Chapter 417 - Chapter 417: Chapter 397 "Death God" Chris (1/2)
Chapter 417: Chapter 397 “Death God” Chris
In the Midell Family Manor, the once tranquil and harmonious scene was shrouded in an invisible tension, and air was filled with an indescribable heaviness, involuntarily tightening the hearts of those present.
Every corner seemed to harbor unknown malice, and the servants in the Midell family estate walked down the empty corridors with breaths held tight, their footsteps echoing more hurriedly and cautiously than usual, as if every step tread upon the edge of the unknown.
A trace of unease shone in their eyes, and their voices were lowered in conversation, lest they stir the undercurrents beneath the silence.
In the garden, flowers that once competed in splendor had lost their color, and the occasional dewdrop sliding off their petals seemed like silent sighs. The birds no longer sang cheerily as before, and their scarce cries sounded particularly grating, as if forewarning of something about to happen.
Inside the master’s room of the manor, candlelight flickered, casting light upon Marquis Middell’s furrowed brows and contemplative face.
“Fischer, Fischer… Chris Fischer…”
He rose and paced back and forth, his fingers occasionally tapping the desktop, producing a clear and rhythmic sound that contrasted sharply with the oppressive atmosphere.
Each tap seemed to pose a silent question, yet anxiety grew with the absence of an answer.
“Hmm, indeed, the person from Lorne is still hesitating and hasn’t given a direct response. If the high-level Monarch extraordinary exponent from Lorne comes here, the matters of the Fischer family could be resolved more easily.”
He took a deep breath; there were hundreds of Monarch powerful experts in Lorne, but only twelve known high-level Monarchs publicly recognized.
Among those twelve top-tier high-level Monarchs, one happened to have an important connection with the Midell family a hundred years ago—more precisely, when younger, they had been fostered by the grandfather of Marquis Middell.
Although more than a century had passed and the relationship between them had faded, he thought he could still request that person’s help, based on the old favor, for assistance this one time.
Marquis Middell had decisively decided to send out the direct bloodline members of the family in advance, hiding them in places known by very few.
Now that things had come to this point, even if Chris returned to kill them, he could no longer use them to threaten him. As for the ordinary peripheral members—how many of them died was within the range Marquis Middell could accept within his heart.
“Chris, we must completely kill him. In some sense, this ‘Death God’ is an even more troublesome existence than Aldrich.”
At this moment, the voice of a servant from outside suddenly shocked Marquis Middell.
“Lord Marquis Middell, please come out and see! There is an urgent situation! Young Master Slorel, he, he came back alone from outside!”
Upon hearing the servant’s voice, Marquis Middell jumped in surprise, turned his head, and followed the servant outside.
As night fell, the manor was enveloped in a faint moonlight, but this serenity neither eased the tension nor added a sense of mystery and unease.
The wind from afar passed through the woods, bringing a chill, and the entire estate sank deeper into an indescribable atmosphere of tension.
Approaching the interior of the manor, Marquis Middell saw his direct descendant, the barely teenage Slorel, standing expressionlessly in the distance, walking step by step towards him.
The young man’s eyes were vacant, as if he had no idea what he was doing.
Slorel Middell was the most gifted among all his descendants; although only in his teens, he had already reached the low-level Transmutation and had a great potential to become an extraordinary exponent at the Monarch Level.
Therefore, he paid great attention to Slorel’s condition and immediately ran out of the house to check.
What on earth has happened?
Why would he come back alone, and his state seems not quite right!
Marquis Middell, with his rich experience in Mysticism, soon realized that this was the influence of Mental Magic, his descendant, Slorel, had been controlled by a spell!
“Chris?”
He immediately sensed that it was very likely Chris’s doing!
Suddenly, right behind him, the “servant” who called him out abruptly changed appearance, instantaneously transforming into the expressionless Chris Fischer.
He swung the white Shinbone Blade in his hand, stabbing towards Marquis Middell in front of him.
“You!”
Marquis Middell still managed to react in the last instant, transforming his body into the void. He had been tormented for over a month, and his usually steady emotions were on the verge of collapse, his inner fury erupting uncontrollably.
“Chris!”
He instinctively wanted to use the power of “Freeze,” but Slorel was right next to him, only less than two meters away. To use “Freeze” and not harm him was impossible!
Chris! You are truly despicable!
Despite his rage, Marquis Middell still held back from using the power of “Freeze.”
Seeing the Shinbone Blade penetrate through again, and noticing that Marquis Middell was staring at him fiercely, Chris, with an indifferent expression, said nothing but immediately used the “Eyes of Conviction” to try to break down his opponent’s mental defenses.
However, there was a rare artifact on Marquis Middell that could resist mental attacks.