Still, he couldn’t scold himself and sigh in regret,
‘Ha! My greed had blinded me. I should have at least tried to find why that kid was in the Fuller estate before taking action.’
But since there was no use in crying over the spilled milk, he looked at Dean who seemed to want to keep talking and asked,
“What do you plan to do now?”
Instead of answering, Dean just stared at him.
Wiley stared back, meeting his gaze.
After a few seconds, Dean asked, “Before I tell you that, I need to know if you are sure he had the thunder sword.”
Wiley straightened his spine, and secretly took out the [Witch’s Destruction Talisman] before nodding, “Yes. I’m sure.”
Hearing this, Dean grinned, “Good. As for what we are going to do…” While speaking, he stood up and respectfully bowed toward the door.
Swoosh!
Right at that moment, the doors flung open and a stern looking older lady, giving off a strong presence walked in.
Count Wiley jumped to his feet, his grip on the talisman tightening as he cautiously stared at her… the Dalton Matriarch, ready to risk it all.
Meanwhile, Dean finished his words, “… my Matriarch would tell us.”
Helen, the Dalton Matriarch, nodded at Dean, allowing him to stand properly before glancing at Count Wiley.
Noticing his nervousness, she faintly smiled, “There is nothing to worry about, Wiley. You are a family member and we don’t harm our own family.”
Wiley wanted to scoff at this. Sure his sister was Dean’s wife, but he knew if benefitted them, Dean, no, even his sister wouldn’t hesitate to kill him.
Still, he had no choice but to obediently nod his head. Helen then sat down and gestured for him to take his seat. But since Dean was standing, he didn’t dare sit either.
“I’m fine like this, Lady Helen.” He said before asking, “So what are we going to do… about the thunder sword.”
Helen looked at him in silence for a moment before saying, “We can’t compete with the four noble families and the Royal family. But if I believe we still have a very good chance in getting the Thunder Sword.” As she said this, a serious expression appeared on her aged face, “Wiley, I’m going to give you a very important and dangerous task. You need to…”
Once she finished telling him what he needed to do, his expression turned ugly. But when she asked if he was willing to do it or not, he gritted his teeth and nodded.
“I’ll do it, Lady Helen. Just… ensure my safety.” “Of course.” Helen nodded. She then got up and left without giving them a single glance more.
“We are together in this, brother. Don’t worry.” Dean walked over to him, patted his shoulder, and walked out of the Villa.
Ha!
Wiley stood unmoving for over ten minutes before he eventually took a deep breath, and loosened his grip of his talisman.
“I’ll make sure we are…” He muttered, a ruthless light flashing in his eyes.
…
Somewhere near the Green Leaf Kingdom’s main battlefield…
A haggard male figure was lying in an underground cavern.
The ground around him had turned dark red from the dry blood, his shredded clothes were colored crimson, save for some spots that indicated they were originally pristine white.
There was a ghastly wound on his chest, his hands and legs were deformed and his face white deathly pale.
If not for occasional twitches of his fingers and slowly rising and falling chest, anyone who saw him would think he was dead.
Cough!
Suddenly, his eyes opened and he hacked out a few mouthfuls of blood with pieces of internal organs mixed within.
After a while, he stopped coughing, and looked at the cavern’s ceiling, his eyes glinting ominously,
“You lowlife… you’ll regret it. I’ll make you regret… cough, cough, ever being born!”
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Esther, Amelia, Mina and Anna were gathered in a room, all of them sporting worried looks on their faces.
Mina glanced at Amelia and asked, “Did he not talk to you today either?”
Amelia, eyes red, tears threatening to fall, nodded, “Yeah. He… seems to have changed completely. He isn’t as loving and caring… he has become too indifferent and distant.”
Esther bit her lip when she heard her words while Mina sighed and her shoulders slumped.
Seeing this, Anna clapped her hands and said in a cheerful tone, “Don’t worry mother, Aunt Esther, Aunt Mina… it should be temporary. He should return to his normal self soon.”
The ladies just nodded at her words, clearly not believing them. Even Amelia, who always had a positive outlook at everything, was pessimistic.
After a while, Anna left the room and sighed, her bright eyes brimming with tears. “Why? Why is everything going wrong?”
Just a few days ago, when they gave Ashton [Drop of Life], he had completely recovered. Not only the situation caused by the [Devil Blood] revered, even his cracked mana core had completely recovered and even his cultivation had completely solidified, and he could easily break through to the Four Star realm after a few days of rest.
They were very happy, thinking everything was going to be alright from now on.
But the next day when they woke up, their happiness turned into worry because Ashton seemed to have turned into a completely different person.
He stopped talking and stopped spending time with them. If he was sad or depressed, they would understand that he wasn’t feeling well and that was why he wasn’t talking to them.
But he was completely fine. Even more heart wrenching was the fact that every time they went to talk to him, he would be very indifferent and cold and would look at them as if they weren’t his family but some strangers… or servants.
“It’s all because of that accursed bloodline. If it hadn’t awakened, he wouldn’t have changed.”
Anna gritted her teeth, and her eyes blazed with fury as the image of his now golden pupils flashed in her mind.
