Building a World Class Empire in another World
Chapter 113: Baron’s perils

Chapter 113: Baron’s perils

The baron stood outside the house, watching carefully and waiting to see what would happen. He was certain that a hundred would be enough to at least stop four people.

But nothing could have prepared his mind for what happened next. A large root tore through the roof of the house, and on it were the four people that he wanted dead.

He locked eyes with Aric for a brief moment before the root started moving through the ground and heading out of the compound.

The militants started attacking the base of the root, wanting to cut it down, but the root was far too thick for them to cut through.

"Hey Baron Fredrick, this means we are officially at war, right?" Aric yelled out his question with a smile as they moved.

He wanted to come to this place in order to get materials for his village. He didn’t want to depend on the system for everything, but now all that had changed because the baron had to be greedy and double-cross him.

The baron felt fear as he watched them leave. He didn’t want this because he knew how much of a threat Aric was, and if he couldn’t kill him now, then it would be a knife at his neck constantly. But from the look of things, he won’t be able to stop Aric.

"There’s no choice. I have to tell everything to the count and have him relay this. The kingdom has a new threat," Fredrick said. He curled his fist in anger, grinding his teeth.

He looked at his home that had now been run through—the explosion, the roots, they had all destroyed the house. He walked to it and saw blood seeping down from under the door, staining his feet.

He stared at the blood for a few seconds, a look of disgust and anger cast over his face. He opened the door slowly. The smell of blood and raw flesh filled his nose immediately. Inside, there was a complete massacre—a hundred men dead on the floor.

The baron felt his stomach churn as he looked at this sight. He tightened his fist even more, his veins popping on his head.

"You bloody half-elf abomination, I’ll make sure that I cut off your limbs and lock you in my dungeon. I’ll torture you until you break," the baron spoke with anger.

"What a gruesome sight this is," a voice said from inside the house. The baron looked at where the voice came from and saw a woman standing at the top of the stairs.

She was draped in a beautiful long black gown. Her skin was as pale as white. Her dark purple hair flowed beautifully from her head to her waist. Her eyes were covered by a black material, and on it was the symbol of the Spirit Cult.

"Who are you?" the baron asked. He watched her carefully.

"Me? I’m simply a harbinger of death, a messenger from the depths of the abyss, the seeker of the dead," she said, carefully walking down the stairs. Her every step resounded inside of the house, and the closer she got, the more apprehensive the baron became.

When she was at the bottom of the stairs, he saw the symbol on her face and immediately knew who she was.

"You are from the Spirit Cult," he said.

"Oh, my symbol does say that, I guess. Well, you are right. I’m a humble disciple of the Spirit Cult. I’ve been staying in your town for three years now, simply working on my task as asked to.

I’ve never interfered with the workings of your town, but just a few moments ago, the smell of death and blood drew me. I tried to ignore it, but it was so overwhelming that I had to come here," she said, a smile hanging on her face, showing her longer than normal canines, looking somewhat like fangs.

"A member of the Spirit Cult living in my town? You should have stayed hidden. This building is already surrounded by a hundred men, and they will storm in here the moment I give the word," the baron said.

"How dumb are you, threatening a member of the Spirit Cult?" she said in a mocking tone and snapped her finger. Immediately after she did that, the doors and windows in the house shut.

The baron immediately got scared. He stared at the woman, slowly backing down. If he couldn’t reach the men outside the house, he would surely die here. There was no way that he would survive against a member of the cult.

"Why are you being so scared, Baron Fredrick? You are a baron and a warrior, right? You should be able to defend yourself," she said. Her voice dripped with mockery as she walked closer to the baron.

The baron kept retreating until his back landed against the cold walls of his home. She stopped in the middle of the dead bodies. She lifted her finger and bit into it with her sharp teeth. She allowed a drop of blood to fall from her finger and hit the ground.

Immediately, the blood hit the ground, and it spread out in a flower-like pattern. Once the pattern touched the bodies, they sunk into the pattern.

The pattern spread out until it covered the entire floor. After a few seconds, the bodies that were pulled into the ground came out again, reconstructed and alive. Their eyes glowed red; they moved like zombies.

The baron sunk to the ground when he saw this. He began screaming madly, but no one outside could hear him.

"You are about to make this town a center of attention, right? After all, you are about to tell the king about that half-elf. Well, you see, I am very much interested in that half-elf and also this kingdom. You will be the anchor point for me to dominate both for the sake of the Spirit Cult."

She walked up to the baron. She pressed her finger on his head. "You are going to be my toy," she said. His eyes glowed red.

"Yes, master," he responded in a robotic tone.