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"That's how it is. From the reports made by Gavin and Febrina, all the corpses had the same monster compound in them. Their guess is, Schneider is trying to create an army of monsters."Karl's eyes widened instantly. "What did you say just now? Monster army…?""Yes." Stephen looked reluctantly at his lunch box. "I feel that sooner or later, we will face a difficult situation if we don't act. Schneider's organisation is getting stronger.""Well…" Karl pursed his lips in response to Stephen. The Ban Jian Kuih he was eating no longer appealed to his appetite. "Even though I have had enough headaches dealing with racist issues in my clan. Do you still remember Professor Mark?""Yes, yes, I still remember him. How is everything going for him now? I still can't stop thanking him for saving Toni and Theo.""He is fine now. But when rumours about that ancient poison spread to my clan, I sent him there to help me produce the antidote in large quantities. Not only for my clan alone but also for
"Karl? I heard from Nora that you were in this room…" Both he and Stephen gasped when they saw Veronica's figure walking into the room they were currently in. The young woman was all around the room in amazement before her attention fell on him. "Eh? Stephen? You are also here?" Veronica spoke in a halting tone when she noticed Stephen's presence. The relieved expression that had just appeared on Veronica's face changed to an expression of utter annoyance, making him shake his head slowly while looking at Stephen, who looked nervous when he saw Veronica. This time, what had Stephen done during his absence until he managed to make Veronica so angry? Karl raised an eyebrow, looking alternately at Veronica and also at Stephen. But instead, he found that they were silent, exchanging glances so that it made him even more unable to understand the situation that was happening. I'd better leave them alone for the time being, muttered Karl as he rose from his seat. He picked up the wooden
Febrina had just finished removing the apple pie from the oven when she heard her smartphone's ringtone. She put down the tin of food, which was still steaming hot, then took off her gloves and jogged to the dining table, finding that Karl was the one who was calling her right now.Did that mean her little sister had told Karl about the party?Her right index finger immediately hit the 'Accept' button, and she pressed the "speaker mode" button while she returned to the kitchen, putting her gloves back on to remove the sponge cake beside her homemade apple pie from the cake pan."Hello, Febrina? Is there something I want to confirm with you…"She raised an eyebrow in confusion as soon as she noticed that Karl's tone did not meet her expectations. It sounded so serious to the extent that it made her, who was about to continue her work to decorate the freshly cooked sponge cake, cancelled it, and returned to her smartphone."Wait a moment, Karl," she said once she managed to remove her ov
Veronica glanced at Karl, who was still busy calling Hades in the corner of the room worriedly. From a distance, she had been observing Karl's body language, and that alone was more than enough to tell her that something was wrong. Something bad had happened, and he still didn't know what it was. Maybe later, Karl would tell her. But the most important thing for her now was that she had to deal with her other problems. Stephen Laurent. She turned her gaze to her left side, where she found Stephen's figure, who seemed so preoccupied with his own thoughts to the extent that he did not notice her gaze. For several days, this man had been avoiding her for some unknown reason. Avoiding her was the right word for Veronica, on the grounds that every time she tried to look for Stephen during the past few days, she always failed to find him. When in the end, she was tired to keep looking after Stephen and she decided not to look for Stephen anymore. Her mind started to question Stephen agai
"Would you be able to leave me and Stephen? There is something I want to talk to him about before we go.""Then, I will go upstairs and get ready…"Veronica shrugged her shoulders slowly, and then walked away from Stephen and Karl in front of the room and headed to her bedroom.While Stephen was perplexed when Karl immediately pulled him back into the room as Veronica had disappeared from before them. Did the man not know that Veronica looked disappointed when he heard the man's words just now?"Well, this is better," Karl exhaled relief as he closed the door of the room, again facing Stephen, who was still having trouble guessing Karl's mind. "Don't be surprised when you hear what I am going to say, all right?""Surprised? Why should I be surprised– ""Today is Karen's birthday."Stephen's eyes enlarged immediately after hearing Karl's words. He yanked Karl's hand quickly, looking into the man's eyes, making sure the man was not lying to him."Are you serious about your words? You are
"I don't know if it's a compliment or an insult, but I don't like hearing it," Erna clenched her fists, ready to throw her fists at Bianca before she finally discouraged herself from doing so when she saw Veronica's sharp gaze asking her to stop. "But I just found out you can play the cello."Bianca did not answer her question in an instant, or even respond to her sincere compliment until it managed to make her a little bit annoyed by that. The woman instead looked back at her cello with a gentle gaze she had never seen before, making her feel enchanted by it.Compared to Bianca, whom she always knew, always flirting with any woman she found attractive, he liked the other side of Bianca, which she just found out about now.“It's Felix Mendelssohn.”Her eyes blinked in confusion as soon as she heard Bianca's words just now, to the extent that she failed to catch any of the names Bianca just mentioned to her."Yes?"“He was the composer of the music I played with my cello earlier. From
Bianca noticed the change in her older half brother's expression at the moment it turned tense, as well as that of her brother-in-law, creating deep confusion for Bianca. She could no longer feel excited about the sudden double date idea of her older half brother. Her appetite vanished, and she no longer even had the urge to touch the high-quality red wine the restaurant's sommelier had chosen. She was not in a good mood after seeing Theo's expression. As if her intuition was trying to tell her something bad was going to happen. Living with Theo through the years taught her that. If Theo suddenly changed his attitude, it meant that something had caught his attention. And throughout her experience being together with Theo for years, it was always headed in a bad direction. She prayed to the gods for her half older brother's safety. Hoping nothing like ill-omen would happen to Theo today. "Bianca? Oi, did something bad happen?" Erna's question succeeded in diverting her attention f
Alec Berthold wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead using the back of his hand that was wearing his cloth gloves, which looked shabby and covered in stains. Looking at the two weapons he had just finished making, his thin lips curled into a satisfied smile.His hand grabbed the large and heavy sword from the surface of his workbench, dripping the surface of the sword with a small ten-millilitre vial filled with Karl's blood that he got from the dragon man himself (given by the man's personal assistant whose name he forgot) as the final touch of his sword.As his great-grandfather had said when he first started his job as a magic weapon maker for the Berthold family, the Berthold family could not make weapons haphazardly or mass-produce weapons like the weapons used by humans in general. His great-grandfather always emphasised that every magic weapon must meet the characteristics of the owner of the weapon, so the Berthold family could only make weapons based on the request of the