Half an hour before the dinner on the "Oriental" was to begin, Lucius finally found a gap—Joe was taking Yula to attend the inaugural dinner of the "Oriental."
He had lost so much face in the afternoon that even his future seed to be gone.
But with the "nourishnt of love" and the "support of his lover," Joe suddenly found unprecedented motivation, not only starting to salvage his situation but also promising Yula to bring her happiness.
In this, Lucius pitied Joe.
He knew Yula's tactics.
And he had witnessed them firsthand.
Those who had previously made such vows to Yula were now feeding the fish in the sea.
And next up was Joe!
Perhaps…
It could even be him!
He, absolutely!
Absolutely did not want such an ending!
At least, not before revenge was had!
With this thought, the young Avenger touched the notebook in his chest and his steps quickened.
He crossed the pronade deck.
He ascended that staircase.
The top-floor cabin appeared before the young Avenger.
Without any hesitation and suppressing the excitent, the young Avenger raised his hand to knock on the door.
Thud, thud!
He knocked then paused, never showing any sign of impatience even though he was anxious inside.
Squeak!
The cabin door opened.
The young Avenger unexpectedly saw Arthur still casually dressed as he had been at noon.
"Lord Kledos, are you not attending the dinner?"
The young Avenger asked.
"That is Barry and Albert's stage.
And ?
I'm just looking forward to my river delicacy dley!"
Arthur replied with a smile, stepping aside to invite the young Avenger into the cabin.
The mont he stepped into the cabin, the young Avenger couldn't wait to take out his notes.
"This is my bargaining chip!
It contains so secrets of the Inland River Cult!
It should be enough to exchange for a secret ritual from you, right?"
No sooner had the young Avenger finished speaking than he noticed the odd expression on the face of South Los "Spirit dium."
It was a mix of surprise, astonishnt, and sighs.
"It's the irony of Destiny!"
Arthur sighed.
Then, the young Spirit dium's gaze shifted from the notebook to Lucius, and the young Spirit dium sighed, "If you had given this notebook to three hours ago, I could not only have taught you a secret ritual but also provided all the basic materials needed for it.
But, that was three hours ago!
Because—
Three hours ago, Toran pledged his loyalty to ."
"What?! Impossible?! How could this be?!"
The young Avenger stood up from the chair, his eyes wide with shock, uttering exclamations repeatedly.
As a mber of the Inland River Cult, even if one had sneaked in with ulterior motives, one would know who Toran was.
He was a Priest of the Inland River Cult and the person in charge of pioneering South Los.
His faith in the God of the Inland River was beyond question.
His loyalty to the High Priest of the Inland River Cult was unmatched.
How could such a person betray them?
Unless…
The God of the Inland River himself had co.
Suddenly, the young Avenger incredulously turned to Arthur.
The young Avenger had thought of so words Arthur had said before—"You don't really think the Inland River Cult was founded by my Old Friend, the God of the Inland River, do you? He doesn't even know of the Inland River Cult's existence."
Before, the young Avenger had doubted Arthur's words.
But at this mont, there was no doubt.
Because only this could explain Toran's loyalty.
Otherwise, how could Toran pledge loyalty to the gentleman before him when the Inland River Cult had lost so many Believers and followers?
Was the gentleman before deceiving him?
Impossible!
There's no reason for it!
Of course, the young Avenger couldn't imagine that Arthur was not there to deceive him but to deceive Yula behind him.
So, at this mont, Lucius's face was filled with bitterness.
His plans for revenge had fallen through once again.
Pain!
A pain more intense than any he had previously felt swept through the young Avenger's heart.
One can endure pain when there is no hope.
But the pain that cos with the ignition of hope, only to be dashed again, is truly unbearable.
Yula, socializing in the dining room with Joe, sensed that her 'Seed' had unexpectedly accelerated in maturity and her complexion subtly changed.
"What's wrong, my dear?"
Joe, who was constantly attentive to Yula, imdiately noticed sothing was amiss.
"Dear, I might have caught a chill this afternoon, and I'm feeling a bit unwell now,"
Yula said, her eyes widening pitifully.
"It's all my fault! All my fault!
Dear, you go and rest first!
I will bring the food back!"
Joe, thinking back to the dream induced by the drugs, blushed with embarrassnt.
He had never thought he could be so wild.
But...
It was truly exhilarating.
He wanted to experience it once more.
However, there was no chance now, he had to wait until the evening.
Thinking of this, the wealthy young master beca sowhat impatient.
Then, recalling the vow he made to Yula, he imdiately suppressed that lascivious thought—he intended to save himself, he promised Yula a certain kind of life.
With this in mind, Joe's expression grew even more concerned.
"I'll accompany you back first!"
The wealthy young master said.
"No need!
This place is our starting point, and it's already my dereliction of duty not to be able to accompany you.
You can't give up this opportunity!
Go for it!"
After speaking, Yula lifted her skirt and walked out.
She wanted to know what had happened, why her 'Seed' was about to germinate so quickly.
And Joe, watching Yula's retreating figure, clenched his fists in resolve.
'Yula, I will definitely make you happy!'
With this thought in mind, the young master picked up a wine glass from nearby and approached the few wealthy individuals in the room, having so ideas to discuss with the tycoons.
anwhile, in the top deck's cabin, Lucius stood up despondently and walked straight out.
At that mont, Lucius looked like a walking corpse as he moved to the upper deck, gazing at the turbulent river waters at night. The thought of Death involuntarily arose within the depths of the young Avenger's heart.
Living was too painful.
Perhaps Death was a release.
Dying, maybe he could see his father, his mother again.
As this idea erged, it began spreading wildly.
And then...
It was dispersed.
It was just a mont, but the young Avenger ca back to his senses.
Of course, the young Avenger had not fully recovered.
It was hatred that made the young Avenger choose to persevere.
But it was indeed too painful.
The young Avenger took a deep breath,
Hoping the pain would lessen a bit.
But it was futile.
The pain filling his heart did not subside; instead, it caused a slight confusion in his mind.
If this continued, the young Avenger would surely beco a madman.
But at this ti, Arthur spoke up—
"Wait!"
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