As the helmsman of the Crimson Family, even with Grim's laziness, he had to spend a lot of time dealing with the reports from various places.
There were requests for resources, proposals for research projects, requests for leave, routine work reports, job briefings …
In just two to three days, the wide wooden table in Grimm's residence was filled with thick stacks of documents from within the family and various factions. With the thickness and height of these documents, Grim was really worried that he would be crushed to death if they collapsed.
In the past, most of these things were handled by Gargamel and Meryl.
Now, Gargamel had been dragged away by the ear by the forest demon, worrying all day about Emelia's' mutation '. Even the internal affairs of the Blazing Flame Monarch had been neglected. Meryl seemed to feel the immense pressure from within the family, dissatisfied that she was still a rank 1 intermediate Magus even after advancing for decades.
She had actually thrown the family's affairs to Grim these days, running off to train in the Dark Forest.
Once these two subordinates let go, Grim would have to suffer a lot.
If not for the A.I. Chip's help, he only needed to copy the A.I. Chip's words onto the parchment like a rubber stamp before stamping it with his personal seal. Perhaps the 'hard work' of the past ten days would have driven him crazy.
Fortunately, before Meryl left, she left Winlier, an excellent 'advisor', behind, so Grimm did not really go crazy.
News of the successful activation of the rank 4 Magus Golem Dragon was undoubtedly of the utmost importance, so Venlier immediately sent it to Grim. After carefully reading the report submitted by the Wind Wizard, Sella, Grim could not help but narrow his eyes as he pondered.
The appearance of this rank 4 Magus Golem Dragon was perfect, filling a fatal flaw in the Crimson Family's lack of top-notch combat power. However, how to use it obviously required a high level of political and strategic thinking.
Apart from that, the brain monster of Lance had also submitted a report, urging for the six Magic Furnaces to be completed. Although Grim had already made an agreement with the brain monster, he still needed to consider how and when to carry it out.
This brain monster was not trustworthy. If he strengthened its subordinates too much, Grim was worried that it would take over the Lance Plane and leave the Crimson Family behind. It was precisely because of this that Grim did not allow the brain monster to have any ideas about the Golem Dragons and Metal Titans.
In addition, the Thunder Dragon Armes, the Emerald Female Dragon Aretina, and a large number of Green Dragons were also an additional force to intimidate the brain monster. As long as the brain monster did not rebel and cut off the connection between the Crimson Family and Lance Plane, Grim would allow it to do as it pleased.
However, if it wanted too much, Grimm would not mind teaching it a 'small' lesson!
In the past, before Grimm reached Tier 3, he could only try his best to rope in and appease Tier 3 brain monsters. However, now that he had the strength of a Grade 3 Divine Warrior, he had the ability to punish them at crucial moments.
Therefore, Grimm's attitude towards the Type-3 brain monster was rather subtle.
However, Grim seemed a little restless today. He was indifferent to these important matters of the family. Instead, he focused all his attention on a certain place in the higher levels of the Flame Monarch's Wizard Pagoda.
Mary had not stepped out of her residence for many days. She had even turned on the Defensive Spell Formation to isolate all information from the outside world. Even with his authority in the Wizard's Pagoda, Grimm could barely sense that her Soul Ripples were still active, though they were fluctuating more intensely.
Half a year ago, Mary had already reached the peak of Tier 2. After the battle at the Tower of Destiny, she seemed to have benefited greatly. She had locked herself in a secret room the moment she returned and never showed herself again.
According to Grimm's calculations, she would not be so foolish as to attempt to level up now.
After all, reaching Tier 3 was a huge threshold for a Wizard. Those below Tier 3 were considered low-level, and those at Tier 3 were considered high-level. As a result, the Sorcerer's soul would undergo a drastic change that would leave one speechless.
Grimm had already made a series of preparations for Mary's advancement. He had even sealed the Tier 3 Vampire and sent it to Mary. But this silly woman still had to tell me before she advanced, so that I could be mentally prepared in advance!
But thinking about Mary's personality, Grimm could only shake his head in regret.
Impulsive, reckless, hot-tempered, easily angered … These were Mary's most distinctive traits!
After Grimm advanced to Tier 3, even though Mary appeared to be unusually happy, the stubbornness in her heart could still be clearly seen.
This could be seen from how passionate and fiery she was in bed!
Now, she also had hopes of advancing to Tier 3. With her personality, it was already commendable that she could suppress her restlessness and wait until this moment to advance.
That was why Grimm had not left the Flame Monarch's Wizard Pagoda even after such a huge change had occurred in the Gnome Dimension. He had to guard the Flame Monarch and the secret room at all times to prevent the outside world from disturbing Mary's advancement.
