Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 711: The Price of Love

Jason kept chatting with the system.

'So, this space is truly a pocket dimension? Was Hesabeth being honest before? Am I stuck here until the seven days end?'

[Sadly, the system confirms that Hesabeth spoke the truth. This place is called Merivo’s Paradise, a pocket dimension owned by the merchant race called the Eternal Wanderers. For ages, it served as a holy site in their culture for crucial gatherings among their leaders. However, as the Eternal Wanderers grew more scattered and wandering, the importance of those assemblies faded away entirely. Once that occurred, the space turned into a rentable venue that folks could hire for a set duration. Even though it's merely one pocket dimension, the Eternal Wanderers can shape any realm the client desires inside it. Its isolation from the broader Primordial Domain made it a hit among mages conducting risky tests or Dead Apostles like you seeking undisturbed seclusion. Using Merivo’s Paradise for just one day demands at least a million gold coins, so the system figures Hesabeth shelled out nearly ten million gold coins to secure your safety over these seven days of isolation.]

As Jason's hand rested on the last doorknob, he absorbed all this info, his eyebrows knitting in astonishment! A million gold coins for one room!? Utterly mad! Jason was aware Hesabeth was filthy rich as a Queen and head of a Primordial Domain, so it wasn't far-fetched that she possessed such wealth! Yet, that didn't make dropping a million gold coins for a day's room use any less outrageous! No way that made sense! Shaking his head, Jason finally swung open the last door, greeted instantly by a cool gust! His hair danced lightly in the breeze, eyes bulging as he beheld the view ahead! It was the loveliest garden Jason had laid eyes on. Towering fruit trees dotted a vast meadow, vibrant flowers blanketing the earth. Soft white clouds meandered over the light blue heavens, and at the garden's heart, beneath a giant tree shading the sun, lay a picnic blanket and basket. Jason murmured contentedly, soaking in the scene. This was far from what he'd imagined behind that door.

'I see you enjoy my special gift for you. I thought you'd go crazy cooped up inside during your whole isolation, so I splurged a bit more to have them design this area too. All the fruits are safe to eat, and the weather stays ideal daily. We can have our meals outdoors here and chat without being trapped in the room constantly. Though I wouldn't object to sharing bed time with you.'

Hesabeth approached from behind Jason, voicing these words while admiring the stunning landscape herself! Just this vista had set Hesabeth back an additional two million gold coins, and despite the roughly ten million gold coins she'd spend over the coming seven days for Merivo’s Paradise, she didn't mind at all—this was her chance to bond with Jason. For more moments with him, Hesabeth would gladly fork over even greater sums!

Jason snorted at Hesabeth's comment about not minding bed time together, choosing to brush it off as he kept savoring the gorgeous view before him. Hesabeth had poured real effort into this setup, and Jason couldn't deny a twinge of gratitude towards her! Clearly, his well-being topped her priorities. Still, Jason found it odd that becoming a Dead Apostle required all this hassle. Actually, what did being a Dead Apostle entail anyway? He posed this to the system, and its reply left him stunned.

[Dead Apostle is a prestigious rank held by just twelve Vympires throughout history at any time. It allows the Vympire a seat at the Court of Dead Apostles, overseeing the whole Vympire race's matters. As one of the mightiest races in the Primordial Expanse, Vympires dominate numerous worlds in their territory, currently holding fifteen as their homes. But your situation stands out uniquely, since you're not only a new Dead Apostle but received this from Nox's former Queen, Gillian. Consequently, you can claim the Vympire King's title, plus the Eighth Seat on the Council of Nine and One for Nox's ruler. That position is now occupied by the fraudulent Vympire Queen, Lamina, but as Gillian's ex-servant, and with you inheriting her Blood Oath, Lamina serves you now, and she'll yield it for your rise.]

'Huh... that explains why she seemed doomed earlier. Lamina's whole existence flipped when Gillian passed me her Blood Oath.'

Jason held no pity for Lamina, knowing she hadn't backed him initially. Her suffering didn't touch him. But he wasn't sure he wanted the Vympire King role. At present, Jason had no clue how the world viewed his Machina deeds, or if his Black Enigma status remained. Exiting this pocket dimension—would capture await right away?

Jason pivoted as Hesabeth strolled up beside him, his gaze drifting to her silken dress. Sunlight gleamed on the fabric, rendering it sheer, letting him spot her nipples through it, and glancing lower, he noted only white panties beneath! Hesabeth caught his stare and grinned, prompting Jason to exhale steadily and look elsewhere. Why would Hesabeth blush about displaying herself to the man she desired?

'If any other guy glimpsed what I'm revealing to you so openly, he'd face instant execution. But he'd perish content, my bare form giving his life purpose. You ought to appreciate my generosity more.'

Jason murmured at Hesabeth's remark while surveying the surroundings, and she pouted faintly at his indifference. Then Jason broke the silence.

'What's the situation outside now? What awaits me after leaving here?'

Jason's query seemed straightforward, yet it hid countless depths that Hesabeth realized demanded more than a quick reply. She let out a soft puff, seized Jason's hand, and tugged him toward the distant big tree.

'Come on, let's sit and discuss. My attendants will deliver breakfast shortly, so we should settle in for this long talk.'