When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 940 940: 307: The Charmed Alfonso

Chapter 940: Chapter 307: The Chard Alfonso

——Generally speaking, Sons of the Moon do not require sleep.

They are Moon Demons, resurrected from death, belonging to a robust race with Dragon Blood flowing in their veins. Even if slain by a Sword, at most they would turn into statues or white ash, thus there is no need for sleep nor fear of sudden death or exhaustion.

Lack of Mana can be slowly compensated by Lifedrain…

However, Alfonso von Pilotti these days could only fall into Sleep as night fell.

There was no other reason, simply because his Mana expenditure during this period was too great…

To perform the rituals taught daily by Lady Kingsford, he almost had to exhaust all his Mana—because these were not the kind of complex rituals a Fourth Level Son of the Moon could handle. Being a Transcendent Path, Curse Ritual Magician, he was still only at the Third Level… not yet advanced to the Fourth Level to beco a Great Sorcerer.

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And because he was so powerless, he was not suspected from the beginning.

He even had to wear an amulet that temporarily increased his Mana, converting his Life Force into Mana, just to scrape together the minimum required Mana for the rituals. This amulet itself was loaned to him by Lady Kingsford. Therefore, he was filled with gratitude towards Lady Kingsford.

After depleting his Mana every day, he had to endure intense pain deep within his brain, falling into a Sleep filled with nightmares.

This day, Alfonso was tornted by nightmares as usual.

He dread again of making a foolish suggestion, being fiercely reprimanded by his father, laughed at by his siblings. Yet all he could do was smile dumbly, speechless.

“Your incompetence exceeds my expectations! A comfortable life has corrupted your minds.

“Great Sons of the Moon, you must not be so foolish! When I need you, do not play the clown here!”

The sound of his father smashing things echoed through the hall, so vivid in Alfonso’s mory, even repeatedly resounding. Yet the faces of his siblings were blurred… only his father’s rage, and Count Leipzig’s head bowing with a light laugh were profoundly morable.

At this mont, Count Leipzig simply raised his head with a smile.

He gently asked, “Can’t you forget it? My good baby…

“Is it because being scolded so by soone you admire was too much for you to accept?”

In that instant, Alfonso abruptly woke from his dream.

He realized this was not Count Leipzig. Even if he disliked that guy, he knew he would never display such a sinister smile…

“Awake now?”

The “Count Leipzig” chuckled.

When Alfonso realized that the “Count Leipzig” in front of him was not the real one, the entire nightmare froze. The father, previously in fury, suddenly grew quiet and stopped scolding, and the others halted as well. Within the entire space, only he and the “Count Leipzig” could still move.

“…Lady Kingsford?”

Alfonso tentatively asked: “Is it you?”

“It’s .”

As the “Count Leipzig” chuckled, he stretched out five fingers, playing them through the air as if strumming a harp.

The next mont, everyone in this dream wilted and lted. Like snown under the Sun, or ice sculptures being burned by flas.

The shell of the “Count Leipzig” also lted away, revealing its inner essence.

It was a beauty beyond human comprehension, the Witch from the Domain of Love—

She had slightly elongated ears, clearly a Half-Elf. Her fair skin seed to shimr, and her dark golden hair was smooth and silky, cascading down to her waist. Her bosom was impressively high, and the white silk she wore did little to hide her allure. Instead, it was her dark gold pupils—this was the only part of her that appeared too majestic and sharp.

Despite her long-standing fa, she still looked to be just over twenty. Her skin and features retained a girlish tenderness, and her soft, friendly smile seed very accommodating.

“Did you miss , baby?”

Anna Kingsford smiled gently, walking to Alfonso’s side and affectionately stroking his hair.

Alfonso wasn’t rely transford into a Son of the Moon by Red Chancellor Peng Bonazzi—he was a child of a human and a Son of the Moon before his transformation.

Yes, he was the child born to Peng Bonazzi and his Blood Slave.

After reaching adulthood, he was personally transford into a Son of the Moon by Peng Bonazzi.

His appearance also inherited his parents’ excellence… He had brilliant golden short hair and pupils naturally crimson like wine. He could be described as handso from any angle, albeit with a slightly effeminate touch.

He looked like an eternal youth of seventeen or eighteen, and if he grew his hair longer and wore a dress, he could pass for a beautiful young lady without any makeup. With such superior facial features, he had grown accustod to pleasing others with his charm.

The young ladies of Star Antimony often fell easily under his sweet-talking, obsessively following him; those noblewon also particularly liked such a handso yet tender youth; and here, unlike Avalon, there was also a group of old male aristocrats who favored male beauty…

“To dream of this matter again… It seems, Peng Bonazzi has indeed left a deep psychological shadow on you.”

Anna Kingsford hugged Alfonso, softly comnting, “After this, you need to find a reliable psychologist for a diagnosis.”

“…Where can I find a trustworthy psychologist.”

Alfonso sighed bitterly, “I carry too many secrets, and I dare not let my guard down to sleep.”

“Do you hate Peng Bonazzi then?”

Anna suddenly asked in a low voice.

“No, how could I…”

Alfonso shook his head: “I just wish to ease my father’s worries. It was I who offered the foolish advice… due to my own lack of experience.”

At that ti, he hadn’t investigated Yulia or understood the political situation in Avalon at all. Seeing that no one else spoke up, he wanted to impress his father, so he rashly volunteered.

“…But now I know, Yulia is not that easy to deceive. So yes, I was indeed wrong at that ti.”

“Oh…?”

Anna leaned close to Alfonso, her cheek gently pressing against his, while the fingers of her other hand gently traced sothing on the left side of his face, “Admitting your mistake already? Do you regret it then… helping with this favor?”

“I won’t regret it, Lady Kingsford.”

Alfonso shook his head: “Although I indeed acted foolishly… I think, my father wasn’t so angry because of my foolishness. It’s because they truly are incompetents.

“If I want to truly beco an adult in my father’s eyes, at the end of the day, I still need more strength—so Lady Kingsford, I still hope for your help!”

“Of course, I’ll help you.”

Anna chuckled, whispering in his ear: “But I will ask for a reward.”

“…Yes.”

Alfonso’s cheeks flushed as he spoke softly: “Just like before.”

He really wasn’t good at much, so when he sought out Lady Kingsford, he could only play to his strengths—spending a night with this fearso woman from the Rose Cross Society.

But oddly, he found Lady Kingsford quite charming. Although he worried beforehand that she might tornt him, as most Transcendents on the Path of Love were not normal, she appeared exceptionally gentle, making Alfonso feel he wasn’t at a loss at all.

Even… he felt that he might even be falling for her.

So much so that he felt indignant for her!

—Such a beautiful, gentle lady, how could people slander her like this!

Of course, compared to his father… Lady Kingsford could only rank second in his heart.

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