Speaking of which, this burial ground was also a heartache for the Karstein family. Originally, when it wasn't excavated, the burial grounds within the territory provided the family with a large number of soldiers in a steady stream. Ensuring the strength of the Karstein family. Let the Karstein family sit firmly on the throne of the first noble family in Sylvania.

　　However, when the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it loses. When the vast majority of these burial mounds have been mined empty, the Castanin family's suffering came. The mass graves that had been mined were unsuitable for farming and could no longer produce anything. Thus supplying enough food. Without enough food, there is not enough population, without enough population, there are not enough corpses, without enough corpses, there are not enough Necromantic Soldiers ...... This makes the development of the Kastanin family extremely difficult. The family's power is also becoming more and more depressed.

　　Therefore, the recent generations of Counts of Karstein, all will manage the tomb group in the territory, as the family's first priority, after hundreds of years of management, fill in the tomb, open up arable land. The situation of the Karstein family has become slightly better. But compared to the other three top vampire clans, it still seemed a little weak.

　　Here, there was also a bit of gratitude for the friendly solidarity of the vampire community. If it was a different human society. The fate of this kind of declining family could be imagined. It must be a wall falling down, all sorts of people pushing, all sorts of difficulties, all sorts of cynicism. Especially now. Varede's father died early, orphaned and widowed. It seemed very easy to want to bully. If it was a human society, then the so-called relatives and clansmen would definitely swarm up and gnaw them to the bone crumbs.

　　But not in Sylvania. The other clans treated the Karstein clan as they always had. They were still friendly and respectful. And the side branches of the Karstein family are still loyal to the Karstein family of Dekenhof Castle. There's no goddamned old assholes saying, “I'm doing this for the family's prosperity.” Or some shit like that, in a vain attempt to gain dominion over the family and make his own son or grandson or whatever, Count Karstein instead of Varede.

　　People - both members of the Karstein family and other vampires. All of them gazed at Varede with gentle and inspiring gazes. From the bottom of their hearts, they wished him well and healthy growth.

　　Thinking that he was living among such a simple and kind race, Valade was so moved that he wanted to cry. Of course, he didn't feel high and dry just because of this situation. Instead, he doubled his efforts, hoping to repay the expectations of these loved ones, the clan members. Become a qualified vampire count. Even if he couldn't lead the clan, lead the vampire community to conquer the world. But this family business, this country must absolutely be guarded.

　　“However, those things are still a bit far from me.” Valade, who was hovering in mid-air and advancing towards the tomb cluster in an unhurried manner, muttered to himself in this way, “Right now, it is still important to raise my own power and intensify my studies, after all, whether it is to protect the country or the family business. Both need strength to do so.”

　　A group of people, sixteen undead and one vampire, traveled further and further in the Southern Wasteland Desolate Graveyard. The tomb guards at the forefront used the blunt side of their halberds in their hands to pluck away the barren grass, while the Wrecking Wolf struggled to recognize the path. The Corpse Demon cast a compass technique to confirm the direction. With this, the group traveled with difficulty through the nearly half-half-human-high barren grass. Passing by one grave that had been excavated once, they headed due south.

　　After nearly an hour of traveling, Varede reached out his hand and the winds of magic released a signal that stopped the undead group's progress. Immediately afterward the party turned around, and after a few dozen more steps through a small forest, they reached the entrance to a hidden cave.

　　Maneuvering the winds of magic, Valed ordered the undead to put down their weapons and clear away the dead grass and floating soil that hid the cave entrance. Gradually the traces of manual excavation surfaced, and a dark, dark passageway made of black square bricks appeared before their eyes.

　　The party began to move on. Deeper into this tunnel. The brass lamp bases on both sides of the tunnel were originally illuminated by magic crystal lamps that could emit fluorescent light. There were also a large number of traps in the tunnel. However, a few hundred years ago, after this tomb was discovered, these precious magic crystals were taken away. The traps were all dismantled.

　　The tunnel was pitch black without any lighting equipment. Only the ghostly phosphorescent flames in the eyes of a group of undead creatures and Varede's blood-red eyes flickered with light that had no heat source. This allowed them to see as if they were in normal conditions in the complete absence of any light source.

　　After passing through a section of the tunnel that was more than thirty meters long, Varede and his undead guards entered the hall of the tomb. Immediately after another section of twisting and turning, as if it was a labyrinth-like path, they entered the chamber that served as their target. Neatly, standing in the chamber with a total of two hundred and thirty-two human skeletons.

