Deception and concealnt are different.
In deception, you only need to deceive yourself, and then you can basically deceive everyone else.
But concealnt is different.
No matter how you conceal, there will be flaws exposed.
Even if you hide a leaf in the forest, you will encounter elentary students with glasses and high school students with braids tirelessly searching for differences.
If you encounter an adult with a pipe and wearing a Deerstalker Cap, then congratulations, you've hit the jackpot.
The 'Blood Drinker' Haibo had experienced sothing similar.
Therefore, when facing its absolute 'fatal weakness,' it chose 'forgetfulness'!
That's right!
Forgetfulness!
After using 'Distortion' to change 'the fresh blood of its descendants could kill it' into 'the fresh blood of its direct female descendants within five generations could cause fatal harm to it,' it forgot part of it!
That part was extrely crucial!
And it was carefully hidden!
That part was—
Only the 'Bloodline Clan' mbers possessing the fresh blood of its direct female descendants within five generations could cause fatal harm to it.
Using the secret technique of the 'Bloodline Clan,' the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo made itself forget this part.
Then, when it ca into contact with its direct female descendants within five generations, it would rember it.
Besides that?
There was no way for others to peep at it.
After all, even it didn't rember.
'Quite impressive, !'
The sudden mory that erged in its mind almost caused the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo to burst into loud laughter.
It admired its own decision.
It also mocked the ignorance of the Southern Lost Spirit dium before it.
Finally—
"Haha."
This forr demigod couldn't hold back and just laughed out loud.
The laugh filled with self-satisfaction and mockery, and the micro expressions on its face made the corners of Arthur's mouth rise.
Similarly, Arthur also let out a soft chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?"
The 'Blood Drinker' Haibo stopped laughing, a look of confusion flashing in its eyes.
"What are you laughing at?"
Arthur countered.
"I'm laughing at sothing laughable!"
The 'Blood Drinker' Haibo squinted its eyes.
"Sa here, I'm also laughing at sothing laughable," said Arthur, his eyes narrowing slightly too.
Facing the deanor of the Southern Lost Spirit dium, the 'Blood Drinker' Haibo couldn't shake the feeling that sothing was amiss and almost subconsciously, the demigod thought to create so distance.
But,
it was too late.
In its field of vision, a hint of bloodred appeared in the young Southern Lost Spirit dium's eyes.
That was the hallmark of the 'Bloodline Clan' mbers.
The 'Blood Drinker' Haibo recognized it.
But how could the Southern Lost Spirit dium possibly be a mber of the 'Bloodline Clan'?
Subconsciously, the demigod looked toward Arthur's left hand, which was not holding a sword— that hand was not only retracted into the sleeve but also obscured by the body.
The demigod couldn't see everything clearly.
However, the demigod was sure that the 'Blood of Doting' must be worn on a finger of that hand!
The demigod didn't know where the young Southern Lost Spirit dium had acquired that 'Blood of Doting' from, nor why it didn't sense the presence of the fragntary Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm.
After all, none of that mattered anymore.
What mattered was that the demigod wanted to know how the Southern Lost Spirit dium had discovered it!
It had hidden itself so flawlessly.
Why?
Why could the Southern Lost Spirit dium before it discover it?
With reluctance, the demigod spoke—
"How did you know?"
Arthur laughed.
He replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I am a Spirit dium, after all."
Hearing such an obvious statent, the "Blood Drinker," Haibo, had no words to offer, or perhaps being turned to ash, it simply couldn't refute.
Arthur would never tell the other party that the hasty exit of the "Blood Descendants" was just so guesswork at the bottom of his heart.
For a sceptical person like Arthur, if the "Blood Drinker" Haibo had distorted his own vulnerability, leading to a change in conditions, then why not make the distortion greater and the condition changes even more?
For example: add the clause of the "Bloodline Clan" to the deal.
After all, if the final outco wouldn't change, why not make the changeable conditions more stringent?
With this premise in mind, Arthur would certainly be even more cautious.
After the "Blood Descendants" left the scene, he had his dog bring him the "Blood of Doting" as a precaution.
It was just in case.
Even if he was wrong, what of it?
But what if he was right?
Arthur lowered his head to look at the gradually dissipating ashes, then his gaze shifted to the "Spider's Claw" in his hand.
A cold and fiery sensation erged from the bottom of his heart.
The exterior was icy.
The interior, however, was enveloped in flas.
In a flash, Arthur's vision changed—
Within the splendid estate, handso and beautiful young n and won were arguing while playing with him like a doll.
"Enough!
We don't need those extra conditions!
If it weren't for the Marquis wanting the port's managent rights, you wouldn't even be my wife!"
The impatient young man cut off his wife's words.
"Hmph!
Do you think I would marry a 'Blood Race' like you who can't even achieve Entry at 30, if it weren't for the Marquis' personal visit and his expression of sincerity?"
The beautiful wife said fiercely while baring her teeth sharply like a wolfhound—teeth that represented the status within the "Bloodline Clan," and the faint crimson shadow that lood behind her further indicated her identity as an "Entrant."
In the face of the crimson apparition, the handso young man kept retreating.
This elicited scornful laughter from his wife.
Angered and humiliated, the husband stord out.
Leaving behind the idle wife.
Playing with their son?
It was quite amusing just now.
Now?
Without soone to scorn, everything suddenly beca dull.
It would be more fun to play so gas with a servant.
"Haibo, dress yourself properly, your boots, and rember to tie your bow neatly.
If you cannot manage that…
I'll lock you up with those Blood Pigs."
Faced with his mother's words, Haibo hastened into action.
He didn't want to be locked up with the Blood Pigs.
But in the end, he botched it.
The three fingers his mother had broken the night before made it impossible for him to tie his bow properly.
He wasn't taken to the banquet.
After being slapped twice by his father, he was still locked up with the Blood Pigs—those won who provided fresh blood for the "Bloodline Clan" and were referred to as Blood Pigs.
Most of these were young girls who had made mistakes.
A few were young girls bought at high prices.
And he was locked in the greenhouse with a girl nad Elizabeth who had been purchased—To ensure the deliciousness of fresh blood, the living conditions of the Blood Pigs were not harsh, and the food provided to them was of extrely high quality, even if it was mostly vegetarian.
But many believed that Blood Pigs should be grateful to enjoy such treatnt before death.
However, Elizabeth was not among them.
Elizabeth didn't want to die.
So, Elizabeth abducted Haibo.
The girl thought that as the son of soone important, Haibo could exchange her a chance at life.
But, unfortunately…
Haibo's parents couldn't wait for him to die.
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