"Are you sure it’s him?"
Inside the manor room, Viscount Mod looked at the portrait in his hand, frowning slightly.
"Yes, Lady Soya’s transcendent revelation points to this person."
The subordinate responded in a deep voice, and Viscount Mod was silent for a mont.
He thought of the person wanted by the kingdom, the one who killed Duke Charles and rescued the rmaid.
Combining it with Bernard’s cause of death and the similar disappearance of rmaids.
A doubt arose in his mind.
"Do you think he is that Saint?"
In a low tone, a notorious criminal suspected to be at Saint Level, even their Hurricane Lord Mansion had to be cautious.
"Sir, I don’t think so."
After deliberating for a mont, the subordinate speculated, "The traces of Bernard and others dying on the scene are sowhat inconsistent with the rumors from Banli Port."
"Moreover, that person supposedly possesses Saint-level ans, but from the situation on the scene, he may not even be at Fifth Rank... Perhaps soone is disguising themselves to evade our investigation."
After so speculation and analysis, Viscount Mod pondered for a mont.
His gaze gradually turned cold, and he thoroughly morized the golden-armored figure in the drawing.
"Since that’s the case, go and investigate thoroughly."
"I want to see who dares to be so presumptuous on our Hurricane Island."
As his words fell, the subordinate nodded heavily and quickly left.
At the sa ti, footsteps sounded.
"Viscount, the birthday banquet is about to start."
"I know."
Responding indifferently, Viscount Mod slightly adjusted his silk robe.
Blue base with golden patterns, intricate designs embroidered within.
Then, he stepped out of the room, followed by the servant and the guarding silver-helted knight down to the first-floor banquet hall.
Red carpet, exquisite chandelier.
A spacious area of nearly a thousand square ters, with sculpted windows seven or eight ters high, where white candles cast a glow.
A giant oval wooden table in the center displays various fruits, delicacies, red wine, and pastries.
Figures dressed in suits and long dresses co and go, as soothing music softly plays, and so take this opportunity to dance elegantly.
"Viscount Mod."
"Viscount!"
"Lord Mod!"
Various calls suddenly rang out, and the man with several brown ponytails in his silk robe instantly beca the focal point of the entire gathering.
Despite his shorter stature compared to the average person, those sowhat rugged features and his position as the third son of Hurricane Lord exerted great pressure, with everyone proactively showing respect.
He nodded lightly in response, occasionally exchanging a few words with so of the distinguished nobles.
Viscount Mod took the wine glass handed by a servant and gently swirled it.
"Viscount Mod, do you know when Lord Hurricane will arrive?"
Soone asked, and he casually shook his head.
"My father has his own arrangents, so please enjoy the banquet."
The questioner pondered, then saw a figure approaching quickly from the direction of the carved doors of the banquet hall.
Leading the way was a tall woman in a red silk gown, with golden wavy hair and a beautiful appearance nearing thirty.
Behind her followed several knights and guards, especially one who was just a half step behind.
One wearing a mage robe, with gray-white hair and a profound aura.
The other had a unusually burly physique, wore a sleeveless robe, and the bald middle-aged man gave a great sense of pressure in eye contact.
"It’s Lady Soya; I didn’t expect her to remain so beautiful and captivating after all these years."
"No wonder she’s the only daughter of Hurricane Lord, the lady of the Red Dragon Family; even Mage Simon willingly follows."
"And then there’s Lord Long Tai, said to be Hurricane Lord’s top warrior, recently assigned as Lady Soya’s Guard Captain..."
Voices of envy rise in the air, and Viscount Mod’s gaze flashed as he led his people forward to greet her.
"Soya."
He feigned a smile and warmth, but the woman in the red silk gown maintained a cold expression.
"Where’s father?"
"He will appear."
Viscount Mod maintained his smile, holding her gaze for several seconds.
"Don’t think I don’t know; it was you who persuaded Vito, leading him to take Simon and Long Tai out to sea."
"If he can’t wake up, I will settle this score with you slowly."
As her words settled, Viscount Mod’s smile gradually disappeared.
"Seems like you’ve developed quite a temper since marrying into the Red Dragon Family."
"Don’t forget, I’m his uncle. I care for him no less than anyone else."
They locked eyes, causing the initially relaxed atmosphere to tense significantly.
In the end, Viscount Mod turned away to converse with other prominent nobles.
"Truly I don’t understand why Father repeatedly permits his antics."
With a beautiful face, eyebrows furrowing slightly, her golden wavy hair was pinned up, fastened with a golden hairpin.
Mage Simon and Long Tai hesitated to speak, then saw her turning her head to inquire again.
"Do you think, does that Ocean Dominator actually have an owner?"
"Most likely not, Madam."
Mage Simon nodded, "We’ve observed it for several days; its behavioral habits are entirely solitary, with growth relying solely on its hunting, not appearing to be under anyone’s control."
"However, it’s peculiar; it possesses a transcendent item, uncertain whether it’s given by soone else....."
