Chapter 143: 139 Divine Son!

Chapter 143: Chapter 139 Divine Son!

The following day at Kane Mansion.

Lis’s experiences from yesterday’s banquet hall were still vivid in his mind as he and Taya entered the grand hall, arm in arm,

His Majesty the King and Duke Hade were all smiles, looking as if they had anticipated this scene.

Mora was slightly surprised, her winking and grimacing indicated a bit of astonishment at Taya’s presence, but mostly it was directed at teasing Lis.

Second Prince Yatean’s face was so dark it seemed almost dripping with gloom; he forced a smile and greeted several nobles around him before hurriedly leaving the banquet hall.

The expressions of those noble ladies were even more interesting, resembling disappointed hopes, then they were further overwhelmed by Taya’s display of dominance, bowing their heads in even deeper dismay.

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After the orderly evening came to an end, Taya blinked her eyes, laughed, and let go of Lis’s arm before leaving directly.

“See you next time, Lis!”

Listening to the girl’s bell-like voice fading away, Lis also smiled and soon departed from the Royal Palace.

As for what had happened, who knew?

No longer dwelling on these matters, Lis knew that only by mastering strength could he control everything and make all affairs turn out as desired.

Moreover, there was an urgent matter waiting for Lis to attend to!

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“Is this the place?”

Marion asked Lis, standing beside him.

That morning, as he hunted on Gedo Street, Marion had met Lis unexpectedly soon after their last encounter, only to be told that someone wanted to meet him.

Recalling the legendary aura he had felt around Lis previously, Marion had not resisted the prospect, obediently following Lis here.

Constantly accompanying Prince Burns, he naturally knew the terror of legendary strongmen; since that person was interested, it was better for him to comply.

Now, he appeared every inch the elegant, long-established noble, showing nothing of the tumult he had caused in the Lower City District just days ago.

Lis, composed, led Marion into the second-floor study, closed the door, and gestured for him to sit on the sofa and wait.

Even as Lis served the tea, Marion nodded his thanks, showing no sign of relaxation.

Lis too sat to one side waiting when suddenly a shadow emerged across from Marion on the sofa, and Lord Joyce’s figure appeared from within the shadow.

Legend!

And a legendary assassin!

Extremely powerful! A legendary strongman comparable to His Highness the Prince.

Feeling the sharp aura surrounding him, Marion felt as if he had plunged into an ice cellar, the terrifying intent to kill forcing him to lower his head, not daring to look directly at the elder before him.

Lord Joyce looked at the vampire before him and retracted his aura.

This was also a minor intimidation for Marion, who had nearly scared Lord Joyce’s beloved apprentice previously.

But Lord Joyce knew that these Blood Clan members rarely caused fatalities, and Ashley wasn’t hurt; otherwise, it would have been more than just a suppression of aura.

“Your name is Marion?”

Lord Joyce asked in a nonchalant tone, displaying an air of authority.

“Yes, Lord Joyce.”

Marion answered respectfully, having been informed of his name by Lis during their journey.

Truthfully, if he weren’t wary of upsetting this formidable figure, Marion would have seized Lis right then to demand a clear explanation.

This aura was different from when Lis had used the “Dimension Shield” previously!

You, lad, have two legendary patrons behind you?

“Which Bloodline Prince are you following?”

Upon hearing this, Marion tensed. How did this one seem so well-informed about the Blood Clan’s affairs?

However, Marion did not conceal anything, knowing how crucial it was to have a solid backing.

“It is His Excellency, Prince Frostblood Burns.”

“Burns?”

Lord Joyce frowned slightly. Not to mention the Blood Clan, he indeed hadn’t heard of any legendary strongman named Burns.

Of course, this might also be because Lord Joyce was still quite a young legend himself, with not many connections.

However, considering that Marion wouldn’t dare to deceive him, Joyce nodded and continued to ask:

“You came to Bright City looking for a vampire, what business do you have?”

“This…”

Marion hesitated, as it involved the Divine Son of the Blood Clan. Even facing a legendary strongman, he couldn’t casually reveal it.

“If you are looking for someone from the Blood Clan, I can help you find them. Just tell the truth.”

Now Marion found himself in a difficult situation. Could this person really know where the Divine Son was?

After pondering for a while, Marion decided to reveal a bit of information, cautiously saying:

“Prince His Highness sent me to Bright City to locate a member of the Blood Clan. He said it might affect the future of the Blood Clan.”

Upon hearing this, Lis glanced slightly at Angela, who was perched on his shoulder. Could she affect the future of the Blood Clan?

The little creature was also staring intently at Marion, seemingly nervous as well.

Lord Joyce showed no particular expression and continued to inquire:

“So, he just sent you to Bright City with that, no other information?”

Marion thought for a moment and chose to conceal the most critical part of the information, gritting his teeth as he said:

“I know the vampire’s name is Angela, but that’s about all I’m clear on.”

“Hmm.”

Lord Joyce fell silent for a moment, then reached out toward Angela.

A deep grey stream of energy suddenly emerged on Angela’s small white body, circled around her once, and then flew towards Lord Joyce, merging into his raised hand.

“Hmm?”

Once the grey stream of energy had left Angela’s body, Marion immediately sensed a presence of pure blood energy in the room.

This was definitely a member of the Blood Clan!

Marion turned his head towards the source of the scent and was shocked to find that it was the little white bat that had always been lying on Lis’s shoulder.

His face twisted slightly. This little creature was the Divine Son???

He had seen this little bat several times before and had never sensed anything.

Lis, however, had seen the scene where Lord Joyce drew the grey stream of energy from Angela.

So, the several times Marion had encountered Angela without noticing must have been influenced by something Lord Joyce had left on her?

Regaining his composure, Marion was truly beyond surprised by the situation, which even made him, who was usually quite detached, feel a bit thrilled.

After respectfully bowing to Lord Joyce, Marion turned to Angela still perched on Lis’s shoulder and said:

“Lord Angela, may we speak privately?”

Lord Angela?

Lis noted the way Marion addressed her but didn’t intervene, leaving the decision up to the little bat herself.

The small white bat scratched her head with her tiny claws and took off flying.

With a flash of light, Angela transformed back into her appearance as a little white-haired girl in a dress made from magic power, standing on the floor and tilting her head upwards as she said:

“No need to bother, let’s just talk here.”

Looking at Angela in this form, Marion didn’t understand why the Divine Son was so familiar with these people, but since that was the case, he had no choice but to speak respectfully:

“Divine Son…”