Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 121
Imperial Knights (1)

“Let me lead you there.”

“That seems like a waste of time. Just use your bat to guide me.”

“Understood.”

He watched as Fabian conjured a bat and made his way outside the mansion.

Calling upon the power of the shadows.

A black puddle rose from the floor, forming an armor from his feet up, and when it reached his waist, the power released and the shadow vanished.

“It can’t?”

He considered using Lord Mode to travel quickly aboard the Shadow Dragon, but from the amount of shadow that was pooling, it seemed there was a cooldown.

Time flew by.

Once he became familiar with the Power of the Shadow Lord, he would be able to use it without the constraint of this cooldown.

For now, though, it can’t be utilized.

He created a shadow alter ego.

Five alter egos.

“Hoh…”

Normally, the more alter egos there are, the more evenly divided and weaker his own power should be.

It’s actually less than expected.

It seems that about half of his power is retained, and the rest is shared by his alter egos.

“Interesting.”

He didn’t know if it was because he’d reached the level of Shadow Lord, or if it was because the God of the Sea had entered his body.

Not sure which.

Whatever it may be, it’s not all that bad.

If anything, it brought about a new advantage.

“Go.”

At his command, the shadow alter egos moved in unison, shifting from human to a more bestial form and kicking off the ground.

*Boom!*

The shadows quickly disappeared from his sight.

Fabian’s bat will guide him to the location of the other organization members with the ID badges.

When his Shadow alter ego is in position, he’ll make quick work of his enemies and snatch the IDs.

Redin stretches for a moment.

“Whew.”

After a reasonable period of time, one of the Shadows arrives at its destination.

*Shuuak!*

As the dense mass of black shadow engulfed his body, the surroundings immediately changed.

A densely vegetated forest.

The tall trees blocked out the sun, but light still managed to slip through and illuminate the ground.

And up ahead, a group of vampires.

“Shit.”

“This is fucking hell.”

A race whose weaknesses were as pronounced as its strengths.

As a non pureblooded vampire like Fabian, all physical abilities were diminished by the presence of the sun.

That’s why he could see they were exhausted.

It would have been different at night, but there was no reason for him to wait that long.

“How far are you planning to run!”

“Just come over here. We’ll make this quick.”

Across from the vampires, what appears to be other members of the Organization were rushing toward them, their lips curling up in a smile.

*Thump!*

Kicking the ground, he rushed forward.

Utilizing the white tiger stride, he charged towards the nearest enemy and thrust his fist.

*BOOM!*

A massive shockwave swept across the field. Enemies caught in surprise, he ran up to the one who managed to resist the attack and punched him in the gut.

*Bam!*

*Keuk!*

The man coughed up blood and gnashed his teeth. Watching him falter slowly as he stared at the man’s face, Redin lifted his foot.

*Thwack!*

He jumped and spun around, and kicked him in the head.

The vampires gulped and stared at the sight of it. Holding his hand out, they scurried over and handed over the ID badge.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Take that one in front of you to Fabian, he seems to be useful.”

“Understood.”

Watching as the vampires walked away, he examined the ID badge in his hand.

A square plaque with the emblem of the Oberg Empire.

The number engraved beneath it was 7.

The Imperial Knights were ranked by skill, with the Knights Commander carrying the number 1 and the least competent carrying the number 12.

An identification badge that bore the number 2.

There was one useful ability there.

“Take this with you.”

He handed the badge back to the vampires because it wasn’t what he was looking for.

Then,

A second shadow signaled its arrival. Once again, he used [shadow shift].

*Shuuak!*

He found himself in a new area, a cave.

He saw the organization members lounging around a campfire.

Recognizing the clown symbol, it was Pierre’s group.

A guy who appears to have some talent stood up.

“Who are you?”

Redin pointed to the Blood mark on his chest.

“Just give me your ID badge and I’ll be on my way.”

“Fuck that.”

The guy came charging at him, holding a dagger the size of a palm. A series of short, rapid strikes. The kind that leaves an afterimage.

Dodging all of them, he grabbed the guy’s arm.

*Crack!*

As he snapped the man’s wrist, the dagger he was holding fell from his grasp. Snatching it up, he jabbed it into the man’s shoulder and pushed him towards his group.

The reason for not killing him was to instill fear.

If he killed all of them, which is the core of the organization, it would weaken the power of the Oberg Empire in the future.

Dealing with Rodwell.

And Fabian to replace him.

An ideal afterthought.

It was beneficial to instill the appropriate fear, to make them afraid of Blood as well as Fabian.

So that these guys would comply out of fear.

“Arrgghhh!”

“Give me your identification badge.”

“Damn it!”

Beginning with the fearless one, he rounded up all the others in front of him.

One by one, he broke their limbs.

Their weapons lodged somewhere in their bodies.

“Next, I’ll go for the heart.”

He held up his hand.

“Identification badge.”

The man who’d been the first to lunge at him handed over the ID badge.

This time, it was number 5.

Although he didn’t need it, he clipped it to his waistband. The whole point of coming to these guys was to seize their ID badges.

“I have one.”

A shadow signaled that it had arrived at the location. Redin switched places with another shadow alter ego.

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The Obelia Castle is being constructed.

The surrounding land rapidly developed.

