But that's not important.
He even prepared a backup plan in advance.
By reporting so many nobles, he had accomplished a great feat, and the Duke of Barlow would only appreciate and appoint the Marquis of Sancher even more as a result.
Most importantly, he also indirectly helped Priscilla become a lord, which was also a way of establishing a good relationship with Shulburne.
Who is the force supporting Shulburn?
Clevina.
Did he really think that by saying she would hand over Shulburn completely to Priscilla, Clavner would have nothing to do with Shulburn anymore?
Don't forget, Priscilla's last name is Clevina.
Lia simply downplayed her relationship with Priscilla, making the nobles believe that their relationship was actually not good.
Therefore, these nobles were eager to take the opportunity to expel Priscilla.
After all, in their eyes, Lia had taken money.
If you've taken the money, why shouldn't you help them?
Well, you know what?
They take the money but won't help.
In short, the Marquis of Sancher had no need to worry about the nobles retaliating against his family after their release from prison.
They don't have the ability, nor the guts.
Marquis Sancher merely responded to Lia's praise with a smile.
It's simply a matter of each person getting what they need.
However, returning to the question Marquis Sancher asked earlier—
How exactly did Viktor do it?
“Although I don’t know exactly what Viktor did, but… Marquis Sancher, you may have forgotten something.”
Lia shrugged, glancing at the silent female tiger-man who stood behind Priscilla.
Following her gaze, the Marquis of Sancher seemed to understand what she meant.
"Ten years ago, Shulben followed the empire's laws and prohibited the enslavement of demi-humans."
"Therefore, in Shulburn, where the number of demi-humans is the largest, the human residents of Shulburn can see demi-humans of various different races."
In other words, the residents of Shulburn had long been accustomed to living in the same urban area as other races.
What they feared and could not accept was not a vampire lord of a different race.
He was a vampire lord who was rumored to be cannibalistic.
"As soon as they realize that Priscilla won't eat them at all."
"And without Priscilla, their current prosperous life will be gone forever."
Lia continued, with a knowing smile.
human nature.
Everyone is greedy, just to varying degrees.
The wonderful life that the residents of Shulbourne enjoy now is undoubtedly the envy of residents in other regions.
The brilliance of their lives is the glory on the faces of each of them.
Once Priscilla is no longer the lord, the residents will not only lose their current prosperity.
They were even subjected to enslavement by other new lords, treated like cattle and horses.
They will absolutely not accept it.
Given this, keeping Priscilla in that position is clearly the best option.
More importantly, there have been no reports of Priscilla eating people in the past decade.
Even the news of people going missing in the surrounding area has only come out recently.
So regardless of whether Priscilla is a vampire or not, it seems that the lives of these humans haven't changed much.
As long as they don't get hurt, it's fine.
Marquis Sancher nodded in approval.
At that moment, Lia seemed to remember something and turned her gaze to the church entrance in the distance.
There, Priscilla seemed somewhat uneasy, standing awkwardly in front of Viktor.
He seemed to be stammering, trying to figure out how to express his gratitude.
Viktor, with his hands in his pockets, calmly watched her.
"Um... thank you very much, Master."
Priscilla clutched the hem of her dress, lowered her head shyly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and dared not look directly at the other person.
"I...I didn't expect you to be alive...Oh no, I'm so glad to see you again!"
Seeing this, Lia smiled with delight.
Even the pink and white fox in her arms looked curiously in that direction.
As expected, she appeared unusually shy at this moment, her gaze shifting uncertainly between Viktor and her body.
“Aunt Liya said I should call you something else, but…but…”
“I just can’t bring myself to say the word ‘father’.”
Priscilla's voice trembled slightly.
"Because it reminds me of my biological father."
Upon hearing this, Lia, who was some distance away, paused, and a sense of guilt arose in her heart.
Okay... she forgot about that.
After all, Priscilla's biological father was already dead.
She shouldn't have forced such a kind child to go against her own feelings.
"so……"
But then, she saw Priscilla suddenly raise her head.
Her gentle gaze slowly moved upwards, cautiously scrutinizing Viktor, afraid that her next words might offend him.
"Dad... Dad."
Ta-da!
Lia's smile froze slightly.
No... something feels off about this atmosphere?
"What you just said..."
Priscilla's gaze roamed up and down Viktor's body, finally settling on his throat.
She swallowed lightly, her fingertips twitched slightly, and her face became even rosier.
"I really can..."
"Suck Daddy's blood?"
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