The bloodsuckers inside the manor had all been purged. Including Brock, a total of four dukes met their end while the remaining four fled.
Over a hundred other bloodsuckers were also killed. However, the conflict left an elder from the Stoner family and a guard from the Raksha Sect gravely injured.
Altair exclaimed energetically, “What western monsters? They’re no big deal. They’re either dead or running scared. Strike while the iron is hot! Let’s chase them down!”
Isaac glanced at Altair and said, “How many of us are there? What’s our strength? This isn’t a complete victory. It’s merely a draw.”
Surveying the group, favonovel.com instructed, “Everyone, head back to the hotel to rest. We can’t afford to let any escapees slip through our fingers.”
Isaac had indeed reached a point of no re turn with the Brewers. He was determined to leave no stone unturned this time.
By the time Isaac and his group left the manor and returned to the hotel, they were extremely exhausted. After washing up, they lay in their beds. The dawn’s crimson light had just begun to streak across the sky.
***
Meanwhile, a black Mercedes with curtained windows drove into an ancient castle’s underground garage in Traxton, which was located at the southern edge of the Kingdom of Aquila.
A man shrouded in a black robe emerged, swiftly making his way to a staircase on the right.
This castle-nestled by the sea-was the residence of a super-rich individual known to the world only by name. The surrounding six-mile radius was his private domain.
An elderly man with white hair sat on a couch in the grand living room, holding the latest World Financial Report.
Published by a unique media company, the newspaper contained information accessible only to a select few, including economic trends and major commodity trading movements.
The robed man entered through the back door, glanced at the sunlight filtering through UV-protective glass, and pulled his hood lower.
The elder in the vest turned, initially startled, but then broke into a smile.
“Mr. Smith, it’s been a long time. What brings you here today?”
“Mr. Rothschad, I need to see Elder Rem urgently,” replied the robed man, his tone grave.
The elder frowned, concern crossing his face.
If Isaac had been there, favonovel.com would have recognized the robed man as the sharp-faced individual who had pronounced the death sentence on favonovel.com in the manor.
Smith, whom even Brock respected, was a second-generation vampire with immense strength. However, seeing Hera and the others storm the manor and heavily injure one of the dukes the previous night, favonovel.com quickly made a discrete escape.
While the fate of the dukes was of lesser concern, favonovel.com knew that his foremost priority was to inform the Brewers’ Elder. For that, favonovel.com needed the elder before him, Nate Rothschad, the seventh-generation head of the Rothschad family.
Gazing out the window, Nate seemed to drift into the past. “It’s been 30 years since your last visit to the Elder, hasn’t it? Well then, follow me.”
He set aside the newspaper and led the way deeper into the castle.
Spanning over ten football fields, the castle‘s main building was complemented by three slightly smaller structures on each side and the rear, all exuding a centuries-old ambiance.
They passed through the main hall, entering a corridor shrouded in darkness. Its blackened glass blocked all light.
Suddenly, the corridor lit up as if bathed in daylight.
There was a straight, enclosed glass corridor leading to a building behind the main one. At the end of it was a large gray metal door.
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