Gospel of Blood

Chapter 370: Acting as an Undercover Agent

Chapter 370: Acting as an Undercover Agent

“The statue? Your Excellency, the True Ancestor… I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Albrecht laughed awkwardly.

Charlotte glanced at him with a half-smile, not bothering to argue further on the matter.

She continued to play with the newly manifested blood servant mark in her mental world, and chuckled softly.

“Albrecht, my patience is limited, so… don’t think you can deceive me about this. You know exactly what I mean.”

Albrecht: …

Feeling a certain threat emanating from the depths of his soul, his smile grew more strained.

A forbidden blood thrall is nothing more than a master’s slave, with life and death at the master’s whim.

The moment he accepted the contract to become a forbidden blood thrall, he lost the bargaining power to negotiate with her.

Albrecht’s mood plummeted, and in his eyes, the figure sitting high on the Blood Throne seemed more like a demon than he did.

Though he was extremely unwilling and filled with resentment and anger at being tricked, he felt the imprint suppressing his soul and the looming threat to his life.

Ultimately, Albrecht chose to compromise.

His expression fluctuated for a while before he hung his head in resignation, his spirit utterly deflated.

“Albrecht… understands. Albrecht will offer you what you seek as soon as he returns to the real world…”

Hearing his words, Charlotte nodded slightly.

She could hear his thoughts, so she knew the faceless statue wasn’t on him.

However, his promise was genuine.

With the blood servant’s mark, unless he intended to die, Albrecht couldn’t resist any longer.

Albrecht was fundamentally extremely afraid of death. No matter how harsh Charlotte’s conditions were, as long as she didn’t force him to die, he would ultimately have to accept them under the threat of the blood servant’s mark.

Looking at the utterly defeated Albrecht, Charlotte pondered for a moment and then continued.

“From today onwards, you must report all your actions to me.”

“You must stop your plans to conduct sacrifices in Lutecia. Furthermore, all your previous plans must cease, and your future actions must follow my commands.”

This time, Albrecht did not resist.

Having become her forbidden blood thrall and knowing that even the faceless statue would be taken away, all his previous plans were effectively bankrupt.

However…

“Great True Ancestor, what about the Blood Demon Cult and Abaddon…”

Albrecht hesitated and cautiously asked.

He was a Dark Apostle of the Blood Demon Cult.

This title represented not only status and power within the Blood Demon Cult but also the ability to communicate directly with the Blood Demon Archduke.

Though he had never used it, he indeed possessed such power.

It was rooted in his demonic bloodline.

And this power was mutual. While he could communicate with the Blood Demon Archduke, the Archduke could also reach out to him.

This ability was more of a remote communication tool than the restrictive power of the blood servant mark.

However, divine power is omnipotent. Even with just this communication tool, the Blood Demon Archduke could still channel power through their connection.

In other words, although Albrecht had become Charlotte’s blood servant, the Blood Demon Archduke could still seek him out.

At other times, Albrecht might have welcomed this situation, hoping to balance between two “Gods” and leverage their power to gain freedom.

But the forbidden blood thrall was different.

As the harshest slave contract, once signed, it couldn’t be escaped.

In this situation, if the Blood Demon Archduke discovered his condition…

His fate would be sealed with death.

The Blood Demon Archduke would never allow his Dark Apostle to be the blood servant of another being.

Seeing Albrecht’s worried expression, Charlotte chuckled lightly and said,

“No worries. You will still be the Dark Apostle of the Blood Demon Cult. Don’t worry about your identity being exposed. I will be watching over you.”

She wasn’t concerned. Her contract with Albrecht as a blood servant was signed through the Gospel of Blood.

Given that Albrecht was a Legendary, she used the supreme artifact to ensure suppression. With the Gospel of Blood, their contract was mystically linked to the Crimson Star Sea.

If Abaddon, the Blood Demon Archduke, directed his attention to Albrecht, Charlotte would be the first to notice.

The blood servant’s mark was hidden within the soul’s essence, and Albrecht’s essence was linked to the Gospel of Blood.

If the Blood Demon Archduke used divine power or spells to look at him, it would trigger the Gospel of Blood’s Divine Counter!

At that point, Charlotte could modify and conceal the judgments.

If the Blood Demon Archduke used power too strong for Charlotte to counteract…

Then, there was no choice.

At that time, Charlotte would abandon Albrecht.

Of course, there was no need to tell Albrecht these details.

As for Albrecht revealing her identity to the Blood Demon Archduke…

She had written her identity as the highest secret in the blood servant contract. If Albrecht revealed it, it would be an act of suicide.

The harshest slave contract was the harshest because it imposed the severest and most unavoidable penalties for breaking its prohibitions.

If Albrecht broke the contract, his soul would be instantly destroyed by its backlash.

Charlotte knew this, and Albrecht knew this.

So she wasn’t worried about him acting foolishly.

Hearing Charlotte’s words, Albrecht sighed in relief.

But soon, another thought occurred to him, and he couldn’t help but ask.

“Your Excellency, the True Ancestor, do you mean for me to stay in the Blood Demon Cult?”

Charlotte smiled and nodded.

“Of course.”

“I want you to stay in the Blood Demon Cult and develop your power from within.”

“What you intended to do in Lutecia’s Central Council, you will now do for me within the Blood Demon Cult.”

Hearing this, Albrecht felt a chill run down his spine.

The True Ancestor of Blood… wanted him to act as an undercover agent in the Blood Demon Cult!

Not only that, she wanted him to undermine the Blood Demon Archduke’s influence and infiltrate the Blood Demon Cult!

She… she… she was truly here for revenge!

Albrecht wanted to refuse.

He didn’t want to get involved in a divine struggle.

But sensing the blood servant mark in his soul, he knew he had no escape.

On one side was the semi-divine Blood Demon Archduke Abaddon and other potential Bloodborne Princes, and on the other side was the True Ancestor of Blood, his master, who could end his life at any moment.

If he had to offend one…

It seemed he had no choice.

Looking at the figure on the throne, Albrecht finally sighed and said,

“Albrecht… understands.”

Charlotte nodded slightly, satisfied.

“Additionally…”

She turned, summoning a crimson orb of light with a slight gesture.

“Transfer all your memories about the bloodborne to me, including its history.”

Saying this, she gently pushed the orb towards Albrecht.

Albrecht instinctively caught it, quickly realizing it was a manifestation of the bloodborne’s memory-sharing magic in the mental path.

This was unique to the Mental Clan Szelem’s blood magic, but Albrecht wasn’t surprised.

After all, the True Ancestor of Blood mastering all blood magic was to be expected.

As for how Charlotte mastered it, it was naturally through the Gospel of Blood’s Mental Chapter.

“I understand. I will record all relevant memories and offer them to you along with the faceless statue…”

Albrecht replied respectfully.

He didn’t ask why Charlotte wanted those memories.

As a Legendary who had lived for two thousand years, he knew many resurrected myths had incomplete memories that needed external aid to awaken and replenish.

Charlotte wanted to say more, but a familiar fatigue overtook her.

She knew the time for the Blood Summoning was up.

“Remember your promise. I will wait for your offering. Don’t make me take it myself.”

“And don’t try anything. I’ll be watching your every move.”

She said meaningfully.

With that, Charlotte waved her hand, ending the Blood Summoning.

The crimson mist spread and the world plunged into darkness.

Albrecht was sent out of the Dark Night Castle.