"You... What do you mean by that?"

Baron said, his hand subconsciously tightening on the trigger.

His transmigration was his greatest secret in this world, one on par with his very life.

If the Wizard couldn’t give him a satisfactory answer, he would bury him here and now, even if it meant risking discovery by the Law Enforcement Organization!

Lankao clearly hadn’t expected such a strong reaction from Baron. He said in a low voice, "It seems Mr. Constantine is not aware of his own family’s secrets."

"Secrets? What secrets?"

"The ’Blessing of Suffering,’" the Wizard said.

"’Blessing of Suffering?’"

’That name sounds like a contradiction—both crying and laughing, full of chaotic energy.’

"This is something known to all historians of the Inner Old Race," the Wizard said in a low voice. "But considering you’re one of the Bloodless and have lived on the Outer Side for so many years, it’s normal that you might have already discarded those past memories under the effect of the Law of Oblivion."

Hearing this, Jack, who was standing to the side, drew out a long "Ohhh," scratched his head, and said:

"Are you talking about the powers and curses passed down through the bloodlines of the Old Blood Clans? Like the Lancelot Clan, who are born with abundant Spiritual Power, or the Beowulf Family, who have high resistance to Magic Potions?"

The Wizard nodded, affirming Jack’s words. "It is a Blood Curse that only appears in ancient Old Race families. Families that possess this kind of Blood Curse are known as Old Blood Clans."

"For example, the Van Helsing Family, a Demon Hunter Clan of the Beast Faction. Their bloodline makes their Beastification more stable and powerful than others of the Beast Faction, but the price is that on the night of the full moon, they find it difficult to suppress the Branding within their bodies."

’I know Van Helsing,’ Baron thought. ’The Vampire Hunter who killed Count Dracula. There was a movie, too, starring Wolverine.’

"Or take the former Dragon Knight family, the Dragoons. Their ability to form a contract with a Red Dragon proved the nobility of their bloodline.

But this noble bloodline also meant they were playthings of Destiny from birth. Demons, Fiends, Evil Ghosts, and Dragons all craved their blood, and Dragon Poison constantly corroded their bodies... Red hair was the symbol of the Dragon Family being gradually consumed by the Red Dragon’s poison..."

Red hair... Dragoon...

Baron immediately thought of Carmen, that elusive Witch in a red dress, as bewitching as fire.

Legend said that a hundred years ago, she destroyed her own family, slaughtered the Lion Eye Knight Order that guarded the Mad Dragon, personally killed the Red Dragon, and seized a third of the Dragon Law.

In the history textbooks of the Inner Side today, that night is known as the "Fall of the Red Dragon" and the "Night of Betrayal."

The fall of the Red Dragon left Traitor’s Cliff, which suppressed the Mad Dragon, without a guardian. The dragons rioted, and all manner of demons emerged from hiding.

If the Golden Mage, Isaac Newton, hadn’t intervened, the Mad Dragon would have likely led the Dragon Race to break through the confines of Traitor’s Cliff and bring a world-ending catastrophe upon the world.

"Then there’s the Constantine Family, former Templar Knights. Their blessing allows them to cultivate two professions at the same time..."

Lankao looked at Baron, the light flickering in his pupils an ambiguous mix of malice and yearning. "And the suffering... is Dissociative Identity Disorder."

"Dissociative Identity Disorder?" Jack exclaimed. "No wonder I always thought the Constantine Brothers were a bit nuts sometimes. Turns out they’re just crazy!"

’You’re the crazy one. Your whole family is crazy.’

Baron suppressed the shock in his heart, his attention fixed on what Lankao had said about cultivating two professions.

"Don’t the Laws of the professions repel each other? Can’t a single soul only form a contract with one Law?"

He thought about the nature of the Wizard’s work—"Twin."

Then he suddenly remembered that he himself had contracted with two different professions under the Laws: Knight and Demon Hunter.

’Dissociative Identity Disorder? Can having Dissociative Identity Disorder really allow me to contract with two professions under the Laws at the same time?’

’Doesn’t that mean if I had multiple personalities, I could contract with all of them—Wizard, Saint, you name it?’

This speculation made Baron’s heart surge with excitement, yet it also made his blood run cold.

The excitement was because his dual professions didn’t seem to be the kind of thing that would get him dissected for human research, as the Baron had implied.

The blood-chilling part was the thought that the two little figures arguing in his head when he forcibly contracted with the Blood Faction Demon Hunter might have actually been real.

But Lankao’s next words negated his theory.

"No, how could there be an Old Race who can simultaneously sign contracts with the Laws of two different professions?" The Wizard shook his head. "To be able to wield two or more Laws at the same time, and to be acknowledged by them... wouldn’t that make one a legendary God?"

"I was merely talking about two professions under the same Law... For instance, cultivating both Silver Demon Hunter and Beast Hunter... or Contract Knight and Faith Knight..."

Lankao said with difficulty, his breathing growing weaker as the pain intensified. The Dragon Knight and the Golden-haired Baboon just watched him, completely unconcerned—or rather, choosing not to be.

"So, Mr. Constantine, will you agree to the terms I mentioned earlier?"

He looked at Baron.

Baron didn’t hesitate for a second. "I refuse."

"Why?" Lankao was astonished. "Isn’t this the optimal solution for you right now?"

Baron motioned for Jack to tie up the Wizard with the Forbidden Magic Rope they got from Seagull. "Because compared to the suffering I’ve been through, this is letting you off too easy."

’A Transmigrator who had done nothing but run and be hunted since arriving... in a way, he was a disgrace to all Transmigrators.’

’The main culprit might not have been Lankao, who had pretended to be his driver back then, but he was undeniably a direct cause.’

"I can pay a higher price, sir. This body of mine has long been overdrawn from frequent rituals and life on the run.

The Dragon Eater Association has already given up on me. Their people are still hunting me, wanting to kill me. I can trade this life, which should have ended long ago, for your survival."