The First Magic World War-Chapter 438 - : 405, The Strongest of the Blood Clan
Chapter 438: 405, The Strongest of the Blood Clan
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Charles reappeared on Sparrowhawk Street Number One, his heart still pounding; he didn’t know what had happened—or what would have if he had stayed. But the whispers of fate reminded him he did not wish to try.
Charles had a premonition that something odd had taken place with Holy Light Divine State Title, something that wasn’t part of its original design.
As for the reason behind this change?
He had no way of knowing yet.
Charles didn’t linger at Sparrowhawk Street Number One. He usually stayed at 221B Baker Street during this time, but he decided to return to Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58 to cuddle with his cats.
Back on Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58, Charles was greeted by three Agile Cats. Despite his frequent absences, thanks to the Fairy Cat Magic taught to him by Vini Yarsaenu, his communication with the three pets remained excellent.
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With a wave of his hand, the three Agile Cats leaped onto his knees, circling and rubbing against him. Charles gently kneaded the already-grown cats, which Madam Nancy kept in sleek and glossy condition due to their good diet. Owing to his regular use of the Soul Communication Spell, these little cats’ spirituality was clearly higher than that of their kin, marking them as particularly intelligent and astute.
Surrounded by the three adorable cats, drowsiness overtook Charles, and he fell asleep on the couch.
In his sleep, Charles suddenly felt a void beneath him. His body lurched, almost as if he were about to fall. When he stood up, he realized he wasn’t at home nor had he fallen off the couch. The surroundings prompted him to softly call out, “Mama Karen?”
“Are you looking for me for something?”
“It’s not that old nanny who’s seeking you. It’s me. There’s no particular matter; I just wanted to see how your training in Arthur’s Mystery is coming along.”
Charles was suddenly chilled to the bone. He had only heard this voice once before, and he had nearly forgotten it afterward. But now that the voice was sounding again, he realized the true extent of his fear.
When he consumed the essence of Baron Leo’s Blood Servant and suffered a backlash from Prime Blood Boiling, he had no choice but to forcibly practice the Bloodline Mantra. That’s when he had heard this voice.
The leisurely voice had spread from the boundless void: “Young one! The practices of Arthur Clan are not to be undertaken so recklessly.”
Then a will invaded his mind. Doing nothing but seemingly casually plucking a string, it caused the previously inaccessible Bloodline Mantra runes to split apart in his mind. Like mathematical symbols, they became clear, and countless tiny golden runes gathered into a book with a black cover sparkling with golden light…
Recalling this mysterious voice and the supreme will, Charles felt a deep chill in his heart.
The voice chuckled softly and said, “There’s no need to be so frightened. I am currently on a mission in Fars, visiting at Count Brittany’s Mansion.”
Charles couldn’t help but exclaim, “You are…?”
A man who looked very young, but with a closer look, also bore the traces of time’s passage, floated into Charles’s view. Seeing his shocked face, the man couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Juno Arthur!”
“Last time, you must have thought you were encountering the Blood Ancestor of the Arthur Clan!”
“Sorry, the Blood Ancestor is not so easy to meet.”
Charles was stunned by the name. Each of the Five Great Empires had their foremost powerful entity. Inglima’s paramount was Count Lanmalock of Champagne, Black Phoenix Dynasty’s was Viscount Constantine, and Fars’ naturally was Count Brittany… no, His Majesty Brittany.
The leading power of Byron was this Juno Arthur!
The first and foremost of the Blood Clan.
Juno Arthur said softly with a smile, “Last time, I was visiting an old friend, Count Brittany, and on my way back to Byron, I encountered you and just lent a hand along the way. But why haven’t you been seriously practicing Arthur’s Mystery?”
“Bloodline Mantra is all-encompassing and omnipotent, and if one cultivates this Secret Technique to its deepest essence, all forms of power in this world can be commanded at will.”
Charles couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you helping me?”
He instantly knew that he had asked a foolish question and said, “You’ve known about me from before, haven’t you?”
Juno Arthur nodded.
Charles felt a chill run through him and asked, “Are you very familiar with Count Brittany?”
Juno Arthur smiled and said, “When I was young, I was rebellious and went to study at Fars University. I was classmates with Brittany for several years, and at that time… the three of us were inseparable, and to this day, our friendship has not diminished.”
Charles asked, “Three people?”
Juno Arthur nodded and said with a smile, “And Constantine!”
A dangerous thought popped into Charles’s head, and he asked, “This time, has Viscount Constantine also joined in?”
Juno Arthur smiled faintly, and answered with poise, “Otherwise, why would it be a partition of the Black Phoenix?”
“Constantine will become the Count Constantine of Byron.”
Charles realized he seemed to know everything, but he truly didn’t want to know any of this.
Juno Arthur chuckled and said, “I’m going to stay in Strasbourg for a while, and considering the face of an old friend, I’ll help train the younger generation for him!”
Charles felt as if he were genuinely in a dream. How could a “mentor” suddenly fall from the sky?
He couldn’t help but ask, “You don’t mind that I practice Bloody Glory?”
Juno Arthur sighed and said, “You should also know that vampires do not have the ability to procreate and can only transform new vampires through Arcane Rite or the First Embrace. Although Byron is an empire, the population of the Blood Clan has always been low, with the total population of the thirty-one clans not exceeding twenty thousand, not even making up one-thousandth of the total population.”
“Both Arcane Rite and the First Embrace are extremely inefficient methods. More seriously, the Blood Clan’s concepts are too exclusionary. Over the years, the vampire population has not increased and due to this war, it has even dropped by several hundred.”
“If we do not absorb new blood more actively, perhaps in a few hundred years, there will be no more vampires in this world.”
“Compared to the population crisis, any other hatred can be temporarily set aside.”
“Besides, you do not hate vampires, do you?”
Charles had truly not expected this reason. He knew the vampire population was indeed small, and the few Blood Clan members he had encountered, such as Baron Leo and Julian, were quite friendly – he had thought he just met “the good vampires.”
Only after hearing Juno Arthur’s words did Charles react and realize that a part of the vampire population had already begun to worry about a population collapse.
No wonder they were willing to accept Duchess Mesunu.
Now they had also recruited Viscount Constantine…