　　This, was the result of two years of Varede's efforts. A total of two hundred and thirty-two of the most basic undead soldiers, all of which he had dug up bit by bit in the mass graves as if he were a petty thief. Pieces and pieces that ordinary clans couldn't even look at. Valed used the lowest grade, or even, pure magical power that could barely be called necromancy, to give them the ability to move. It was just that their combat power was really not complimentary.

　　And the equipment of these skeleton soldiers was equally shabby. They held a sharpened wooden spear in one hand, and a rudimentary rattan shield bound with hemp rope in the other. Their entire bodies were completely devoid of armor - they didn't even wear any clothes, all of them were naked with their white, oozing skeleton bodies. Even in barren Sylvania, skeleton soldiers with this kind of equipment could only be considered cannon fodder of cannon fodder.

　　However, completely mismatched with their humble equipment was their state. They were arranged in a neatly organized, knife and axe chiseled dense square formation, not moving at all - if there was no external force acting on them, they could maintain this state until the end of days ...... or the trace of magic power that maintained their existence was consumed.

　　This was something that no army of living beings could do, those green-skinned orcs who lacked discipline, the savage and berserk northern barbarians not to mention. Even the Dark Elves, who were known for their iron discipline, the Dwarves, who were known for their toughness and tenacity, or the human empire of Sigmar, who were known for their unwavering beliefs - they likewise couldn't.

　　The only ones who could were the undead. Absolute loyalty, absolute obedience, absolute orderliness, absolute strictness. This was the absolute, most excellent soldier in heaven and on earth. This was also one of the reasons why the barren, small Sylvania was still considered one of the continent's great powers.

　　Only, compared to Sylvania's regular army. The large army that had hundreds of thousands of well-equipped and various powerful undead. The so-called “army” that Valed started with was ridiculous. It was so simple, so crude, and the types of soldiers were so homogenous. Even the common vampire family's distant branch's commoner son was assigned an army that was much better than theirs when they went into battle.

　　“This is just the beginning.” Varede reminded himself of this. There was still a long time until he turned sixteen - a vampire noble's rite of passage. Enough time for him to do a lot of things. Just like tonight. After several calculations, evaluations, and experiments, what Varede was about to do.

　　Two years of painstaking searching, Valed scoured dozens of hills in the messy graveyard. The effort was not enough. In the end, it allowed him to pick up a great bargain. On the edge of a rare cliff, he found a tomb - hanging above the cliff face, and the entrance to the cave was covered by dust because of its age. If it wasn't for the fact that Valed was so greedy and quick that he used his levitation technique to descend directly from the cliff, he would not have been able to find this place.

　　This made Valeed very excited. A tomb, a tomb that didn't seem to have been excavated - the invisible boundary formed by the extremely strong magic power proved that the owner of the tomb had a noble identity. Then there would be no shortage of burial goods and martyrs in this tomb--this was a large amount of wealth!

　　However, there was a slight problem here, and that was the other side, the outer layer of the tomb - to be precise, it was the giant magic boundary that wrapped up the entire tomb. This was the tomb owner's first defense against grave robbers like Varede.

　　Of course, no matter how good the tomb's defense measures were. It could only stop a small thief. Under the real state apparatus, the grandiose grave robbing - no, I should say grave robbing, no matter how tight the defense measures are, it will not help. The vampires of Sylvania had, long ago, had the best means of dealing with such knots. It was very safe to implement and would not damage the tomb at all in the slightest.

　　The vampires, usually gather as many magicians as possible in number. Then, using as much soft magic as possible, they would neutralize the spell, bit by bit. This might take a few weeks, or even a few months. But this amount of time was not a big deal for vampires with long lives.

　　However, Varede did not have such capital. It wouldn't take much if he were a little older. As soon as he reached the age of twelve, he could make this matter public. Because of his age, he had barely reached the rank of semi-adult, and the Citizens' Assembly would grant him basic civil rights. This tomb he had found would then belong to him. There was no need to worry about anyone robbing it from him.

　　He could also use the power of the Karstein family. He could even apply for funding from the Citizens' Assembly, or contact his friends and family, hire a mage or something like that. Slowly tempering this magic boundary.

　　But he was only six years old now. If this matter was told, the only thing he would receive would be a pat on the head and a, “Well done.” The compliment. Well ...... maybe even a handful of candy?

　　And after that, he would have to be held responsible for leaving the old castle without authorization and running to such a dangerous place to play. His cheap mom will be holding a handkerchief and wiping her tears, blaming herself for not doing her duty as a mother and failing his dead cheap dad. His cheap sister will also certainly be very angry, complaining that he did not call on her ah ...... she ranked in the Academy within the age of the first few first few, senior seniors can not beat her ah, to her to certainly no problem and so on and so on ...... trouble are troublesome to death.