Chapter 441: 408, Juno Arthur’s Gift
Antonio briefly recounted the events of the past, and Charles listened, dazzled and astounded, secretly clicking his tongue.
Back then, Zimrman was truly outrageous, so the Imperial Chancellor, Wood Brandon, decided to deal with this “Empire’s Scar,” but Zimrman was too strong. He had to enlist the help of five royals of the Sacred Order, along with Antonio. During a banquet, they first cast six curses on Zimrman before ordering the six top-tier mbers of the Sacred Order to attack.
Zimrman, angered, struck the first blow, severely injuring Wood Brandon. After a fierce battle, all six mbers of the Sacred Order were seriously injured; Antonio had the lightest injuries, yet it took him almost half a year to recover.
Since then, he had never seen the Imperial Chancellor Wood Brandon again, nor the other five royal mbers of the Sacred Order.
Charles couldn’t help but remark, “The Aksel Family really brought this disaster upon themselves!”
The Aksel Family had Princess Akso and five royals of the Sacred Order who could participate in the attack on Zimrman. If these forces had been available, how could anyone plot to usurp the throne? Even Earl Brittany wouldn’t dare entertain the thought. But who could have known that a minor sche by the Imperial Chancellor Wood Brandon would lead to such a decline in the Aksel royal power?
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This Imperial Chancellor reminded Charles of a character from a classic web novel, a genius strategist who, despite his plans, always failed!
He was indeed a top talent.
Antonio said, “I’ve also told my father about this, and he instructed not to tell anyone else.”
“For the mont, I can’t think of a way to deal with Zimrman. Although I have the Dragon Slaying Stick, facing Zimrman, I still only have the option to flee.”
Charles said, “Perhaps he really lost his mory!”
“No need to worry too much.”
“Or maybe find a few prophets of the Prophetic System, the Transcendents, to try and locate him?”
Antonio shook his head and said, “I’ve already looked for them, those prophets found no trace.”
“It’s as if this person has vanished from this world.”
Anne suddenly asked, “Have you checked if soone has recently left Kilmainham Prison?”
“He disappeared in the sub-plane of the lowest level of Kilmainham Prison, but it doesn’t an he could escape!”
Antonio imdiately got excited and said, “I will go check now.” He didn’t disturb the world of Charles and Anne any longer and hurriedly left; this matter troubled the future top powerhouse of the Empire greatly—he must find a way to solve this major crisis.
By evening, Charles took Anne back to 58 Sixth Avenue.
Now that the Old Earl had moved out, although not yet enthroned, he had already moved into the Imperial Palace, having to deal with affairs of state every day and hold the reins of the Empire’s power center. Now, only Antonio and Anne lived here.
Charles watched Anne step through the gate and was about to turn away when a sudden intuition stopped him, and he saw an impeccably genteel man, just like in the Dreamscape—courteous and sophisticated, yet filled with an age-old weariness as if he had weathered countless years and witnessed myriad worldly vistas.
Charles had encountered this foremost Vampire of the Blood Clan nurous tis in the Dreamscape, but he had never t him in the real world. Juno, like a breeze, lightly passed by Charles, and suddenly, a beautifully crafted box appeared in his hand, adorned with the insignia of the Arthur Clan.
With a slight smile, Juno said, “I’m giving you a gift!”
“But you should open it when you’re alone.”
After saying this, the preeminent Vampire gracefully departed. Charles took the gift, stroked the Murmur of Fate, and received a series of aningless clear tones. He tucked the gift away, puzzled over why Juno would send him a “gift.”
Going back to 221B Baker Street with the box, Charles opened it to find a transparent crystal vial containing dark red blood, interspersed with faint golden runes that flickered in and out of existence, quite srizing to look at.
Charles imdiately understood; it was Juno’s blood. With it, one could transform into a vampire of the Arthur Clan not through the First Embrace but using the Arcane Rite.
Charles took out the crystal vial, crafted by Magic Alchemy, and couldn’t help but think of the Holy Light Divine State Title. He once again caressed the Murmur of Fate, this ti receiving an intense pleasure, the Murmur of Fate urging him on. Although there had been major issues during the previous encounter with the Holy Light Divine State Title, Charles didn’t hesitate this ti. If even the Murmur of Fate was wrong, it would an the Serpent of Destiny had forsaken him.
Being disliked by one of the True Gods ant that no amount of caution could avert the danger; a swift demise was the best choice.
After crossing the Infinite Mirror Realm, Charles once again set foot on St. Michael Island. When he reached the sixth level of the Maze Grotto, he found the Holy Light Divine State Title looking as if newly manufactured. Although this Ancient Magic Warship didn’t seem decrepit, it now appeared ready to set sail at any mont.
Charles released a Fla Hand, delivering Juno Arthur’s blood directly above the divine creature’s head that was nailed at the bottom of the ship. The divine creature made a horrifying sound: “Arthur! Arthur! Arthur…”
The crystal vial containing Juno Arthur’s blood shattered, and not a single drop fell to the ground; all of it flowed onto the divine creature’s forehead and was absorbed into its skin.
Charles watched this scene in surprise; he vaguely felt that the exalted blood might have different effects. Juno Arthur’s blood might be better than that of Earl Brittany, not in terms of quality but in suitability of attributes.
The divine creature nad Omibella glowed with a pure radiance, enveloping the entire vessel of the Holy Light Divine State Title in a thick luminance. Under this cover, the ancient magic warship continuously shrank, transforming into a streak of light, and flew into the air, landing in the golden ring on Charles’s hand.
Charles raised his left hand, which bore three golden rings; one remained with Sophia Garanord, key to controlling the Queen Bee.
Another swallowed the shell of Saint Michael, turning into the Murmur of Fate, which also took the shape of a golden serpent enclosed tail-to-head.
The last golden ring, key to controlling the Holy Light Divine State Title, now bore the shape of Omibella arching backward, her hands and toes touching, forming a circular design.
Though just a small ring, the body of Omibella, the divine creature, still epitomized the female form’s grace and allure.
Charles wore it on his finger, murmuring to himself, “Just three more things to find.” He then turned and left the sixth level of the Maze Grotto and St. Michael Island as well.
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