New citizens flocked to the city.

They volunteered as soldiers for the Empire, worked in construction, trades, and other fields, contributing greatly to the development of the Capital.

*Clip-clop!*

*Clip-clop!*

A luxurious carriage pulled up to the western gate.

“The Duke Fabian.”

At the coachman’s word, the soldiers guarding the gates opened it for them.

A finely paved path leading into the castle.

The horses trotted along, pulling the carriage. Once inside the gates, they traveled in the direction of the castle.

Facing south towards the castle.

The carriage pulled to a stop in front of a fancy building not far from the castle. The coachman walked over to the carriage door and opened it.

“Duke, we’ve arrived at the appointed location.”

Fabian, who was inside, climbed down the steps and alighted from the carriage.

He was dressed impeccably.

Following him out of the carriage was Vivian, wearing a beautiful red dress. She walked up to Fabian and put her arm around him.

“Shall we go?”

“Sure.”

Fabian walked with Vivian into the restaurant up ahead. As they walked in, a waitress approached them.

“Welcome.”

A deep curtsy.

The waitress gave Fabian and Vivian a respectful bow and led them to their assigned table.

At the highest level of the building.

An independent space built outdoors.

Looking around, one could see the Obelia itself, the castle rising high above, and the scenery was spectacular.

“This is the place.”

The waitress opened the beautifully decorated door, and there were tables and chairs set up in advance.

Fabian and Vivian walked over to a place with two adjacent chairs and sat down.

“It’s almost time for the scheduled time, and no one’s here. Doesn’t this mean no one’s coming?”

Fabian smiled at Vivian’s worries.

“There was a carriage that arrived earlier, I think they’re trying to be later than us to avoid some kind of squabble…..”

Perhaps it was because he knew what was about to transpire, but the behavior of the Dukes seemed amusing.

So he waited patiently for them.

A little after the appointed time. They appeared one by one. The first to arrive was Iphas, the head of the Hekan.

Dressed in a black dress, Iphas snorted at Vivian before taking a seat across from her.

“Am I the only one here?”

No sooner had the words left her lips though, than the flamboyantly dressed head of Pierre, Buckerjaw, strode in.

With a swaggering stride, he sat down next to Iphas and smiled broadly.

“Duke Fabian, the last time I asked you to dine with me, you turned your back on me. Has there been a change of heart? I never thought I’d see you here.”

“Well, since we’re supposed to be working together, I thought we should get a little acquainted.”

“Is that so? Hahaha.”

Iphas shook his head as Buckerjaw chuckled raucously.

Then Jeff, the Head of the Untouchables, walked over, brushing off his clothes.

“It feels like we haven’t seen each other, it’s nice to see you all.”

“It’s hardly been a long time since we ate together yesterday. Come on, sit down, I’m starving.”

The corner of Jeff’s mouth twitched slightly at Iphas’s words, but he quickly composed himself and sat down.

Fabian lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, and the staff that had been preparing in advance began to bring in the food.

To start, they served bread and soup.

Buckerjaw took the soup first and blinked in surprise.

“Oh. It’s really good, huh?”

“I heard that the chef here has some kind of reputation on the continent, so I’ve arranged a table for us, do you like it?”

“It makes me want to change chefs.”

“I’m glad you like it, and you can look forward to the main dish that follows.”

After that, casual conversation ensued.

There was small talk about random things, and then the main course was served and they were nearing the end of the course.

“I enjoyed our meal today, and I hope we have more like it in the future.”

Iphas nodded at Buckerjaw’s remark, and Jeff managed a stifled smile.

“Very well. Next time, I’ll try to organize something.”

“Then should we get up?”

Fabian laughed at Iphas’s words.

“Let’s grab some dessert.”

*Clap!* *Clap!*

With Fabian’s clapping, a waiter came out with a platter covered with a silver cloche.

The platter was placed on the table.

Fabian grasped the handle of the silver cloche that rested on it and lifted it.

On the plate was a rectangular plaque badge.

About the size of his palm, it bore the emblem of the Oberg Empire, and beneath it were numbers.

Three and four.

Two identification badges.

“This is…..”

“Huh!”

“Identification badges?”

The three dukes made various expressions. One looked surprised, one wore a serious countenance, and one cackled.

Buckerjaw lifted his chin in amusement.

“Congratulations, you’ve got two. But did you arrange this meeting so you could show them off?”

“Does it look that way?”

“It does.”

As Fabian dipped his head down and smiled slightly, there was a small commotion from the direction of the stairs.

Someone stumbling and falling.

There were hurried labored breaths.

And then each of the duke’s subordinates made their entrance. They approached their respective masters and whispered quietly in their ear.

The corners of Fabian’s mouth curled upward.

He was able to deduce what was being said without needing to listen.

‘We’ve failed to secure the identification badges.’

‘The Blood Organization swept up all the IDs.’

Things like that.

The three dukes’ eyes transformed when they heard the news from their subordinates. They looked greedily at the ID badges on the table.

Looking at them, Fabian spoke up.

“If I were to give it freely, it would seem insincere, so I’m going to make a deal.”

“What kind of a deal?”

“Whoever makes me an offer I’m satisfied with, I’ll give you all of these identification badges.”