Without answering, the woman nad Soya turned to look at the bald middle-aged Long Tai.
"I agree with Mage Simon."
He spoke in a deep voice, using his master-servant relationship with the Griffin as an example.
"Alright, it doesn’t matter whether it has a master or not."
"Dare to frighten Vito, leaving him unconscious for so many days..."
The phoenix eyes coldly glinted as Soya spoke icily, "After the longevity banquet, I will ask my father to tear it apart."
"You two, co down later and thoroughly investigate its whereabouts."
"Yes!"
The two nodded to accept the order, then watched as each other moved toward the center of the banquet hall.
"Looks like we’re busy again."
Mage Simon, with graying hair, spoke helplessly as Long Tai, the bald middle-aged man beside him, watched the surroundings vigilantly, his voice still deep.
"After all, it’s a Fifth-Order Sea Beast; Lady Suo Ya also doesn’t want future troubles."
"Hmm... That’s indeed reasonable."
"However, for so reason, ever since that sea beast escaped, I’ve felt rather uneasy these past few days."
Mage Simon voiced his concerns, and Long Tai furrowed his brows.
"Do you think it will seek revenge against us two soon?"
"Though it sounds a bit far-fetched, beasts often bear grudges, so it’s not impossible."
Upon hearing this and seeing the worried expression on Mage Simon’s wrinkled face, Long Tai’s brows suddenly relaxed.
"No wonder they say the Mage Series is hard to achieve."
"Old Simon, since when did you beco so timid?"
He spoke unceremoniously, "It’s just a sea beast, and we’re on land."
"Moreover, don’t forget...."
He raised his hand to point at the red carpet underfoot, then glanced around the estate.
"This is Viscount Mod’s estate, the Hurricane Mansion protected by the lord’s grace..."
Bang!!!
A sudden loud noise echoed, shaking the entire estate.
The unspoken words and the clamor abruptly paused, the crowd stood dumbfounded, and then they saw a vigilant roar piercing the ears.
"Roar!!"
Boom!!
The roar was forcibly interrupted, followed by the sudden shattering of the seven-to-eight-ter high carved windows in the banquet hall.
The Griffin with an eagle head and lion body flew backward, its eight-to-nine-ter fra smashing through the glass, sliding ten ters, crashing into the oval wooden table in the estate hall, and falling to the ground, all the way to Long Tai’s feet.
The red carpet on the ground was stained even darker with blood, the crowd stood in shock, dazed for several monts.
Finally, soone looked down.
The Fifth-Order Griffin had already lost half of its body, especially its neck onward, like the lion’s chest and abdon.
It was as if pierced by a punch, the heart and viscera obliterated, the semicircular gap glaringly obvious.
"No!!"
A furious roar resounded, the bald middle-aged Long Tai snapped back to reality, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot, almost bulging in a red haze.
The scene of the Griffin’s death shocked him greatly, his aura exploded, causing the air inside the entire estate to tremble.
Veins bulged, his face full of murderous intent, he turned his head toward the shattered window outside.
Under the Blood Moon, a seven-to-eight-ter White Gray Giant Statue clad in Golden Armor hovered in mid-air.
Stone Wings flapped, its right arm like a rock sculpture still maintained the punching motion.
Moreover, behind the shoulder stood a blue-black Single Horn figure, whose scarlet eyes devoid of any emotion looked down.
"Was it you who injured my sea beast?"
A low inquiry, the crowd simultaneously froze.
Feeling uneasy, Mage Simon’s face slightly changed, and behind, Viscount Mod and Soya both furrowed their brows.
Sea beast?
The Ocean Dominator, Octopus Giant Beast?
It actually has a master?
"If it’s , what of it!!"
Suddenly, amidst the loud shout.
Long Tai lost his rationality, suddenly leaping high, his body enlarged in mid-air to nearly three ters.
His bulging veins and blood vessels twisted nacingly like a dragon snake, the thumping heartbeat resonated in everyone’s minds.
"Fifth-Rank Warrior Sequencer!"
Soone exclaid, the previously tense and cold atmosphere cald slightly.
As if the frozen air finally began to flow, the entire night sky darkened.
The crowd focused their attention, various thoughts arose.
In the next mont.
Boom!!!
The three-ter figure instantly shattered into debris, scarlet blood sprayed all over the sky.
All flesh and bones vanished without a trace, leaving only a spherical object rolling on the neatly arranged green lawn below.
The bloodshot widened eyes retained the last mont of shock and discoloration, reflecting in its pupils the Golden Armored White Gray Giant Statue still hovering in mid-air, maintaining the Bombardnt Punch stance.
From head to tail, there weren’t many changes, everyone inside and outside the estate gaped in horror and fear.
Fifth Order Peak Warrior Series.... instant kill?
"And you?"
The calm and low voice rang again as the blue-black figure on the White Gray Giant Statue’s shoulder looked down toward the banquet hall.
Mage Simon with graying hair stood frozen, followed by a more indifferent low voice.
"Do you want to die with no remains, or take your life now?"
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