Chapter 260: Chapter 260: The Defector of the Blood Moon Cult_1
Based on Aiden’s conjecture, Mr. RedCloth must have extracted a large number of human followers from the already declining Blood Moon Cult to serve as his pawns; that’s why he acted under the flag of the Blood Moon Cult.
From the performance just now, it was obvious that the Reaper’s proxy also harbored deep hatred for Mr. RedCloth.
Clarifying one’s own position could perhaps tease out information about Mr. RedCloth from the other party.
"You are also an enemy of my master," the proxy replied coldly.
"I actually don’t have much of a grudge with your master, strictly speaking it’s you who insisted on provoking me." Aiden shrugged, "Coming to my city to kill, aiming to abduct prisoners from my jail, and in the end, attempting to murder my subordinates... You go around killing and making enemies, so it wouldn’t be unjust if you ended up killed by anyone, right? Even Death itself is truly unlucky to have stumbled upon such a planless proxy like you."
From Aiden’s point of view, the proxy’s actions were largely ruined by his own habit of killing indiscriminately.
To obtain the Reaper’s power, he actually only needed to kill three people, but he killed an extra one, forcing him to dispose of the additional body, which alerted other forces to his presence and modus operandi much sooner.
In the end, he couldn’t suppress his urge to kill and did not lay out a more meticulous plan, rashly making a move on Veronica. If he had been a bit more cautious and secretive, it probably wouldn’t have been so easy for Aiden’s side to track him down.
The proxy remained silent without speaking.
He admitted that his downfall was to a large extent due to his "interest."
In fact, after accepting Death’s mission to come to the autonomous region, he had thought about suppressing his long-standing habit of killing and prioritizing the mission.
But for some reason, after coming to this city, the impulse to kill started to become uncontrollable, and the inexplicable swelling desire tortured him daily—this was almost unheard of before, although he used to take pleasure in killing, but it would only happen once every several weeks or even months.
After seeing that female prison guard yesterday, all he could think about was killing this prime target, so he impatiently sprang into action.
If he had been more patient, spent time observing the guard’s work schedule, and found the right moment to ambush... his fate could have been very different.
And yet, incredulously, once everything went south, that burgeoning desire disappeared without a trace, as if the tide had receded.
It was as if he had been possessed.
"... Still unwilling to say anything?" Seeing he seemed to have no intention of revealing information, Aiden started to entertain the idea of giving up.
But then the proxy spoke up again, "Do you want to kill that man?"
"I only need to do so if necessary," Aiden replied calmly, "But he has disappeared, so I can only collect as much information on him as possible."
He had always assumed that what Melifilia told him about Mr. RedCloth wanting to kill him was true because he felt he couldn’t afford the risk of being unprepared for an assassination by such a powerful being.
"Then I might as well tell you," the proxy suddenly let out a strange laugh from beneath his mask, "After all, I would be pleased to see either of you finished in the end."
Aiden didn’t respond, but tapped the table with his finger, signaling the other party to continue.
So the proxy began to recount, "That man joined the cult about six years ago, a nondescript male witch who, at first glance, seemed no different from the other human servants, just slightly more capable. We usually assign humans to persuade more humans to join the cult, as the bottom rung of our organization and food for the blood race. That man had a way with words, nearly always able to recruit one or two new believers each time... We even considered pulling him to ’our’ side."
"You turned him into a vampire on his first embrace?" Aiden deduced the proxy’s implication.
"Just considered it. We don’t add to our numbers lightly, after all, in this era food is scarce for vampires," the proxy answered.
Aiden thought to himself that they found it scarce because they naturally regarded ordinary humans as their normal food supply.
"In the end, we all underestimated this human," the proxy said slowly, "he actually managed to split the cult in secret, persuading other human followers to betray the Death God and turn to other deities..."
"Which deity?" Aiden asked knowingly.
"They claimed allegiance to the goddess of ’wisdom’ and conspiracy, but who knows what deity it really was?" the proxy said with disdain.
"Seeing how much you hate him... didn’t you try to take revenge?"
Normally, the vampire followers of the Death God should have acted to slaughter Mr. Blood Robe upon realizing his divisive actions.
"We sent a few assassins, blessed by the Death God," the proxy seemed to get a bit angry as he spoke, "everyone but me failed and was killed by him... Damn it!"
"Wait a second, what do you mean you succeeded?" Aiden furrowed his brows, "You killed him?"
"Yes, I did kill him and brought his corpse back to my master," the proxy stated, "But my master told me he wasn’t dead, that body didn’t even have a trace of a remaining spirit."
"What happened?"
"You might not believe it, but that guy seems to have swapped his body and resurrected in someone else’s, then moved into the shadows to manipulate the cult. In the cult, it was with such miracles he was venerated by those seekers of immortality."
"So that’s how it is," Aiden nodded.
"Warden, you’re taking this too easily, aren’t you?" Kael, who had been eavesdropping all along, finally couldn’t help but interject, "How could such a thing be done so easily?"
"Coincidentally, there’s a prisoner in my jail who can do it," Aiden said without even looking at him, "It’s not unusual."
Presia’s unique secret technique could achieve body-swapping, and he himself had inherited this body through Melifilia’s divine power, so to him, such matters were all too familiar.
Presia’s secret technique was the result of delving into the dark arts of spirit magic to the extreme, managing to imitate a part of Divine Power. If the proxy considered Mr. Blood Robe a mediocre warlock, then Mr. Blood Robe must have also relied on Melifilia’s divine power to swap bodies.
"So, you’re saying you don’t know what he looks like now?" Aiden felt a bit disappointed.
"That’s right," the proxy replied.
"Any other information of note?" Aiden asked casually, with a try-it-and-see attitude.
The proxy tried to recall: "While in the cult, he proposed to us that the Blood Moon Cult should declare war on the Temple of Vengeance and offer the authority they worship to my master."