Now that he thought about it, Mary's advancement should be coming to an end!
…
Within the secret room.
This place had already turned into a sea of blood.
Putrid blood rose from the large pool of blood in the middle of the secret room, spreading to every corner of the room. Every time the crimson mist reached the walls of the secret chamber, it would be repelled by an overflowing layer of magic barrier.
The blood in the large pool rippled, putrid and sticky. The energy contained within was so dense that it left one speechless. The giant dragon souls bound by the Wizard Formation would occasionally transform into their dragon forms, raising their necks and letting out mournful roars.
Unfortunately, no matter how much they struggled or roared, they could not break free from the pool of blood. They could not escape the tragic fate of their dragon blood essence being slowly absorbed by their enemies.
Above the pool of blood, an elderly noble dressed in luxurious clothes was bound in the air by four or five silver chains. The coarse chains pierced through his collarbone, ribs, shoulder blades, wrists, and feet, rubbing against his flesh and causing the wounds on his body to remain unhealed.
Droplets of viscous dark red blood continuously fell into the pool of blood below him. Every drop that fell into the pool would create a terrifying blood storm.
In the depths of the dark and thick pool of blood, a blurry figure was at the bottom of the pool, silently absorbing the surging blood energy that was on the verge of exploding.
The leap from rank 2 to rank 3 was a leap in essence and a huge change in one's origin!
If rank 1 Sorcerers were cannon fodder in planar wars, then rank 2 Sorcerers were the strongest among the cannon fodders. As for rank 3 Sorcerers, they could be considered qualified soldiers for planar expeditions.
Although they were still far from being able to give orders, they were no longer cannon fodder that could be casually thrown away!
Mary's Vampire Physique belonged to the ranks of Bloodline Sorcerers. Their advancement speed was fast, but they had to bear the shackles of the bloodline shackles. If not for Grim's capture of the old Vampire Hennes Vik, Mary would not have been able to advance to rank 3. With Mary's Vampire Physique, it would have been almost impossible for her to advance to rank 3.
Now, what Mary needed to do was to suck the old Vampire Hennes Vik dry. Using the old Vampire's blood to cleanse and purify her bloodline, she could break the bloodline shackles and advance to rank 3.
If she directly absorbed all of the old Vampire's blood, with the strength of a rank 3 Vampire, she could easily turn the tables and devour Mary. That was why Mary needed this high-quality blood pool to cleanse and purify the old Vampire's soul aura, so that she could gradually absorb everything from him.
In a corner of the secret room, the blood coffin that Grim had meticulously made for her was ready.
After she absorbed everything from the old Vampire and all the blood energy in the blood pool, she would enter the blood coffin and fall into a long slumber. With the help of the mysterious spell formation on the blood coffin, Mary would be able to smoothly advance through the long slumber.
This advancement process was tailor-made for her by Grim, and it was completely different from other Vampires.
Grimm made use of his familiarity with Mary and the old Vampire to design such a simple-minded promotion process, almost ignoring all possibilities of human error.
As long as Mary's innate talent was not too bad, her chances of advancing would be as high as 89% according to this process.
However, it was still unknown when Mary would be able to break out of the coffin, so Grim could only silently guard the Blazing Flame Monarch and wait for the good news.
And this wait lasted for seven years.
… …
Seven years later.
Within the secret room.
The blood mist that pervaded the room had long since dissipated.
The huge blood pool on the floor had dried up, and the rippling blood could no longer be seen. There was only a layer of black powder three fingers thick at the bottom of the pool.
The old Vampire bound by the silver chains had died a long time ago. The flesh on his body had long since faded away, leaving only his broken bones and tattered robes hanging in the air, not moving at all.
The strange blood coffin in the corner of the secret room that had not moved for seven years began to sway slightly with a strange creaking sound.
Moments later, the sounds from within the blood coffin became more and more obvious.
Finally, the person in the coffin exerted force, and the tightly sealed coffin lid creaked to the side, revealing the pitch-black space within.
Soon after, a snow-white, delicate, and beautiful female hand rested on the edge of the coffin.
Perhaps the owner of the small hand was suffocated by the turbid air in the coffin. With a wave of anger, the owner of the small hand swung the coffin cover that weighed half a ton. The coffin cover flew out with a tremendous force and smashed heavily against the opposite wall.
The naked Mary supported her head as she sat up in the blood coffin, and could not help but let out a series of curses.
Who am I? Why am I here? Where is this place?
Soon after, memories and emotions flooded her limbs and bones like a tide, allowing her to regain her sense of self.
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