Chapter 658 Masked Ghost
Swoosh!
Splurt!
Emily appeared behind the last early-stage Four Star demon of the group and beheaded him with a swift slash.
Ha!
After glancing around, she saw the Fullers were killing the remaining demons and took a deep breath, calming down her blood flow and agitated mana.
After that, she started digging out the cores of the demons she had killed.
Right then,
Swoosh!
She noticed Lily and Sera rushed toward someone. When she looked over, she realized Max had returned.
However, when she took a good look at his face, especially his eyes, which had turned faded crimson pink, her brows furrowed in worry because the last time she saw his eyes change color like this was when he was suffering from his bloodline backlash.
Her fists clenched tight, and her jaws set. 'He had to push himself to the limits again?'
After taking a deep breath, she walked over to him, and while Lily and Sera asked if he was alright, she asked, "Are you able to suppress it?"
His words surprised the duo, while Max was confused for a moment when he saw her looking at his eyes and understood what she meant.
"It's not an issue." He answered somewhat awkwardly.
"Good." She nodded before turning around and continuing to dig out the demon cores.
...
Lily and Sera looked at Max in confusion before Lily asked, "What did sister Emily mean, young master?"
Max pointed to his eyes and said, "She thought I had bloodline backlash." Nôv(el)B\\jnn
The capital city... Royal Palace...
One hour after Magus left the city for the battlefield...
Sitting high on his throne, Azaroth was deep in thought, his gaze distant, while in front of him, a middle-aged man knelt on his both knees, cold sweat running down his back.
This man was none other than the silver-masked ghost who attacked the Garfield family with Dean and Count Wiley.
After returning to the palace, he tried to find the reason why Max hated his family and soon found one of the members of the Royal family had attacked Max's family, almost killing his father.
After a few moments, Azaroth looked at him and sighed, "If you hadn't forced Viscount Ashton to use extreme measures and suffer irrevocable damage, things would have been manageable. But now...
I'm sorry to say, but you have to sacrifice your life in apology to that kid."
When the masked ghost heard these words, his heart chilled, but he didn't raise his head or say anything in protest.
"Are you willing to do that?" Azaroth asked.
The masked ghost took a deep breath. "My King, if it can help the Royal family and you promise to protect my family, I am willing to do it."
"Good. You go and spend your remaining time with your family." Azaroth said.
The masked ghost stood up and bowed before leaving the palace.
When he was some distance away, he took out his communication crystal and sent someone a message before continuing on his way.
Meanwhile, Azaroth, sitting on his throne, rubbed his temple, "How troublesome!"
Right then, a graceful lady, almost as beautiful as the elegant elven city lord, Elena, appeared in front of him.
Taking a step forward, she turned her body and sat on his thigh before gently asking, "What is worrying you now, my king?"
Azaroth, noticing the teasing and somewhat exasperated tone in her voice, smiled wryly, "It seems one of the grand elders has either overcome with greed or has made some deal with those scums in the central plains."
"He has targeted the special bloodline boy who you must have heard about in the last few days."
"I don't understand." The lady, who was Azaroth's first wife and Eric's mother, shook her head. "What's the exact problem? Is it the grand elder contacting those people or him targeting the boy?"
"It's the latter." Azaroth sighed.