CHAPTER 75: CHAPTER 66: FIVE-STAR HANS

Will I?

Losa instinctively glanced at Furinjira.

In his eyes, Furin was a bit arrogant, spoke nonsense, occasionally burst out with profanity, somewhat mischievous, yet at times very obedient.

But what if there’s no restraint?

Furinjira would become a vampire demon who would casually take lives, feast on blood, and regard human life as worthless.

According to the setting, if she fully unleashes herself, exhibiting the still-locked ability "Tyrant Transformation," she would transform into a terrifying monster with countless fleshy tendrils that pierce enemies, absorbing blood, and as long as the blood doesn’t dry up, she would remain immortal.

How many would die at her hands?

"Have you made up your mind?"

Baldwin IV’s voice remained gentle; even through the veil, Losa seemed to see a gentle smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, you’re not much older than me."

Losa sighed softly, "But I feel like I’m conversing with a wise elder."

"Maybe it’s because I’m close to dying."

"People always gain new insights when they’re about to die."

Baldwin IV joked lightly, "Losa, stand down. I wish to finish this book today. You still have someone to deal with, and he’s quite dissatisfied with my appointment."

"Are you referring to... the one from the Welf Family?"

Baldwin IV nodded slightly.

Then, he looked at Prajna and Furinjira, "Ladies, thank you for your help. If you don’t mind, you’re welcome to visit again in the future."

Prajna nodded slightly, feeling a touch of respect for this human king.

As the gatekeeper of Hell, she had seen the ugly side of humans near death.

Furinjira also agreed with Baldwin IV’s words; those dirty, hideous, barbaric werewolves indeed are things no sentient being wishes to become, even in death.

"We are leaving, Your Majesty."

Walking through the dark corridor, Losa’s expression was somewhat pensive.

Baldwin IV was right; a king, or rather a leader, cannot degenerate into a beastly monster, no matter if the transformation only occurs once a month.

For no one could control them.

In other words, position dictates one’s perspective.

Once many people ascend to the elite class, they seem to change species and no longer speak for the lower class, instead oppressing them alongside the upper class.

Even more so!

They wish to remove the ladder for the lower class to climb up, solidifying class disparity forever.

Who can guarantee that, even if the species changes, Baldwin IV will remain the king who treats his subjects, even the heretics, with kindness and equality?

But that is an opportunity to survive, after all.

Losa turned back, looking at the end of the dark corridor, at the door that was being slowly closed by the attendants, and softly said, "How could he refuse so decisively?"

"Doesn’t he wish to live?"

...

After spending a short time in the inner courtyard, upon exiting, the sky appeared much gloomier.

A thick cloud layer slowly drifted in from afar.

The air carried a hint of the earthy fragrance emitted just before a heavy rain.

Losa returned to the Royal Knight Order’s base.

He surveyed the Winged Cavalry, each sporting the Royal Knight Order emblem on their chest armor.

Finally, he shifted his gaze to the forefront, where Hans was now donned in a new red-and-white cloak.

"Hans, come with me."

"Yes."

He took Hans into the hall of the resting quarters, speaking to Prajna, "You and Furinjira stay here; don’t let anyone in."

Closed the door tightly.

"Take off your cloak and sit down."

Losa gestured for Hans to sit on the chair opposite.

Hans, somewhat apprehensive, asked, "My lord, do you have a secret mission for me?"

"No."

Losa looked at Hans, who had been following him the longest, second only to Prajna.

Diligent and dependable.

The intimacy grew rapidly.

Aside from his low quality, which prevented Losa from upgrading him despite weighing the pros and cons, he could practically be considered a model worker.

"Hans, your luck has come; do you wish to ascend to Four-Star?"

Hans answered without hesitation, "Yes, of course I do!"

"Even if the price is becoming a werewolf?"

"A were... werewolf?"

Hans was momentarily stunned, his expression somewhat complex as he murmured, "My lord, you know I am a devout believer. I grew up in a monastery."

"So you’re going to refuse?"

Hans raised his head, with a hint of a smile beneath his golden hair, "No, my lord, so I know very well that those who claim to be sacred are not truly sacred after all."

"Merely becoming a werewolf is a cost I can accept. After all, with you overseeing me, I wouldn’t become a rabid beast that only knows to devour humans."

He kneeled on one knee, extending both hands, "I am willing to accept your grace."

Losa placed the crystal bottle in his palm, "This is not grace, but my reward for your service to me."

"My lord, how do I use this? Do I just drink it?"

Seeing Losa nod, Hans didn’t hesitate for a moment, removing the small wooden stopper and promptly drinking the liquid inside.

Losa advised, "If it hurts, bear it; don’t shout."

Hans shook his head, "My lord, I don’t feel pain, just warmth in my stomach, like I’ve drunk a bottle of strong liquor."

"It seemed not to have taken effect yet."

Losa looked Hans up and down.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on Hans’s eyes which, in the darkness of the room, appeared extraordinarily bright in their amber hue.

In the next moment, clusters of silver-gray hair, like steel needles, broke through his skin, spreading like wild growth.

Hans emitted a suppressed low growl, his joints crackling as they expanded.

His height increased significantly, the linen shirt on his body bursting and revealing swollen muscles underneath.

His lower jaw elongated, and his snout became pointed.

A mouth full of sharp fangs, like steel saws, protruded from the corners of his lips.

The system’s prompt sounded: "Your One-Star Attendant Hans has been promoted, and due to his high compatibility with the Wolfman Bloodline Enhancement Potion, his quality will rise to Five-Star."

Subsequently, the updated character card appeared.

Five-Star Attendant: Hans von Sego.

Even the surname is now there; it’s the nominal estate Losa conferred onto Hans, though Hans has never visited there nor collected any taxes.

Quality: Epic (Five-Star)

Level: 1

Intimacy: Trust

Power: 25

Agility: 16

Physical Strength: 15

Endurance: 14

Spiritual Power: 10

Talent:

Beast Intuition: As an inheritor of the wolfman bloodline, Hans possesses intuition akin to a beast, choosing instinctively what benefits him most, though he may be misled by enemies to misjudge certain matters.

Werewolf Transformation: Unleash his true form, taking shape as a fearsome werewolf; except for the spiritual power, all attributes see comprehensive advancement. Maximum enhancement not exceeding fifty percent.

Skills: Sword and Spear Mastery, Hans excels in using sword and spear weapons.

Undying Body: Locked.

Howling Moon Werewolf: Locked.

Biography: Hans, once a Reserve Knight trained in the Teutonic Order Country, was rigorously trained in knighthood since childhood, adhering faithfully to the Church’s tenets.

Until he met his lord, Losa von Habsburg.

Throughout his service to his lord, Hans acquired much knowledge, causing the beliefs and recognitions he once held dear to crumble layer by layer.

This led him to take the first step towards being lured into corruption.

Until someday, like a devil, the Evil Lord alluringly asked him, "Do you wish for power?"

The devout knight, eyes obfuscated by power, unhesitatingly chose to agree.

The bloodline from a now-extinct, unknown werewolf family from Two Sicilies was injected into Hans. From then on, a devout, kind-hearted, straightforward, and reliable knight vanished.

Replacing him was a beast consumed by beastly impulses, loyal to the Evil Lord Losa, a devil’s henchman.

Staring at the altered biography with a changed face, Losa was baffled.