Chapter 482
Chapter 482 Bloodline Origin
Fire Throne.
In a secret room on the tower’s fifth level.
A cluster of black flames lit up an array. It floated in the air steadily as the temperature in the room plummeted to the freezing point. Apparent signs of frost developed on both the ceilings and the walls.
Greem wasn’t concerned about these abnormalities. He only silently gazed at that black fist-sized fire. Who knew what he was thinking.
He didn’t have to wait long. A short moment later, a strange spatial flux emanated from within the black fire. It then turned into a clear wave of mental flux.
“Tell me your request, adept!” The voice in the black fire was dry, cold, and stiff. The mental flux also vibrated tremendously. It was evident that the mental flux and voice had both been disguised with magic.
“I’m looking for a person! It’s best if you people can kill him. If you can’t kill him, then give me his information and location!” Greem was just as straightforward.
According to Leicester’s travel records over the past few years, he had rarely left the Bloodcastle, located in the Qatarselon area. It seemed the family was grounding him. This fact undoubtedly increased the difficulty of catching him. As for something like breaking into Bloodcastle? Maybe if someday Greem got sick of living!
Moreover, Greem had also left behind tracks by checking on Leicester’s information through the Shadowhand. Even if he managed to, with great fortune, kill Leicester, the Viks would be able to trace this clue and easily find Greem.
Greem felt his scalp go numb at the thought of facing a terrifying Second Grade vampire. If he really did get himself an enemy like that, he would be in danger even if he turtled within the
safety of Fire Throne.
That was why Greem decided to temporarily let go of the issue of the vampire after a deep and intimate talk with Mary. After all, the most critical thing for Greem currently had to be his own advancement.
Even though advancement to Second Grade was still a faraway goal, Greem had already found his path forward. The only thing left was the accumulation of power and the passage of time. As long as he successfully advanced to Second Grade, the difficulty of these problems would decrease significantly.
After all, it was much harder to tell if that Third Grade vampire of the Vik family would choose to clash with a Second Grade Greem over a First Grade descendant. Not to mention that Greem was not going to be the kind of ordinary Second Grade adept that relied on time and luck after he advanced.
When the time came, a Third Grade vampire might not be all that scary to him as the world would imagine!
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Bloodcastle.
Five pitch-black and heavy stone coffins laid in a damp and dark room underground.
Creaaaaak!
An ear-piercing creaking rang out as the lid of a coffin moved. Flickers of fire started burning on the torches placed on the walls. They illuminated this sinister room and its walls covered in ugly moss.
The second coffin from the left suddenly opened during the creaking. Cold, ancient, and fetid air emerged from within as a black silhouette suddenly sat up. Their crimson eyes glowed with a cold light in the dim room.
The stone coffin beside that person suddenly opened as if its resident had sensed the movement beside them.
“Brother, what has happened? Why did you suddenly wake up from your deep slumber?” The one asking was a beautiful teenage girl in a golden noble’s dress. Her crimson eyes glowed brilliantly despite the darkness.
Leicester was a handsome young man. His delicate and perfect mustache was neatly combed. He radiated the noble aura of a gentleman.
After silently staring into the darkness, Leicester finally spoke, “I sense something unknown calling to my blood. As if… as if some of my essence blood has been leaked to the outside world and is slowly growing stronger.”
“What?” The beautiful female vampire couldn’t help but exclaim, “Do you not know what it means to us for our origin blood to be leaked? Losing control over our blood descendants is the easiest way to cause a bloodline backlash.”
Leicester understood the terror of bloodline backlash. However, no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn’t recall when he had leaked his essence blood.
After all, he had set up several bloodline laboratories back then, when he was secretly conducting his bloodline research. The process of his study hadn’t gone entirely smoothly; he had been pursued by human adepts several times. However, he had always destroyed his labs before he escaped, and there shouldn’t be any of his essence blood leaked to the outside world.
“Perhaps it’s only a delusion of mine. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be careful!” Leicester’s crimson eyes glowed twice before he sighed and laid back into his coffin.
As the two stone coffins once again creaked and closed shut, the fires on the torches extinguished.
The room was plunged into deathly silence once more!