In the icy, snowy field a Blood Bat flapped its wings, lifting a blanket of snowflakes into the air.
A dark figure stood tall on the back of the Blood Bat, indifferently watching everything it caused. As countless snowflakes whirled and spun by, the figure raised a hand, catching one of them and feeling its chilling cold as it quickly lted into water in the palm; ripples appeared in the crimson eyes of the 'Blood Descendant'.
The three people in the snow watched this scene quietly, not daring to make a sound.
However, their expressions were all different.
Freeman's face was filled with fanaticism, and he continuously muttered indistinctly.
Amiel stuck his buttocks up high, letting his downturned head rely on the piled snow to conceal his eyes full of terror, stirring more thoughts in the heart of Lady Talin, who had seen but never personally experienced 'Arcana' level power.
So things were not shaful for the sake of survival.
If one could also eat well, dress warm, and not have to work, that would be even better.
Bern, who was kneeling on one knee ahead, was different.
In the eyes of this youngest mber of the Bloodline Clan was heartfelt pain.
He was pained for his older brother.
He knew very well that the scene in front of him must have awakened so mories from a period in his brother's life.
The next scene confird the young mber of the Bloodline Clan's guess—
The 'Blood Descendant' leapt down from the 'Blood Bat' and lightly stepped on the snow.
With crunching sounds, the 'Blood Descendant' walked toward the distance.
Bern imdiately got up and chased after him.
As a mber of the Bloodline Clan, Bern had the privilege to do so.
Freeman and Amiel, however, dared not.
A 'Blood Descendant' and an outsider silently watched the retreating figure of the 'Blood Descendant'.
Many more thoughts surfaced in the minds of the two.
The 'Blood Descendant' was quite naive, rely hoping to get closer to his 'father.'
'Arthur Kredos, huh?
What exactly does this 'Spirit dium' like?
Surely I can't just give money, right?'
Freeman was full of worries.
Amiel's eyes, however, twinkled.
'There must be sothing going on here!
Should I check it out?'
This lady from Talin was quite tempted, but then she shook her head vigorously—so things should not be ddled with, once involved.
At best, one loses one's freedom.
At worst, one could be completely destroyed.
She did not want to encounter such misfortune.
'The Bruto Family's dolls,' she hadn't collected them all yet.
The two people with different thoughts stood up from the snow; they looked at each other, and then simultaneously, turned their heads and spit to the side.
"he tui!"
Both were stunned, then simultaneously pointed at each other.
"Shaless person!"
The two said in unison.
The next mont, both were stunned again, and then before Amiel could speak, Freeman had already spoken first.
"Bad luck!"
After saying this, Freeman turned and walked towards the Swan District behind him.
Seeing this, Amiel, filled with disdain, said,
"Ha, a petty man prevails!"
After saying this, Amiel also walked toward the Swan District.
The two no longer ntioned their original mission.
Because, both knew very well that with the scene that had just occurred, their mission had already changed, especially for Freeman. Although he did not know what 'Arcana' level power was like, he knew that with his 'father's strength growing, his position at the Countess of South Los's would not only beco more secure, but also rise sharply.
Right, and those rascals from Inner Bay!
Thinking of the recent scene, Freeman's eyelids drooped, and a heavy killing intent rose in his reddened eyes.
Originally, he had wanted to invest on both sides.
But now it seems...
It's not necessary anymore!
Imdiately, Freeman made up his mind.
At the sa ti, Bern, who had always been following the 'Blood Descendant', also made up his mind.
This youngest mber of the 'Bloodline Clan' was prepared to disclose everything he knew to his elder brother, but before he could speak, he noticed his brother had stopped walking, those indifferent eyes staring intently at him.
Suddenly, Bern felt a pang of panic.
"Elder brother..."
"Are you trying to escape?"
The 'Blood Descendant' asked coldly.
Bern's expression was too obvious just now, clearly wanting to reveal so secrets of the 'Bloodline Clan', but Arthur, who controlled the 'Blood Descendant', saw the flicker of 'Death Intuition'.
This flicker was strange!
Because there was no one around.
With the cooperation of Fujin and Wuni, as well as the 'Blood Bat' nearby.
This, Arthur was absolutely certain.
No one was around, yet 'Death Intuition' was flickering.
In just an instant, Arthur thought of his first encounter while learning the 'Glyphic Language', the danger and murderous intent hidden in the void, which made his heart shudder.
Even that strange sensation, recalling it now, made Arthur feel suffocated, as if an invisible hand was clutching at his heart, tightening incessantly.
'Is it 'secret techniques', 'rituals' prepared by 'Bloodline Clan' to deal with coveters?
Or is it an accident unknown to ?'
Thinking this, however, did not prevent Arthur from hesitating to interrupt Bern—the heritage of the 'Bloodline Clan' is very precious, inevitably a treasure coveted by anyone.
But without the ability to resist such dangers, Arthur chose to refuse.
"I, I am not... I, I didn't..."
Bern stuttered, unable to speak a complete sentence.
Because, Bern did indeed have the thought that revealing everything would set him free.
Looking at the 'Blood Descendant' who was calmly observing him, the youngest mber of the 'Bloodline Clan' shafully lowered his head.
"I apologize, elder brother!"
"I do not need your apologies, I just hope that you understand your duty, don't forget it, and don't resist it—if you need help, go publish a search for 'Cain' on the 'Horn Report' under the identity of Dracula, and rember to conceal XYZ within the lines.
I will co to find you when I see it!"
Facing Bern's apology, Arthur, controlling the 'Blood Descendant', felt the CPU was almost ready, directly informing him of the previously thought-of communication thod.
Although due to the 'Blood Bat', Arthur had already decided to leave the 'Blood Descendant' at Harris's secret stronghold in the outskirts forest.
But just to be safe, this place will not be revealed for now.
"Understood, elder brother!
If you need to find , please co directly to 'Black Beard Tavern' in New Town—that's my hangout."
Compared to Arthur's 'stinginess', this youngest mber of the 'Bloodline Clan' was much more generous.
The 'Blood Descendant' nodded slightly.
"Take care!"
Having said that, the 'Blood Descendant' leapt onto the back of the 'Blood Bat'.
As the 'Blood Bat' flapped its wings, it quickly disappeared into the night sky.
Bern kept watching until the 'Blood Descendant' had disappeared, then he lowered his head and murmured softly.
"Elder brother, may you be safe."
In saying so, this young mber of the 'Bloodline Clan' respectfully bowed towards the direction in which the 'Blood Descendant' had departed, then, he left.
Fujin relayed this scene to Arthur.
Although Bern showed enough respect, Arthur continued to have Fujin keep an eye on this mber of the 'Bloodline Clan'.
anwhile, Arthur raised his hand to receive 'Atos's Box' from Wuni's claws, which he had taken back from the 'Blood Descendant'.
Feeling the weight of 'Atos's Box' in his palm, Arthur finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it was only half a night, to Arthur, it felt as long as half a century.
Feeling that long-missed sense of security, his lips curled up, heading towards Garden Street—
There was one last thing to do before dawn!
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