Chapter 233 - Chapter 233: Chapter 223: Exorcising Demons (2/2)

So, Marzo could directly infuse natural power into her weapons.

Suddenly, an arrow from Marzo aimed at Bast, but she gave up after Byrne glanced at her.

The battle between the two sides didn’t last long; having found the knack, Byrne and Marzo quickly came out victorious.

They were always in control of their power, trying not to destroy the room as much as possible because there were many ordinary people in the manor, and if the two of them had gone all out, they could have killed a very large number of innocents.

Moreover, Viscount Bast himself was in a completely unguarded state at the time; if they had attacked without any scruples, they might have harmed Viscount Bast as well.

When the demons were thoroughly defeated, they emitted large amounts of black smoke from their bodies, which eventually dispersed and disappeared.

“How is he?”

Marzo calmly glanced at Byrne, who was helping Viscount Bast up, and inquired.

“It seems to be no major problem, he has just fallen into a coma for some reason, that’s all.”

Byrne shook his head indifferently, extending his hand to deliver a dose of medicine to Viscount Bast’s mouth, then waited for him to wake up.

The remaining Extraordinary Exponents from Ahornblatt Manor began to arrive one after another, and Chief Renzo was the first to reach. He initially thought Byrne had made a move on Bast and it took him a few seconds to understand the general situation.

“What exactly happened here just now?”

He took a deep breath, his brows furrowed as he looked at Byrne and demanded an explanation.

“Why are there signs of battle in the room.”

Byrne couldn’t help but recall twenty years ago when Renzo had questioned him in the same way; deep down, he never really liked Renzo.

He nodded gently and said calmly,

“It might be the consequence of using some Forbidden rare artifact; he suddenly turned like this. I’m not very clear about the specifics; we need the Viscount to wake up and explain himself.”

Finally, Viscount Bast opened his eyes again, looking somewhat confusedly around him.

He expressed his gratitude in a hoarse voice, “Thank you for saving me, Byrne, Madam Marzo.”

Byrne immediately asked with concern, “How are you feeling now?”

Renzo also rapidly and anxiously said, “What exactly happened just now, brother?”

Viscount Bast laughed and said in a low voice:

“It’s nothing too serious, just a backlash from the Forbidden rare artifact; you don’t need to inquire about the details, I don’t want to tell everything.”

Everyone exchanged glances; since Viscount Bast had said as much, clearly if they continued to ask, it would be an unwelcome behavior.

Then, the old man issued another command.

“The rest of you may leave now, Byrne, you stay behind, I have a few words to say to you.”

Viscount Bast looked into Byrne’s eyes, and Renzo and the others could only obey the command, leaving the room one by one.

However, Marzo did not heed Viscount Bast’s obligation and instead calmly looked at Byrne.

Byrne politely said, “Please step outside for a moment, Madam Marzo.”

“Okay.”

Marzo nodded slightly and turned to leave the room.

Afterward, only Byrne and Viscount Bast remained in the room.

After a long silence, Viscount Bast slowly stood up and then retrieved a bottle of expensive champagne from a hidden compartment of the bookcase, revealing a sincere smile.

“That elf earlier sure was arrogant. Byrne Fischer, would you care to hear my story? For some reason, I feel a bit like talking about something sentimental now.”

“Mhm.”

Byrne nodded, as he had always been curious about Viscount Bast, not just him but probably ninety-nine percent of the people on the East Coast were interested in the tales of Viscount Bast.

However, very few people in the world could truly enter Viscount Bast’s heart.

When the champagne was gently tilted, the golden liquid flowed out, with bubbles dancing in the liquid, shimmering like precious gems emitting a faint glow.

The two of them sat face to face on either side of the table; after pouring the champagne, Viscount Bast raised a glass but didn’t drink it immediately, instead gazing at it for a long time.

“It was over seventy years ago; one night, a common noble scion was born into the Leone family.”