Marquis Helitier, the Seventh Ancestor, seemed to see right through the fleeting thoughts of the Withered Bishop Nedodichka and told her.
Being cautious is absolutely right, initially it was because they were not prepared enough, not even one thousand or ten thousand percent ready.
Marquis Helitier rarely clenched her hand tight.
"Thank you for rescuing me."
The figure on the tenth high-backed chair finally spoke.
He had white hair and ruby-like eyes that were bright and restrained.
"..."
Maquiel couldn't help but gaze at this member of the Blood Clan.
He had been to Blood Moon City many times, but this was his first time seeing this person.
Soon, Maquiel realized his rudeness in directly scrutinizing the other and began to feel flustered.
At this moment, Maquiel was looking at the Ancestor of the Blood Clan, who seemed to have noticed Maquiel's gaze and returned a gentle and polite smile.
