Outside the occupied manor, a group of nobles who had co seeking refuge gathered with their family troops. Their expressions were complex as they looked at the nobles wandering inside the manor, a hint of disdain in their eyes.
In circles where nobility was divided by bloodline, those with high titles looked down on those with low titles, and ancient families looked down on erging ones. The forces of these three Counts, with their ancient lineage, indeed had this qualification.
One of the families had a flag emblazoned with a tulip encircled by thorns.
Under the flag stood a group of more than thirty fully ard Knights, their knightly armor stained with lingering blood. Leading them was an elderly man with white hair, whose stern tiger-like eyes also showed a trace of fatigue.
Behind him was a curvaceous Female Knight, armored and ready for battle, holding a significant position in the family.
This was the Magister family, possessing rich mineral resources and weapon manufacturing technology. Among the Counts, they were unique in their capability for self-production.
"Grandfather, we’ve been waiting for half a day. Let’s just go."
The Female Knight, wearing a feathered helt, glanced deep into the manor. Seeing no activity, she was slightly angered and said, "We barely broke through the Duke’s army, and the Janet family hasn’t shown any recognition. It’s too disrespectful."
Count Magister raised his hand, stopping his granddaughter’s disrespectful words. "Denis," he said, "don’t let your anger cloud your judgnt. Your brother left us because of that."
Denis was taken aback. She gripped the longsword at her waist tightly and fell silent.
Her brother, the next Count, had died fighting a Marquis to protect her during the siege by the Duke’s army.
Afterward, the Magister family had gone into hiding, wandering for about ten days. The three hundred-strong Black Knight Order, once personally established by the Count, now numbered less than forty.
「Tonight.」
Upon hearing the news that the Janet family had declared war on the Duke, it imdiately attracted considerable attention.
The Count’s daughter’s bloodline had transford, and it also incorporated human Beast Taming powers. This gave Count Magister a glimr of hope, prompting him to seek refuge with them.
It was a move born of desperation as well.
Without allegiance to a strong faction and lacking supplies, their family’s strength would be gradually depleted with each encirclent.
At the sa ti, Count Magister, shrewd and experienced, quickly saw that this rebellion led by the Blood Race Queen—or what might be terd the resistance—appeared strong but was internally fragile. The nobles serving the Queen had low loyalty; they had been coerced into joining by military threat, which clearly violated the Blood Pact.
Therefore, he had enough bargaining chips to bring so benefits to his family in this negotiation.
Moreover, he had a transaction history with Kane; the greatsword and that set of armor were personally forged by him. As for the Countess who proclaid herself Blood Race Queen, Denis had so acquaintance with her from a banquet, and she was reputed to be approachable.
"Miss Denis, it’s been a while."
A tall young man, mounted on a handso white horse, revealed a handso face as he slowly rode over.
Denis remained aloof, taking out a silk handkerchief to wipe her sword sheath, ignoring him.
Even Count Magister only glanced at him before looking away.
What’s worth paying attention to in a young, unskilled, and unlearned noble scion?
Seeing this, Jean, the White Horse Knight, was slightly displeased. However, upon noticing the tattered and poorly maintained troops the Magister family had brought, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of schadenfreude.
The Milan family he belonged to had brought a hundred Bloodline Knights and had preserved most of their strength.
"It is an honor to et you, Miss Mingzhu, renowned as the pearl shining at dawn. Your heroic bearing is more delicate and beautiful than the unicorn of Sakland Forest, your elegance... uhm..."
Jean attempted to praise her with classical poetry, but he forgot the words midway. He could only manage a smile and extend his hand, saying, "Hello, I’m Jean. I’ve long heard of your esteed na, Miss."
At this mont, Denis drew her sword. A sharp glint of sword light, as white as frost, shot towards the eyes of Jean’s horse.
The next mont, the white horse, startled, neighed and galloped frantically, its hooves flailing as it bolted.
Jean staggered, unskilled in horsemanship. He could only cling to the white horse, bouncing precariously, nearly being thrown off several tis.
This scene suddenly amused the gathered nobles.
It wasn’t until the Count of Milan sent n to intervene that Jean was saved from falling off his horse, narrowly avoiding disgrace for his family.
"’Useless.’"
The Count of Milan looked at his son in disappointnt. The upcoming task had been assigned by the Duke, and any mistake ant their Milan family would face severe punishnt.
In fact, his family branch consisted of undercover agents sent by the Duke to infiltrate the Blood Race Queen’s army. Their mission was to gather intelligence, specifically to determine if any high-level human combatants were involved.
The Janet family itself they did not fear. The only variable was, how much support would the Federation invest?
This bitch! After being scolded by his father, Jean’s greed and covetousness towards Denis partially transford into hatred.
「Soon.」
Under the deep night sky, a slight commotion was heard.
The assembled Count families imdiately turned their gazes in that direction.
Inside the manor, the nobles beca clamorous, madly retreating to the sides, so even scrambling and crawling away as if the one approaching was a man-eating Demon.
However, it was indeed ’man-eating’ in a sense.
This was because so nobles who had been granted an audience with Chu Yi had subsequently vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air.
Lias and Chu Yi played good cop and bad cop, allowing Chu Yi to persecute these nobles without restraint, randomly capturing one to "devour."
Pretending to be mysterious, Jean, still in a foul mood, snorted coldly.
The reason they had kept the nobles waiting for so long, in terms of human customs, was to make a show of strength, to display the master’s authority and put them in their place.
Denis looked over. A figure flickered within the undulating darkness, and a young man dressed in black slowly walked out.
He had a tall, slender build, exquisite and handso features, and fair skin. His eyes, however, were incredibly bright, as if gazing upon splendid nebulas.
Powerful.
The first thought arose in Denis’s mind. Being quite combative and possessing a keen intuition for battle, she felt that the one approaching wasn’t a typically frail human but rather a fierce beast exerting imnse pressure.
Is this really a Beast Tar?
Although the Beast Taming system offered feedback that could temper a Beast Tar’s physique, when it ca to physicality, the Blood Race definitely surpassed humans by a wide margin.
Yet this young man posed a significant threat, comparable to the Marquises she had previously encountered.
Secondly, on this young man’s shoulder lay a lazy young fox, curled into a Fur Ball.
Is this his Pet Beast?
If Pet Beasts were categorized by life form, the Dark World also had them. However, most were not spiritual Extraordinary Life but were instead sustained by so form of special energy.
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