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Chapter 809
Borris’ expression was serious as he nodded. “Exactly. There’s a path for the righteous, just as there’s
a path for the wicked. Since the righteous path can’t accommodate us, then we shall replace it!”
Peter chuckled and said, “Well then, let’s continue drinking!”
Grinning, Boris replied, “Please.”
The three of them walked shoulder-to-shoulder toward the villa’s living room while Duncan remained
rooted where he was, looking bewildered. His emotions were a complex flurry. He had only wanted to
eliminate Nash and make the Duerson family the top family in
Jonford.
He never thought of going against the righteous path. He thought he
was evil, but compared to Peter and the others, he felt like an
amateur.
Going against the entire righteous path with just a ghoul over
Duncan took a deep look at Herman, who was covered from hea
toe with talismans.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt the park outside of Royal Bay Villa 14, Eric and Winnie were sitting
on a stone bench, passionately kissing. Suddenly, Eric felt a sharp
pain in his heart and accidentally bit Winnie’s tongue.
“Ouch…”
Winnie yelped in pain and pushed Eric away. She looked at the man
aggrievedly, saying, “Eric, you bit me!”
Eric put a hand to his chest and muttered, “Blessings come to an enlightened heart while misfortunes
come to a shadowed heart. A calamity is approaching.” He looked up at the sky, the red starlight in his
line of sight flickering intermittently.
At the same time, Nash, who was amid his alchemical pursuits, frowned. He slowly opened his eyes,
formed a seal with his hands, and increased the temperature of the cauldron’s fire.
It was not only Eric and Nash experiencing this. All eight Golden Amulet Masters in Jonford and across
the country felt a stab of pain in their hearts.
The Golden Amulet symbolized the highest status in the Path and was infused with the nation’s destiny.
When one earned the Golden Amulet, the aura in one’s amulet would
be connected to one’s soul. All Golden Amulet Masters would
experience a psychic resonance when a great disaster was approaching Drakonia.
After setting the fire array to automatic, Nash went up to the
workstation. He unplugged his charged phone, turned it on, and di
Eric’s number.
“Nash, you felt it too, right?” Eric had guessed the reason for Nash’s
call as soon as he answered the phone.
“Yeah, they might make a move tonight,” Nash said seriously.
“The ghoul overlord is not within the perceivable realms. We can’t deduce its target,” Eric replied in a
deep voice.
“The ghoul overlord needs to absorb a large amount of human vital
energy to grow rapidly. If we classify vitality into grades three, six, and
nine, only practitioners from clean places have the purest vitality.
“I speculate the ghoul overlord is likely heading to Quiet Winds
Church. Find a way to contact the church and get them to activate
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtheir protection array!” Being somewhat familiar with Quiet Winds.
Church, Nash knew that it possessed a powerful protection array.
“Yes, I’ll contact them now. By the way, any news about the Eight-Part Sceptre?” Eric asked.
“None yet!”
all
“Okay, I’ll contact the church. You continue refining that pill of yours!”
Eric ended his call with Nash and then called the vice president of the
Jonford Association of Path Masters.
The call connected quickly and was followed by a surprised voice coming from the other end, “Master
Eric?”
“Yes, it’s me. Get the head of the Quiet Winds Church to call me!”
said in a slightly superior manner.
In a café in Jonford, the vice president of the Association of Path
Masters looked at Cillian, who was sitting beside him and drinking
tea. He had an embarrassed look on his face.
Cillian’s expression was calm as he gently set down his teacup. Taking the phone, he said, “I’m Cillian,
the head of Quiet Winds Church. You wanted to speak with me?”
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