Endless Debt

Chapter 1200: Chapter 37: Liaison Officer

The Blood of the Night Race is not only the carrier of the Undying Power but is also an extremely precious alchemy material. Yet, few know that within the Night Race, among the strict hierarchy constructed by bloodlines, blood has many uses—it is the embodiment of actual power.

Serey gently dipped his fingertips into a bit of blood, and as he stared, he felt his own blood slowly heating, boiling, the beast lurking in his heart seemed to be struggling to break free, restless.

"Where did this blood come from?"

Serey suddenly asked, his voice echoing within the silent Undying Club. A few seconds later, the darkness began to stir, and a black cat, almost merged with the shadows, walked out.

"Bologue," Wei’Er spoke, "Bologue just brought someone back, and this blood dripped from him."

"Did you see his face clearly?" Serey asked.

Wei’Er said, "No, he was wrapped in black cloth, it seems to avoid being scorched by the blazing sun." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Serey’s gaze grew heavy, as if hesitating over something, while Wei’Er persuaded, "Don’t be like this, Serey, you’re no longer involved in all these."

"Not involved... Everyone inevitably harbors some terrible curiosity."

Serey shrugged helplessly, and after much thought, he no longer resisted his nature. A strong bloodlust arose from his heart, and he opened his mouth, extending his tongue to lightly lick the blood from his fingertips.

As the blood trickled into his throat and was digested by Serey, the absolute power of pure blood he possessed as the Night King’s son completely conquered this nameless blood at that moment, extracting a wealth of information from it.

Blood is a blessing; moreover, it is a vessel for power.

Closing his eyes, Serey excavated numerous visions from the blood in an instant. First, he saw the figure of the blood’s owner, an elderly priest with a benevolent smile, yet Serey could vaguely sense his character—devout and earnest, though beneath this goodness lay extremism.

"And then?"

Serey murmured softly, as if issuing a command to the blood, which then obeyed.

Suddenly, silence enveloped the surroundings, and in the darkness with closed eyes, Serey saw faint flashes of lightning. He then smelled the humid air and soon after, the sound of pouring rain filled his ears.

"What have you experienced?" Serey continued questioning.

As a member of the Pure Blood Night Race, Serey possessed absolute dominion over the Night Race beneath him. He could discern their appearances, characters, and even memories through blood alone.

Thus, in those scarlet memories, Serey traversed time and space, viewing York’s blurred memories. As the storm intensified, Serey saw the pair of scarlet eyes within York’s recollections.

"You may call me... Regent King."

Serey suddenly opened his eyes, releasing a murderous aura from his being. In an instant, he was no longer a drunken figure but rather a beast on the verge of breaking free from a cage.

Yet, the terrifying aura vanished swiftly, and Serey steadied his emotions, slowly standing up and wiping his shoe sole against the bloodstains on the ground, erasing them.

"What did you see, Serey?"

Wei’Er was already aware of the unique abilities of the Pure Blood Night Race.

"Nothing."

Serey shook his head with an indifferent expression, "No matter what happens, the Order Bureau will handle it."

As he spoke, he was smiling, quoting Wei’Er’s earlier words, "It’s none of our concern."

"Is it really unrelated?"

A strange voice sounded, carrying a mocking tone.

Serey turned his head, looking toward the direction of the voice, his smile frozen, seeing a blurry figure standing in the darkness behind Wei’Er. Those scarlet eyes were just like the ones he had seen in the blood’s memories.

"Is it really?" The figure asked again.

"Regent King..."

Serey’s expression turned cold, the violent desire to slay emerged again, yet the opponent was not intimidated by Serey, merely issuing a troublesome laugh, dissipating into nothingness in the darkness.

"Who are you talking to?"

Wei’Er asked puzzledly, looking behind herself along Serey’s gaze, but found nothing but shadows.

Serey blinked, and the Regent King’s figure vanished, as if everything heard and seen earlier was but an illusion.

It wasn’t an illusion.

Blood is a vessel for power and an inseparable connection among the Night Race.

When Serey glimpsed the Regent King from the blood’s memories, the Regent King also sensed Serey’s presence and, crossing limitations, established a connection with Serey. This moment made Serey speculate about the Regent King’s Bloodline Tier and whence he obtained the Blood Donation.

"Are you okay, Serey?"

Concerned, Wei’Er looked at Serey, aware of his mental state since the rise of the Night Race.

Serey remained silent, burying his head in the bar, downing several bottles of liquor, hoping alcohol could rescue everything... Yet, he couldn’t get drunk.

Serey murmured, "The painful clarity of being awake..."

...

The Regent King opened his eyes, a meaningful smile on his face, having contemplated contacting Serey, though not expecting it to happen this way. He stood up, simply stretched his body, and looked across the room at two others.

"About my proposal, what do you think?"

After a moment of silence, a voice full of doubt sounded, "You say you can help us liberate the Beast of the Herd, and the cost is... we must succeed?"