Corpse aware of his presence.
Within the consciousness of that Blood Corpse, Oliver clarified what exactly a "production line" was and approved of the other party's plan.
After receiving his promise, the four who gained command of the Blood Corpse officially began their work, while Oliver once again exhausted the power he had gathered during this period and fell into a deep sleep.
At this moment, the great vampire Marquis Oliver Adelaide awakens once more.
A surge of Psionic Energy emanated from the small hill, and the four members of [ Clear Soup Master ] immediately realized that the Marquis's condition had improved compared to before. They quickly straightened their attitude and began to carefully supervise the operation of the Blood Corpse production line.
"[ Clear Soup Master ], my servant."
Oliver called out that tongue-twisting name in the minds of the Soul Returner.
"My lord, it is a pleasure to learn that you have awakened once again."
"Well, there's no need for flattery."
Oliver observes everything outside the seal through the eyes of [ Clear Soup Master ]:
How is the tunnel excavation progressing?
[ Clear Soup Master ] strode over to the location of the Blood Corpse that was being excavated and showed the Marquis in his mind the progress of the tunnel excavation.
Oliver's dissatisfaction was transmitted to [ Clear Soup Master ] through the blood connection between the two:
"This is what you call an 'assembly line'? Why is it so slow?"
"My lord!"
[ Clear Soup Master ] immediately offered a humble defense:
"It hasn't been that long!"
He deliberately spoke vaguely, wanting to set a trap for the marquis in his mind.
The delirious marquis unsurprisingly fell into the trap, and, guided by the answer, he countered with a question:
How long has it been since I last woke up?
Haha, this old man really has no idea how long he's been asleep.
[ Clear Soup Master ] answered confidently:
"One day (three days)."