Chapter 85 - Chapter 85: Chapter 83 Blood Receiver (Vote for Monthly Tickets!) (1/2)

Chapter 85: Chapter 83 Blood Receiver (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

Chris and Archibald returned to Fischer Manor. He didn’t tell anyone about his return and went alone to his room to take a bath.

The silver-haired youth standing in the tub had an ancient sculptural beauty and elegance.

After he had cleaned himself, he silently dressed and went to his sister Irene’s room.

At the door, Chris saw Vanessa for the first time in a long while, now fifteen years old.

Today’s Vanessa wore a white hunting outfit that outlined a fine figure with her shirt, pants, and riding boots, her light green eyes shining like the brightest gems.

She stood at the door with her hands behind her back, smiling, composed, and graceful.

The nearly perfect short-haired girl had only one flaw: Vanessa still limped when she walked.

However, some people in the world still exude grace and poise even with a disability.

Vanessa of today was such a person.

She looked at Chris, curtsied slightly with a smile, and said, “Young Master Chris, you’ve returned.”

“Please come in, the headmistress has been waiting for you.”

Chris remained silent, feeling as though a profound barrier stood between them.

He had spent most of the past year in Fein City with Byrne, only now finally returning for good, so he had barely seen Vanessa.

The girl’s haughty and meddling personality seemed to have truly vanished.

In the end, he said nothing and went into the room to see his sister Irene, bringing out the report Archibald had written for him.

After leaving the room, Chris went to the alchemy workshop built by the family outside the manor two years ago, looking for Byrne.

The almost half-enclosed alchemy workshop was filled with various transparent apparatus and plants that emitted strange odors, with test tubes bubbling in different colors.

Byrne and his assistant, Erik, were often busy there all night long.

Erik was Ramon’s grandson, who fell into mental illness after his father Hugh died, and although he finally managed to converse normally with people, he would still fall into comas from time to time.

Because Erik had a good memory and learning ability, and he was one of the few literates, the overworked Byrne took him as an apprentice and assistant.

The new alchemy workshop covered more than fifty square meters, several times larger than the original one, and Byrne and the thin Erik were busy inside.

“You’ve finally returned, Chris. Has Archibald’s matter been resolved?”

Byrne smiled upon seeing the returning Chris.

Chris nodded slightly but did not respond verbally.

He thought for a moment and finally couldn’t help but ask, “Tonight?”

Byrne hesitated for a moment before finally replying, “Yes, it is tonight.”

Tonight was an important day for the Fischer family, as they would add three new Blood Receivers, granting them the Power of Consecution.

They were Vanessa, who was Irene’s personal attendant; Archibald, Chris’s deputy; and Erik, Byrne’s apprentice and assistant.

Irene, with her ability to “Listen for Malice,” could easily pick out those with suitable natures, and then select the capable ones to nurture.

The first batch of finalists from the orphanage were them, the three.

After years of nurturing, all three had developed an extreme degree of loyalty to the Fischer family, even seeing the core members of the family as their own.

So, it was time to grant them Fischer’s Blood and the power of the gods.

But Chris had long known of a matter discussed within the family and felt uneasy at heart.

If they chose not to accept “Fischer’s Blood” and the “Lost Ritual,” they would be dealt with immediately; the family could not leave such a significant threat.

The three, including Vanessa, had all done “overstepping” acts for the family, only that Irene had Vanessa kill a villain.

Chris suddenly felt a fear, though Vanessa had become extremely loyal to the Fischer family over the past few years.

If she had always been disguising herself and refused the Lost Ritual at the last moment, or showed disloyalty after receiving the blood.

In any case, he didn’t want Vanessa to be killed by his family.

That would simply be an unimaginable nightmare.

“Chris, come here.”

Byrne suddenly smiled and beckoned Chris over; the youth hesitated for a moment before walking over.

The steady-eyed Byrne slowly stood up, as if seeing through the youth’s thoughts, placed his hand on his cousin’s nape and calmly said from up close:

“Don’t worry, Irene and I are absolutely sure, Vanessa and the others will not reject the ritual, nor will they betray us, at least not at this point in time.”

“Trust our judgment, Chris.”

He left Chris’s side, patting the youth’s shoulder.

Chris remained silent, just nodding calmly.

At this point, he also had to watch the whole matter unfold.