572 The Enemies Have Arrived (1/2)
There was a rainstorm at the Wisteria Manor.
It seemed as if the faint lights of the manor were the only remnants of light in the whole world. Under the pummeling of the torrential rain, the lights were like gulls flying in the sky and boats being tipped over in a tsunami.
”Ah, it's been raining for three days. How long is it going to last?”
Old Logan got up from bed, put on a raincoat and toured around the manor with an oil lamp. He was an old man who had been in charge of security in the Wisteria Manor for decades, regardless of the changes in ownership.
”Neigh.”
The horses whinnied.
”That's weird. Why are the horses in the stable so restless today? They weren't like this even with all the thunder and rain in the last two days.” Old Logan looked at the horses and wondered.
Then, Old Logan found that his Shepherd Dog Andy was also barking at the door and hiding back in the corner, as if it had seen something horrifying.
The last time Andy acted like this was when it saw a tiger in the zoo, and it wasn't nearly that frightened back then.
”Quiet, quiet! Don't wake the young master.”
Old Logan went forward and held Andy's leash, but Andy kept barking anxiously as if it were facing a life and death crisis.
”Hm, is something there?”
Old Logan wondered as he looked outside the door.
The rain was pouring and it was dark everywhere. Even the lamps could barely light up areas of two meters, at most. Right when Old Logan started to feel relieved, a man appeared under one of the lights.
The man seemed to be wearing a black robe with a silver mask on his face, like the messenger of Death. Then, more of them showed up.
One, two, three…
There were ten of them in total. They walked under the streetlamps silently, then pushed open the fence and entered. What terrified Old Logan was that they didn't make any sounds when they walked, just like ghosts, and the raindrops slipped down their robes without leaving any watermarks.
The men in black robes walked right past Old Logan, but none of them looked at him. The horses inside the stable stopped whining and Andy lay on the ground with a begging posture, putting its claws over its head.
”These people came for my young master a few days ago. Why are they here again?”
Old Logan was frightened.
He wanted to shout and warn the young master, but a boundless fear enveloped him; his whole body froze, and he couldn't even move a finger tip. He couldn't do anything else but watch.
He watched them head to Chen Fan's villa.
The arbitrators stopped at the door of Chen Fan's villa.
They stood in the rain and waited quietly, like a well-trained army.
After a while, five people came. The five of them were wearing a black cloak with a blood red totem embroidered, with a gold inlay on the edges. They all looked pale, with scarlet eyes and an elegant demeanor, just like ancient nobles.
The five arbitrators of the Dark World Arbitration Department!
They were all there.
A man in a bright red knight suit with red gloves said, ”Chen Beixuan knows we are here.”
The Blood Knight, Claude.
Rumor had it that he was three hundred and fifty years old and had once slaughtered throughout Africa. Many African Grand Magi of the Magus Poison Sect were killed by him, including three Immortal State Warriors. Some said that he bathed in blood, which later on gave birth to the name Blood Knight.