Chapter 482 - Chapter 482: 480 Emerges_1

Chapter 482: 480 Emerges_1

“Prince Harrison, Princess Judy, Count Angler, welcome to White Dew Fortress!”

In front of White Dew Fortress, the elegantly dressed Duchess greeted the visiting guests with an impeccable smile.

As if she had completely forgotten that these “honored guests” had just led an army to break through White Dew City and killed her husband.

Colin dismounted and came to the Duchess with a cheerful smile, saying,

“This is my first visit, and I haven’t prepared any valuable gifts, I hope you don’t mind, ma’am.”

As he spoke, Colin clapped his hands, and four guards behind him immediately carried a coffin forward.

It goes without saying whose remains are in the coffin.

The atmosphere on the scene instantly changed, the air was so stagnant that one could barely breathe.

All of the St. Prowse family members had flames in their eyes. If looks could kill, Colin would have been riddled with holes by now.

Unfortunately, looks can’t kill.

The St. Prowse family could only impotently rage.

The Duchess’s expression seemed as usual, as if the body in the coffin was just a stranger’s. She said indifferently,

“Count Angler, your thoughtfulness is appreciated, such a heavy gift, the St. Prowse family will surely remember it.”

Colin raised his eyebrows and felt somewhat embarrassed to continue with his provocative remarks, or he would feel like he was bullying a widow.

He scanned the crowd behind the Duchess and asked, puzzled,

“Why haven’t I seen Marquis Vincent?”

“Vincent was seriously injured and is still unconscious, so he could not come to greet you.”

“Seriously injured and unconscious?” Colin blinked, “So that’s the case… I would like to visit Marquis, I wonder if it would be convenient?”

At these words, the St. Prowse family opposite began to breathe even heavier, clearly considering Colin’s hypocritical gesture as a provocation.

The Duchess’s expression also turned cold, and she said indifferently, “I’m sorry, Count Angler, I appreciate your kindness. However, Vincent really isn’t in a condition to meet visitors right now. It wouldn’t be too late to meet you once his injuries have healed.”

Since Colin was on someone else’s turf, he didn’t want to be seen as too arrogant, so he nodded and said,

“Alright.”

The Duchess turned her body and extended her hand in a gesture of invitation, saying, “Please come in, honored guests. We have prepared rooms for you. Please rest for a while, and there will be a grand welcome banquet in the evening.”

Colin nodded, walking into White Dew Fortress with an unaffected air under the hostile gazes from all around.

Prince Harrison and Princess Judy followed him in.

Under the guidance of a maid, Colin entered his room.

The overall architectural style of White Dew Fortress emphasizes delicacy and elegance. The main body is constructed with carefully cut white glazed rock. The floor and walls all give off a light beige color. Emeralds, red and blue gemstones can be seen everywhere in the room, even sparkling diamonds are embedded in conspicuous places.

Various styles of oil paintings and animal skull specimens are hung on the walls. Colin had no artistic appreciation ability, and after a glance, he paid no more attention.

“Sir, do you need me to serve you for a bath and change of clothes?” The young maid asked with a blush.

“No need. I can manage myself. You can go.”

Rejecting the maid’s offer, Colin removed his armor and went to the bathroom alone.

The bathtub had been filled with warm water, and there was a faint scent of jasmine. Colin didn’t know where the St. Prowse family got the jasmine in the middle of winter.

Slowly sitting in the bathtub, feeling the suitably warm water soak every inch of his skin, Colin closed his eyes comfortably.

However, he didn’t stop thinking.

When the Duchess said Marquis Vincent was seriously injured and unconscious earlier, Colin absolutely didn’t believe it.

As his own transformed Bloodline, Marquis Vincent would only be in danger if his head had been cut off. Extensive injuries to him are nothing more than a slight itch.

How could he possibly be unconscious from serious injuries?

Could he be pretending to be dead?

Moreover, he doesn’t even come out to greet me when I arrive at the White Dew Fortress, haha…

After witnessing a Blood slave voluntarily leaving food for their relatives in a small village outside Riverside City, Colin became wary.

If a Blood slave without self-consciousness could unwittingly show pity for their relatives, what about a Bloodline with self-consciousness?

Having self-consciousness means weighing advantages and disadvantages, considering gains and losses.

Then, when a Bloodline determines, after weighing options, that the benefits of betrayal far outweigh loyalty, would they still choose loyalty?

This was particularly evident in Marquis Vincent.

Marquis Vincent had previously obeyed Colin, maybe because of the Bloodline, but perhaps more because he needed Colin’s help at that time.

Without Colin, he was just a pitiful man abandoned by his father and framed by his younger brother.

But now, Colin has helped him clear all obstacles and the position of Duke of the East is within his grasp. Would Vincent still be willing to be Colin’s servant, harming his own interests for him?

Colin finds it quite unlikely.

So, what is Marquis Vincent’s plan now?

Is he planning to continue playing dead, deliberately not cooperating with Colin in his next move, waiting for the Blood Knight Army to withdraw from the east due to the War Order, and then he will take over as the Duke of the East?

Or has he come up with a more vicious plan, preparing to solve his master once and for all and regain his freedom?

Colin felt that the latter possibility was more likely.

A curve gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he found the current situation very interesting and even started looking forward to the upcoming performance of Marquis Vincent.

But at this moment, Colin suddenly smelled a faint scent of blood.

He opened his eyes suddenly, looked around, but found nothing unusual in the bathroom.

But Colin’s alertness did not lessen at all, after all, he had just guessed that Marquis Vincent might backlash.

Could this be a trap set by him for himself?

Thinking of this, Colin got up from the bathtub, wiped the water drops off his body with a towel, and got dressed again.

Then, he started carefully discerning the origin of this scent of blood.

But soon, Colin found that this scent of blood was somewhat familiar, as if he had smelled it somewhere before.

Entering the bedroom, the scent of blood gradually became stronger.

And Colin finally remembered, this was clearly the scent he smelt in the underground Blood Pool of Floral City!

The same smell had appeared in the Schultz Family’s Swan Castle!

So…

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“Count Angler.”

A familiar and deep voice sounded behind him.

Colin’s body stiffened, and his face showed a complicated expression.

He slowly turned around, looking at the familiar face that appeared behind him at some unknown time, and forced a rigid smile, saying,

“Should I call you Duke St. Hilde? Or Mr. Ji?”