Alle Kapitel von The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Kapitel 721 – Kapitel 730

Aria was speechless. Something was out of sorts with her family, wasn't it?Aria couldn't very well discourage Landon, not when Sam had already gotten a massive sum of money out of him. She bent down and asked Sam, "Did you invite this spoiled heir to come with us? He's not even used to taking the train. You're be in charge of taking care of him, alright?"Aria had worded it so nicely. Sam gestured, his eyes round, "If he passes out because of the smell, I'll carry him. Leave him to me!"Aria raised a brow. Before she could say anything, Landon appeared before them, his melodic voice cutting through the moment. "What? Is the money not enough?"That was why Sam was willing to work for him; it was hard to not like someone so generous and willing to pay. Still, Sam remained wary of Landon, who was nice to him nevertheless. Sam's eyes lit up. He made to ask for more money, but Aria covered his mouth and looked at Landon. "Are you okay with taking the train?""You're here to take

"He isn't enlightened yet?" Colin exclaimed incredulously before lowering his voice, afraid that someone else would hear. "You mustn't let that happen, young lady. He'll be punished if the Phantom Patrol catch him!"Some spirits, newly severed from their mortal coils, struggled to grasp the finality of their demise. They roamed the veil between worlds in the first seven days after their passing, desperate to reclaim their mortal forms. Those who realized they could not reclaim their own bodies would launch themselves at the living, desperate to merge with the living and seize a second chance at life. Yet they must be wary to avoid the ever-watchful Phantom Patrol.Each life—its beginning and inevitable end—was meticulously chronicled in the grim tomes of the Netherrealm's officials. When mortals breathed their last, the authorities claimed their essence, guiding them to the depths of the Netherrealm, where they would await their enlightenment.An unenlightened spirit was doomed to

Nyx and the twins shared a look. All of them were thinking of the same thing. "Mr. Noir is going to meet his end."The most powerful man in the Netherrealm stood among them, so they had no cause to worry. However, this wasn't the case for some of the other spirits, who came back and asked, "Officials, look at what that boy is wearing. It's obvious that his death wasn't recent. Can't you allow him to register a few days later?"Blanc noticed Devon's peculiarities as well, but they had to perform their duties according to regulations. And so he said, "We'll escort him to wherever he needs to go. Even heroic spirits might be negatively affected by vengefulness if they leave where they're from before they're formally honored. They're bad for mortals like you."Devon was completely lost—how they talked about heroic spirits and mortals suggested he was already dead.Was he already dead?Devon looked at his hands. They were perfectly intact, not reduced into stumps by an explosion.No,

Landon set his palm on Devon's head gently. Devon's soul had been unstable, and vengefulness had come to fill his gaze. However, with Landon's touch, his gaze slowly became as vacant as before.Purple energy swirled around him—an omen of immense fortune. That was what Aria saw. However, Devon's stabilization wasn't solely due to his fortune; Landon's innate power to suppress spirits had quelled him completely.All spirits could only yield to Landon, who was superior to them.Devon looked up, his eyes distant. "I died. Everyone else is dead too. Soren died protecting me. He was pierced through the back…""No, no," Devon muttered to himself. "There's something else, but I've forgotten. I've forgotten something really important."Aria pushed his flailing arms down. "It's okay. We'll figure it out eventually. We're going to Nymeria now."Aria's entourage finally passed inspection at the gates. Sam remained quiet throughout. Unexpectedly, he hadn't popped up to tell Blanc and Noir

"Fine, whatever you say." Dean Rutgers glared at Aria. "There's no baby formula here. If you need it, go borrow it elsewhere."Aria left immediately, as if terrified, but in reality, she was moving to take photos so she could better explain the situation to the train marshals onboard.This was because she'd noticed something unsettling. It wasn't just this carriage that felt off; there were many women with babies in their arms, and they'd all boarded at midnight. She had also noticed the tattoo on Dean's arm, a design only worn by criminals willing to risk their lives for money. This wasn't something the train marshals could handle alone.At least ten people in this carriage were under Dean's control. The middle-aged man with glasses, smoking between carriages, was in charge of keeping watch. The men playing poker and drinking were only there to distract the authorities. Their rowdiness kept attention away from the women and their babies. It was all part of a premeditated sc