Reincarnated into a New World As a Vampire

"Y-yes, master… but, he doesn't seem to be one who should be angered in anyway, sir." Alvin complained.

"I believe you have work to do, Alvin. As long as you don't die, it's good enough." The chairman said.

"Y-yes, sir. If I may ask, how long will it take for the rest to arrive?" Alvin asked.

"20 minutes at most."

"Ok, sir. I'll try my best." He answered before leaving.

Back in the waiting room where Aldritch and Ingrid waited, Alvin suddenly entered the room with a weird smile on his face. He did a good job masking his actual emotions of apprehension, but in front of perceptive vampires, Aldritch noticed the shift in demeanor.

"When will the rest of the slaves arrive?" Aldritch asked with a telling smirk.

'So he knows?...' For some reason, Alvin felt relieved that Aldritch already found out what they were doing.

"In thirty minutes at most, but they'll surely arrive before then." He assured.

"Alright then. In the meantime, why don't you take us around to see the different slaves you have available for sale?"

"Of course… if you'd like that, I'll gladly oblige."

Aldritch was hoping he'd see something like special slaves with some kind of power, maybe like a former knight or mercenary or something like that. He did ask, and to his surprise, those kinds of slaves were available, though only in short supply, since said knight would have to have committed a grave crime to be branded a slave as his punishment.

Even then, knights would rather die than have their dignity be tarnished like that, becoming a slave.

'I don't need those for now, but it's good to know.' Even though he could turn people into vampires under his family, their loyalty wasn't so guaranteed even though they practically can't betray him as their maker, they could still get someone else to do the job. 'Luckily I can monitor their loyalty,' Aldritch thought to himself.

There was also the fact that he could give absolute commands to them which they had to follow, but that isn't something that has to be used every time, as that would mean the subordinate is defective.

Mere 12 minutes later, a large caravan moving slaves arrived. Once they combined them, their numbers reached the required amount, and the chairman even threw in quite a few as a bonus for buying so much. He came out to see Aldritch, not even asking what he wanted to do with so many slaves.

As for him, if Aldritch would return for business, he didn't care if he was a cannibal who eats humans, as long as his business kept moving.

"You must be the head of this place, then?" Aldritch asked with a faint smile.

"Yes, you are correct. Please, call me Gordy, sir. If you don't mind, why don't we get on with the contract process?" Gordy said.

'Isn't Gordy a play name parents use to refer to their children named Gordon?' Aldritch didn't question the man, after all, this was a different world, naturally the names would also be unique.

"So, as long as I have this contract, I own them." Aldritch said.

"Yes. As long as you hold this contract and ownership over them, they'll have to do everything you ask them to. These slaves are of the lowest rank and have no rights, so you can do 'anything' you wish with them." He said with a telling grin.

"I see."

There were a lot of contracts, and unlike what Aldritch originally thought, he had to sign everyone of them using a special ink that would only recognize him as the one who had signed in case it was to be referred to in future.

'Isn't this supposed to be a fantasy world? Why're things so underdeveloped when it comes to magic?' Aldritch thought to himself painfully, glaring briefly at Alvin who allowed him to go around looking at random slaves while he could have been going through the signing process with the slaves on ground.

After he was done with the contracts, Aldritch asked to meet each slave personally and asked for them to come to him three at a time so he could inspect them. Gordy and every other person didn't see anything wrong with it, and their patience was bountiful that night. They were willing to wait.

'There's no way I'll be able to control so much once we arrive at the destination.'

Seeing as there was no function like if the slaves disobeyed his command they'd be inflicted with pain automatically and the usual fantasy stuff, Aldritch could only enforce his dominance through another way.

Once the first set of slaves walked forward, Aldritch asked them to look at him, and once they did, he used his skills to dull their minds to make sure they followed his commands without any resistance. Luckily, all the slaves were normal people and there was no way they could resist him.

After going through 612 slaves, Aldritch was ready done with the necessary proceedings.

"Where would you like us to move them to?" Gordy asked.

Aldritch had thought about it already and had a word with Ingrid, and they had decided ongoing to a nearby forest. Slowly, it looked like he was becoming a creature of the woods, seeing as he handled most of his business in them more than often recently.

'I need to get a house, a big one.' He thought to himself.

He allowed Ingrid to handle the directions while he just hopped onto the lead couch. They made sure to follow a less busy road, as it would have been during the daytime at least. Now that it was close to midnight, no one was out, and the city was mostly asleep and roads completely open with little to no prying eyes.

Once they arrived at their destination, Aldritch asked for the slaves to be dropped by the entrance of the forest, then the caravan that brought them bade farewell and left.

After that, Aldritch brought all the slaves into the forest, making sure they went deep enough. The forest they had chosen was very convenient, since it was close to the outer city walls. There was also a river that flowed out of the city from there, and naturally, there was provision for the river through the thick city walls.

With Aldritch's skill, taking care of the guards stationed there would be a breeze. Once they reached the river, Aldritch found the post, the only problem being that it was positioned on top of the wall. Luckily, there was a flight of stairs that extended from the bottom of the wall all the way to the top, embedded on the side of the wall.

Because of the size of the wall, the curvature barely affected the stairs.

Aldritch didn't waste any time and scaled the stairs as quickly as he could, reaching the top in a minute. In the post set up there, he found three guards, all of them asleep.

"Soldiers!" Aldritch shouted, waking them up from their slumber. They all sprang up and turned to face Aldritch with wide eyes. All they saw were striking dark red eyes, and that was it.

"You will forget everything that happened this night. You will fall asleep, and no matter how hard anyone tries to wake you, it will only deepen your slumber. You will only wake up when the moonlight ceases." He said. The men once again returned to an even deeper slumber than before, and Aldritch left. As for how their bodies will detect when the moonlight seizes, he didn't really care.

It was more of a psychological thing anyway, since their natural clocks would already be used to the time when the moon would seize.

Ingrid, who already knew what Aldritch's plan was through piecing everything together, couldn't help but ask him just to be sure, as it seemed like too much.

'If I'm correct, then we're going to kill all these people? That's just too excessive.' She thought to herself while observing Aldritch.

"Alright, Ingrid, lead them to me from the covers of the trees, one after the other." Aldritch said to her while standing on the river banks.

His plan for that night was simple and straightforward. He was going to use these slaves to kill two birds at once.

"Are we really going to kill all these people?" She asked, not holding it in anymore.

"Of course. I would love to keep them alive for longer and recycle them, but unfortunately, I'll need a very big private property to hold them all so as not to rouse suspicions. For now, that is not possible."

Ingrid maintained a normal expression as much as she could, even though nothing of what was about to happen sat well with her.

She felt conflicted, turning to look at the numerous slaves.

"A weak mind will get you nowhere, Ingrid. I don't know about you, but I'm not someone who compromises by goals because of some minor hurdles, in this case, quite insignificant ones. If you are concerned about this number, then maybe you were never meant to be beside me in my family." He said.

Molded by a number of past life experiences, killing was not something new to him, neither was doing it on such a scale.

She hesitated briefly and finally moved.

'I have to be strong, I can't let something like this stop me.' She thought to herself.