A few days later.
Eternal Night City, City Hall, City Lord’s office.
The curvaceous female assistant poured special coffee for the two seated figures.
The pockmarked Old City Lord, in an undignified manner, patted the assistant’s backside.
“Sweetheart, I heard your husband is going away for a few days.
If you’re scared at night, you can come stay at my manor for a few nights.” The female assistant smiled awkwardly, then hurried out of the room.
Thorne, sitting nearby, took a sip from his cup.
“Lord Monga, you specifically called me here today.
Is there something you need to tell me?” “Hahaha.” Old Menge chuckled, leisurely sniffing the aroma of the special coffee.
“You know, Thorne, I’m old.
Just like humans, old Blood Kin like me really enjoy a peaceful life.” “What, is there something or someone that makes you feel Eternal Night City isn’t peaceful?” Old Menge didn’t answer directly, his eyes gleaming, as if reminiscing about his glorious past: “Do you remember, your father and I used to be very good friends.” “Eternal Night City was built in our hands.
We were scorned by other Families, branded as traitors, and even our Tremere’s former honor was erased by the Council.” “I’m old, and I don’t want my Tremere to return to a realm of deceit and intrigue.” