It was like a compa.s.sionate mother; with open arms, it was as though it was welcoming the tired traveler. At least that was the feeling of a certain blood demon right now.

The buildings in this camp were mostly one story high. They were built of wood and the windows were small. Most of the people on the streets were disciples wearing their respective attire representing their demonic sect.

Of course, there were also demonic bands from all around, and dancing ladies who were dressed beautifully.

"Don't even try, they are gonna suck your life force away, a bunch of...." Rudra turned his gaze away from the group after Ziwen spoke up.

"Come let's settle in first!" Ziwen staggered about entering into a building, his familiarity with the place made Rudra understand that it was not his first time here.

"Welcome, Sir! This is the b.l.o.o.d.y Camel Inn. Do you need me to set up your room!" The red robe-wearing man below the counter of the place was already acquainted with Ziwen.

Rudra glanced to his side seeing Ziwen fish out a red badge before he silently nodded his head at the other man,

"Take care of, our friend here!" Ziwen walked up the stairs leaving Rudra behind.

The man stared at Rudra for a moment before he silently nodded his head.

Rudra watched the man enter a back room while he waited at the counter.

While he was standing there, A man ran into the building. Not long after, an old man with a coat in his hands slowly walked out under the escort of 8 servants.

The man pointed his finger at Rudra before flaring up, "You! where is the employee of this inn?"

Rudra raised his eyebrow at the att.i.tude of the man in front of him, he had done nothing to anger this person but he still spoke to him in a haughty tone.

But before Rudra could refute back, the back door opened and the man from before walked out.

"Don't worry, Sir!"

"Hmph! Get me the most expensive room and all the rooms that are empty now!"

"All the rooms you say, Sir?" the man clearly placed much importance on the new customer as he walked out from behind the counter personally escorting the man and the servants that had followed after him.

Rudra waited patiently for the man to complete his task, After some time the man returned downstairs surprised to see Rudra still standing there.

"Sorry Sir, I almost forgot the matter concerning you! If you will now!" the man signaled for Rudra to follow him as he guided him to a room.

"You can call on me if you need anything." The man said as he closed the gate from outside leaving Rudra to his devices in the room.

Rudra looked around in the room before he jumped on the bed laying there,

"Now that I am in, how do I mingle in, should I wait for Zewin to return or actively visit pubs or restaurants to gather information." Rudra rubbed his chin with his fingers feeling the scar that was present on his chin.

Knock! Knock!

"Yes!" Rudra jumped out of the bed opening the door only to see the face of Ziwen blurting out,

"Let's go!"

Both of these guys walked around the camp Rudra sticking to the tail of Ziwen who visited different shops and establishments and few of his friends and a.s.sociates.

Rudra simply followed after the man feeling thankful that this friend of his was doing the stuff that would easily help him mingle with the demonic faction.

"Say, Kane What was the name of your master again?" Ziwen asked as he gulped a mouthful of wine that he was holding. The drink was almost crimson red in color one would have easily confused it with a gla.s.s of blood but it was not such in reality.

"Ah! I don't know man, Didn't I tell you already I am just a beginner in demonic cultivation." Rudra tried to make stuff up whenever Ziwen asked him such questions.

"Oh! You don't belong to any sect right?"

"No, I was told by my master that we were...."

The whole evening pa.s.sed at the bar before both of them returned to the Blood Camel Inn.

"I will see you tomorrow Kane," Ziwen said as he walked towards his room leaving Rudra who entered into his room.

"Hooo! At least I got an idea on how to rise in the ranks of the demonic faction!" Rudra muttered as he laid down on his bed after a long day.

The demonic disciples can take up tasks varying from collecting rare herbs, killing spiritual beasts to taking part in an expeditionary force to repel the righteous sects.

The more missions you complete the more merit you gain these merits could be exchanged for rewards ranging from demonic weapons or pills or even rare manuals to getting appointed as a captain of a squad or the ultimate reward getting the recognition of the grand elders.

"I can ask any wish from the Grand elders and they would help me fulfill it, what are they some kind of genie!" Rudra laughed to himself at his joke rubbing his temples, trying to calm his headache.

"The Demonic Wine sure packed a punch!"

Rudra did not have any experience of consuming Spiritual Wines the only kind of wine he had drunk before were the mortal ones so the drink that was made from Demonic Blood Grapes was sure to give Rudra a kick.

Rudra unknowingly fell asleep after a while.

....

Three days later.

In the Blood Camel Inn, within a luxurious room.

The floor was covered in golden wool carpet. A woman was dancing on the carpet barefooted.

Rudra leaned against the silk cloth lazily.

In front of him was Ziwen who was surrounded by a few courtesans revealing their white arms. They were fighting for the chance to serve him wine and other delicacies.

"Demonic Wine made from blood grapes served in a wine gla.s.s! This life... it's not too bad!"

Rudra gulped down a cup of red wine as his face began to flush.

Within the grapes, there was a mixture of spiritual fruits. The taste was refres.h.i.+ng and most importantly, he could enjoy being a little tipsy.

"Sir!"

As the door opened, A young man walked in humbly. He presented a few doc.u.ments to him. "This is the relevant information regarding..."

"Mm. All of you, take your leave!" Ziwen spoke up causing all the people except Rudra and Ziwen to leave.

Rudra waved his hands. The ladies and the performer bowed in respect as they took their leave.

"Three Fall Range!" Ziwen spoke the words slowly, looking at the papers in his hand.

Rudra knew what his priorities were.

As his eyes glittered, he looked through the information.