They all call me master

When the cloaked Glaste stepped out of the shadows, he immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

The loyal butler Teton even stood between Glaste and Baron Harold - of course Teton knew he couldn't stop him.

But at least try your best.

Teton stared warily at Glaste, who came out to cover his face, holding the sword tightly in his hand.

"Oh, you finally came out!"

The ice spear in the hand of the 'Descendant of Blood' condensed more and more, and the light in his scarlet eyes grew stronger.

The face of Baron Harold is getting younger and younger. At this time, this nobleman already looks like a young man.

understood!

He got it!

He asked why the 'Blood Descendants' came to the door!

It turns out to be Graster!

However, Baron Harold had no grudge against Glaste.

At this moment, Baron Harold, who is 'honor first', remembers the contract between the two parties: Glaste will give him a chance.

Although he also paid something, he really got this opportunity - just like his ancestors, he exerted the coveted power.

And, in some ways, he has Glast to thank.

Thanks to Glast for 'creating' such a battlefield for him.

“Perhaps inappropriate.

But, Ms. Glaste, please wait a moment.

Teton, after I die, you take Ms. Glaste to the family secret room, where my child is, and at the same time, you must assist that child as you assist me.

And Ms. Glaste, according to the contract, you will be that child's teacher. "

The young-looking Harold took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Sir!"

Teton exclaimed.

However, the young Harold smiled calmly.

"Teton, I'm a hopeless guy!

While I have low self-esteem, I am also very arrogant. I also want a lot of glory and want to be the object of the world's attention - so I did a lot of things that I can't forgive myself for.

I don't deserve to live.

I am willing to take all the blame.

Also willing to go anywhere to atone for one’s sins.

Even if the soul is burned for a hundred years or a thousand years, it doesn't matter.

I am, now, just Javert Harold. "

With that said, the young Harold turned around and looked up at the 'Descendant of Blood' standing on the 'Blood Bat' in mid-air, the smile on his face getting brighter.

That is the unique smile of a young man.

That is the smile that comes only when you are indifferent and full of passion.

Even in death, the teenagers still have a smile on their face.

Because, at that time, the teenagers never imagined that they would die.

The teenagers are just moving towards their goals.

Javert Harold was different.

The baron thought of his own death.

But he still chose to die.

"Glory is my life!"

With a loud shout, the frost between heaven and earth turned into heavy rain.

In that heavy rain, Javert rose straight up.

Javert, who was "distorted" to the extreme and had only "honor" left, died calmly.

He wanted to use his death to clear his name.

He wanted to use his death to fight for a glimmer of life for the Harold family.

He wanted to use his death to let his servant Teton live well.

He turned back slightly and glanced at his servant again.

He said softly——

"That child's name is Cosette!

Cosette Harold!

She leaves it to you! "

After saying that, Javert's whole body exploded, and his flesh and blood merged into the heavy rain.

Suddenly, the heavy rain turned into a long river.

The long river fell from the sky with a roaring sound.

There is a bridge on the long river, and the bridge is a stone bridge.

Standing on the bridge is...

Javert!

Javert, who had just exploded, stood on the bridge in the form of a soul.

It overlooked the rushing river and jumped down without hesitation.

boom!

Everything disappeared in the roar that shook the earth.

Heavy rain, long rivers, stone bridges and Javert.

All disappeared.

Only the 'Blood Descendant' relied on the speed of the 'Blood Bat' to avoid the fatal blow.

"Did you expect this?"

The 'Blood Descendant' asked Ms. Glaste breathlessly.

"No.

Javert's awakening at the last moment has nothing to do with me - don't think of me as your partner. His 'peeping into the future' comes from his blood and talent.

And I just choose to obey my fate. "

Ms. Graster said this, and stepped in front of Teton, facing the 'Descendant of Blood' directly.

"Now, you're hurt.

And I was hurt.

We can have a fair fight! "

Ms. Glaste looked at the 'Blood Descendant' and said this.

"fair?

There is no fairness in the world!

Not to me, not to you, not to this guy who just died. "

'The Descendant of Blood' mocked.

However, the next moment, the 'Descendant of Blood' made the 'Blood Bat' stand taller.

"I don't believe in fairness!

But my upbringing does not allow me to take action against an injured woman!

I will wait for the injury to heal!

Then, I'll kill you after I get the answer I want!

Before that?

Damn you prying bastards! "

The Descendant of Blood said, looking back. The scarlet light made the peepers hidden around him feel like they were falling into an ice cellar, especially when the ultrasonic breath of the Blood Bat directly covered an area, making more than a dozen peepers He was bleeding from seven holes and fell to the ground without breathing. The remaining "peepers" immediately became like birds and beasts and dispersed.

And Eli, who retreated early, gave his boss a thumbs up.

"Boss, how did you know that the 'Descendant of Blood' would take action against the 'peepers' around him?"

"Oh, it's just a ridiculous sense of noble honor!

As the 'last descendant of the Blood Clan', that guy's pride is unparalleled. Faced with the honor that Baron Harold defended with his life, he will definitely try his best to 'preserve' it.

It's just a nobleman's trick. "

Before the 'Bandage Swordsman' could speak, Walsh sneered.

"It seems that this 'descendant of blood' is a good person."

Linster said this while running.

"Good guy?

Nobles are all the same. They don't care about the death of others. Even if you see them dying, don't think they are very noble.

That's disguise! "

As a newcomer to the ‘Pale Hand’, Walsh clearly distrusts the nobles.

Linster was very sensible and didn't say anything more, but looked at Eli.

It was Eli who said that this place was safe and could be a place for them to stay temporarily and recuperate, but it was obviously unrealistic now. They knew the terror of the Glaste woman.

Eli was a little embarrassed as he was stared at by the ring doctor.

The part-time tipster didn't expect this to happen either.

It was obvious that Harold Manor was very safe before.

He also put a lot of things inside to serve as a temporary stronghold.

Therefore, he came quickly and chose this place as a place to stay and a refuge to recover from his injuries.

Embarrassed Eli looked at the 'Bandage Swordsman'.

"Find a place ahead and build a temporary shelter."

The 'Bandage Swordsman' said this and sped up.

Eli immediately sped up to follow.

Walsh pulled Linster up and started to accelerate.

The quartet ran away.

But the remaining 'peepers' were in dire straits.

Especially those malicious 'peepers', no one can escape the pursuit of the 'blood descendants'.

The noise goes away.

Harold Manor was quiet again.

Ms. Glaste walked silently toward the main building in the manor, and Teton followed her like a zombie.

The prince is dead.

The butler seemed to have completely lost his color in his life.

If it hadn't been for the Lord's order, the butler would have chosen to commit suicide immediately and follow his Lord.

Order?

The prince's child!

Little Sir!

In a daze, the butler thought of Baron Harold's order. His eyes lit up immediately, and he seemed to come alive. He was ready to rush into the secret room without thinking.

But at this moment, he heard the lady’s soft words——

"Don't be impulsive, close the door."

Teton hesitated for a moment, but still chose to believe Glast's words.

And just when the housekeeper closed the door and turned around, he suddenly discovered that Glaste had collapsed on the ground.

"you……"

"Keep your voice down, don't let anyone find out."

Glaste stopped Teton's exclamation, raised his hand and took off his hood, revealing a face as pale as a corpse, and then whispered——

“Is this the Nanlos ‘spirit medium’?

The terrible Arthur Kratos! "