Alyon didn't seem too surprised at the suggestion from his partner.

"It may be most logical to solve this problem without using the resources we have available."

Nafız shouted in the astonished glances of the crowd around her.

"Only that bean pole remains; the rest of you can come out in the evening!"

The crowd suddenly fell silent when she showed the people living in the dungeon a way to save their lives. Nafız thought that human beings are people everywhere. When his parents died, the people they had helped before turned their back on them. Mora had extraordinary abilities and was always kind to her loved ones until the pain happened to her.

Nothing has changed in this third life either, as he thought that disloyalty is in the yeast of man, a feeble scream broke the silence.

"No, I will not leave Uncle Gulag alone!"

These words came from none other than Joshua, who hugged the skinny man's legs and shed tears. The boy's bravery struck the confused crowd, and they began to form a set in front of the Gulag.

As Alyon laughed, Nafız pulled the little boy out of the crowd with her whip. Trying to breathe while the whip squeezed his throat, the poor boy was struggling with his mouth wide open.

Nafız sent a walnut-sized pellet of medicine from the area on his ring directly from the throbbing boy's mouth to his stomach. Feeling like a volcano had erupted in his stomach, the poor kiddy struggled like crazy on the ground, while Nafız tied him to the ground with one foot on his waist.

People got angry with the effects of what they saw and attacked Nafız. They couldn't keep quiet about this torment on a tiny child, even dying would have been a more honorable act than that.

As the blood-red whips sang in front of them, a pit formed at their feet. As the group stopped for a moment in the face of this attack, Nafız started to speak.

"Fortunately, you weren't people without honor. You forced me to use a treasured item. "

When she finished her speech, looking at the child who was screaming on the ground, Alyon called out.

"If the current Sacred Blood Sect Leader saw what you did, I'm sure he would vomit blood!"

The situation of Alyon, who started to laugh with great laughter, and the child struggling on the ground, was like a black humor movie. On top of all this absurdity, Nafız called out to the crowd with fiery eyes.

"This child belongs to me now. If any of you try to harm the child or tell someone what happened today, I guarantee that no one who knows his name will survive!"

Upon offensive threats, Alyon smashed the human-sized rock with a single blow and said, "Everyone except the Gulag will return to their places; nobody in the dungeon will die today."

The dungeon dwellers did not trust this duo, whose movements and words changed every minute, but they had no choice but to do what they were told. Walking with shaky steps towards the orc couple, the Gulag was falling about what had happened to them.

"Sir, whatever you do to me, but please don't kill the people in the dungeon."

"We passed that chapter, old man. Tell me how you planned to stop Godfrey. "

Nafız grabbed the Gulag, who could not escape the influence of what had happened, by his shoulders and shook him a little.

"Mighty warriors, thanks to my many years of work, I have come close to making a serum that will capture the city lord's self."

Paying attention to the words of the gray-robed man, Alyon said, "I want some more detail."

"Sir, after this serum, which I prepared using the blood of the cruel Godfrey and my blood, is injected into his veins, he will have to obey my orders like the members of the pack following the alpha beast. All I'm missing is the blood of a fully conscious monster. If I get it, I can be 100 percent sure of success. "

To kill a tyrant meant only another tyrant came to rule the city. The only reason the Gulag endured this life of ordeal was to stand in the closest direction of evil and gain the most benefit for good. While the puppet on stage seemed to rule the city, he worked hard to take over by standing in the shadows.

"What do you say, Nafız? It looks like we will have to change our plan again!"

Alyon started laughing when he realized they would change their plans for the third time since they set out. Nafız threw a tube of blood at the Gulag while staring at the grinning big-headed Orca beside her.

"When can you finish the serum at the earliest senile?"

The Gulag, staring at the glass tube he had taken in disbelief, responded excitedly.

"If I start now, I am sure that I will bring it to the sunrise the next day."

When the Gulag's footsteps stopped running to his lab without completing his word, Alyon asked in a whisper.

"Nafız, why did you feed the child that medicine? First, you created a blood warrior, and then this event, you want to expose us?"

After a long glance at Alyon, Nafız started the conversation calmly.

"Brainless big head! Have you never learned a lesson from the memories you inherited? When our masters died, what do you think was why they were left alone in a cave? "

Faced with another question in response to his question, Alyon stared blankly at him, and Nafız continued his words.

"Didn't the tribe on one side and the cult on the other sacrifice our masters to sustain their existence? This time things will be different. We will gather around us who will fight for you and me. My thinking, my actions will always be in this direction. What do you think?"

After her words, Alyon threw the Warhammer on the back and, without saying anything, started walking towards one of the holes in the dungeon. Looking after Alyon, Nafız thought, "No matter how clever, he is an Orc, I wonder if I was too loaded."

Nafız watched the crowd in front of the boy from the cell entrance where Joshua and his family lived, and after waiting a while, she saw that they still did not leave.

"Those other than his family get away from here."

His parents, trembling with fear when they saw Nafız, managed to get ahead of the child.

"No need to worry; I will give some information on critical issues."

Nafız explained the changes the child will undergo and the features that they will need to hide. While leaving the various technical books, she firmly advised them not to tell anyone about what happened.

"Sir, we are just uneducated villagers. This is the first time we've seen figures and writings on papers; how will Joshua understand them? "

Before Nafız could get out of the hole, the father, who was scrambling the books in his hand, hastily spoke. Nafız, who continues to walk, said without turning her back, "When he wakes up, you will understand everything.

The Mora's father was one of the continent's most excellent craftsmen, while his mother, whom he lost in childbirth, was a highly specialized alchemist. While Mora was burning with her mother's longing, she had clung to this profession, which she saw as her legacy, from her childhood.

The whole cult knew that she specialized in poison because of her adaptation to her combat style. Hurt her opponent once in training and tournament matches was enough to declare the result. She had just celebrated her thirteenth birthday when her name came to be a poison genius.

However, there was something that no one knew. While the young girl drew attention to her venom expertise, she secretly studied ancient techniques of the Sacred Blood Sect. Thanks to his mother's secret diary, which he found when he was ten years old, a brand new and secretly hidden world was opened before him.

In the sect where she was born, in the event of the death of ancestors and high-ranking disciples, the blood from their bodies was taken before burial and kept in special containers. Stored in a forbidden area of the Sacred Blood Sect, this blood was used to transfer the legacy created by thousands of years of work to new generations.

Thanks to these inheritance pills given to the two best students of each generation, the sect maintained its power. If the ancestors of the sect knew that a peasant boy used the Prize of the Mora's, they would do whatever they could to curse the lineage of the person who did it.

Nafız came to the middle of the empty square, immersed in the memories of his master. As the long and hectic day gave way to night, she muttered to himself before surrendering to fatigue.

"Ah, Mora ah!"

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If it is good in disaster, it is that it introduces our true friends.

Balzac