Blood called for blood?Mordecai's expression darkened instantly. He glared at Sebastian and asked, "Mr. Ballard, are you saying that you're going to kill my grandson?"Roscoe was the Rosenburgs' heir. Mordecai would never allow Sebastian to lay a finger on him, no matter what."I'm afraid your precious grandson is already dead." Sebastian sneered and took a step forward. "I came here to get rid of you Rosenburgs!"Mordecai was startled, but then he scoffed and said, "Get rid of our family? How bold of you! We may not have any Dark Knights in residence, but the entire nation of Bornia is at our feet. How could a mere Dramonian like you do anything to us? Also, did you just say… you killed my grandson?"There was an icy glint in his rheumy eyes. Although he was very old, he had been in power for many years. Ordinary people couldn't endure the oppressive energy that he gave off. As soon as Mordecai finished speaking, the energy levels around him rose abruptly.As he was the hea
The butler's pupils constricted when he saw Sebastian's features clearly. That face was one he would never forget."You're Sebastian Ballard?"Though a storm of emotion surged inside him, he remained calm on the surface. He eyed Sebastian coldly before saying in a chilly tone, "There's no bad blood between us. It doesn't seem reasonable for you to attack us."Sebastian scoffed, his voice icy. "No bad blood?"Roscoe is one of yours, isn't he? I've seen him try to kill a Dramonian citizen in broad daylight. Do you still claim that there is no enmity between us?"As soon as he finished speaking, a vast power burst forth from him. It immediately rendered the butler and the 20 or so Eldoria realm experts there immobile from its strong oppressive power. The butler's expression changed drastically when he felt the terrifying restrictive force around him."Mr. Ballard, has there been some kind of misunderstanding?" Mordecai asked as he walked out of the castle, leaning on his walking
A historical castle stood on the banks of the Senner River, surrounded by lush gardens. The castle had stood for over 400 years. It was said that the glorious revolution that took place in Bretania was inextricably connected to its owner. It was a grand, opulent castle, and rare flowers and shrubs dotted the land for miles around it. On summer evenings, strange and exotic scents would drift through the air to those in the castle. At that moment, Mordecai was in the castle's main hall. Dressed in a long, white robe, he sat beside the fireplace with his eyes closed.An old butler with greying sideburns rushed inside, panting heavily. He hurried up to Mordecai and reported in a low voice, "Bad news, Mr. Rosenberg Senior! Mr. Roscoe ran into Sebastian while smashing up a Dramonian restaurant!"Mordecai's brow furrowed, and he asked in confusion, "Wasn't he supposed to be in Dramon, dealing with the conflict with Malia? Why would he suddenly show up in Yarroland?""I don't know, si
Over at the Norlands' historical castle, Josef was listening to a report from a black-clad man in front of him. He waved a hand slightly and said, "Alright. You may go!"The black-clad man assented and retreated deferentially. "What's happened, Grandpa?"As Josef bowed his head in deep thought, the blond young man walked in from outside. He had asked out of curiosity upon seeing the serious expression on Josef's face."It's big news," Josef said.He told him about how Sebastian had killed Roscoe. "What?" The blond man gasped in horror after hearing what Josef had said. "We're in Bornia! How could Sebastian dare to do such a thing?"Josef glanced at the blond man and smiled wryly. "Marc, now do you understand why I said that you must never provoke Sebastian?"What does it matter that we're in Bornia? Even if Sebastian causes a bloodbath in Parli, Bornia doesn't have the power to detain him."Marc Norland was stumped. It was true. Sebastian had even defeated Jacobus. Who els
The silence in the restaurant was so absolute that one could have heard a pin drop. Even Marshall and Cece's jaws had dropped at what they had just witnessed.Jacobus had actually killed the Rosenburgs' successor to please Sebastian? How was that possible?If Marshall hadn't seen it for himself, he would never have believed it!Quinn was thunderstruck. Although she had seen the news on television about Sebastian killing Teagan and the special envoy of Malia, that had been in Dramon.They were in Yarroland. The influence of the Juwanians was so great that even the royal family had to give in to them.However, Jacobus was the top Dark Knight and had killed Roscoe just because of what Sebastian had said."You move fast," Sebastian said icily as he looked at the lumps of flesh strewn all over the floor. Jacobus couldn't help shivering. He lowered his head quickly and bowed to Sebastian as he said, "Mr. Ballard, Roscoe deserved to die. I… I didn't want his blood to taint your noble
Dramon was a strong nation, but they wouldn't make an enemy of half the globe just for Sebastian."Don't you Juwanians have brains?" Sebastian looked coldly at Roscoe and shook his head in disappointment. "Do you think that your death is going to be the end of this?"You're not the only one who will die. The entire Rosenburg family will be destroyed because of your foolishness!"A murderous energy rose up around Sebastian. Roscoe sensed the chill and knew that Sebastian was already planning to murder him. At that thought, he threw caution to the winds and yelled at Jacobus, "Hurry up and stop him! Have you forgotten how our family helped you?"Summon the Dark Knights! If I die, my family will definitely bring this matter to Lord Abramson! If he pursues the matter, can you bear the responsibility?"He couldn't understand what Jacobus was afraid of. They were in Yarroland, not Dramon, nor were they on that nameless little island in the South Ocean. If Roscoe raised the alarm, al