Chapter 137: Who Has the Final Say?
Chapter 137: Who Has the Final Say?
After eliminating the Saint Spirit of the Scale Gold Sect and wearing it, if one absorbs enough of its essence, does that count as gaining the Saint Spirit's approval and becoming a Bishop of the Scale Gold Sect?
Upon hearing Lyon's question, not only did the old man from the Rose Family freeze in place, but even the Rose Family's trio felt their brains buzzing with confusion.
The Duke's words were understandable individually, but when put together, they sounded odd no matter how they were phrased.
"Are you going to answer?"
After waiting a while without a response, Lyon frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in his voice as he pressed, "So, is this possible or not? Give me an answer quickly!"
"Ah? This... this..."
Seeing that the Executioner in front of him was slightly unhappy, the old man from the Rose Family shuddered involuntarily. However, not only had no one attempted this before, but no one had even thought of it. He genuinely didn't know how to respond, so he could only look miserable and say, "There's no precedent for this in the past... I don't know... I don't know... Why don't you try it yourself?"
Try it myself? Well, that could work.
After a moment's thought, Lyon nodded slightly and then asked, "When is the next gathering of the Scale Gold Sect?"
You're actually planning to try it yourself?!
Looking at Lyon's serious expression as he asked about the gathering, the old man from the Rose Family almost shed tears.
At this moment, he wished he could travel back five seconds in time and strangle Jie Bao to death.
Without going into details, just bringing the person who killed the Brown Bishop to the gathering would be no different from apostasy, attracting relentless pursuit.
If this Executioner succeeds in the end and truly becomes a Bishop, when the Scale Gold Sect realizes it, they might directly summon a Saint Spirit to eliminate him!
But...
Glancing at the "peacefully" lying Brown Robe Lady on the ground and then at the bloodstains on his pants that had yet to dry, the old man from the Rose Family could only swallow his tears and honestly revealed the information, "Three weeks! The Scale Gold Sect's gatherings are usually held every two months, and the next one is in three weeks!"
It's better to choose the lesser of two evils! Apostasy would likely lead to death, but with this person's tendency to explode upon meeting, if he dared to refuse, he might end up lying next to the Brown Bishop.
Three weeks?
After committing the timeframe to memory, Lyon looked at the bitter-faced old man in front of him and continued, "Where is it, and how do I get there?"
"This... The Scale Gold Sect is a secretive sect, so the location is only revealed shortly before each gathering..."
"Alright, I'll come find you in three weeks, and you'll take me there then."
"..."
"Is there a problem?"
"No... no problem..."
After making a three-week agreement with the old man from the Rose Family, Lyon turned to look at the three Golden Retrievers behind him and said with a frown, "You guys..."
"We won't say a word!"
Having witnessed Lyon's series of actions, the three Golden Retrievers, who were well aware of their new Duke's possession of a unique power and his clearly different thought processes from ordinary people, had completely lost their tempers.
To avoid the fate of exploding upon being looked at, the three Golden Retrievers patted their chests in succession, swearing to keep silent after leaving. The expressions on their three old faces were "gentle," as if they were about to grow dog tails from their behinds.
Alright...
After glancing at the three elders of the Lane family, who were all obedient, and then at the old man from the Rose family whose face was filled with defeat, Lyon, who was still carrying out his investigation, shook his head. He suppressed the last of his urge to take action.
After a satisfying "release" during the Lane Blood Night, Lyon had vented most of his anger, but it seemed to have flipped a new switch. When encountering situations, he now prioritized taking direct action and killing.
It seemed the Director was right; the more powerful the abilities one possessed, the more one needed to control their behavior.
This was especially true for cleaners, who were constantly exposed to anomalies. They were already prone to becoming extreme, and if they indulged their desires without restraint, they would gradually drift further away from their humanity.
If these extraordinary beings were completely unrestrained, the world might descend into chaos even before the evil gods, who were waiting for their chance, made their move.
However, not indulging didn't mean doing nothing at all!
With the help of the Black Goat's soul vision, Lyon carefully observed the situation at the manor. After seeing the countless "ink spots" that were hopelessly dark, Lyon couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
"Let's leave it at that for today."
Lyon looked at the dark souls, whose numbers were fewer than the Lane family's but were no less in "quality." He clenched the Black Goat's horn tightly and then gave the old man from the Rose family a meaningful look.
"We'll meet again in three weeks."
"Ah? Okay! I'll see you out right now!"
Seeing that the scourge was finally leaving, the four people in the room were overjoyed. The old man from the Rose family even eagerly followed behind, ready to personally escort Lyon out of the estate.
"No need, I can find my way out."
After declining the old man's offer, Lyon checked the target's location and found that they were still wandering within the estate walls. He decided to find a window, climb out, and send the person home.
The four elders, who had crowded around the window, watched as Lyon's figure disappeared into the woods. Their hearts, which had been hanging, finally settled back into their stomachs. The old man from the Rose family relaxed, sitting down on the carpet with a sigh of relief.
"Arrogant!"
The remaining elder of the Lane family, whose legs were still trembling, grabbed the windowsill tightly. He shouted with his hair and beard bristling:
"He may be the new Duke of Lionheart, but I'm the only remaining clan elder in the family! Even when the old Duke was alive, no one dared to treat me so lightly!"
"You're right."
Hearing the elder's words, the steward, whose heart was pounding and face was deathly pale, nodded in agreement, pressing his hand to his chest:
"The Duke's temperament... is indeed a bit too extreme."
"Yes! If he dares to treat us like this now, I can't imagine what he'll do after he becomes Duke!"
The Lane family's head of the family slammed his fist on the windowsill, gritting his teeth:
"We can't let today's matter go. During the Duke succession ceremony, we must join forces to teach him a lesson and let this damn guy know who's in charge of the Lane family!"
(End of Chapter)
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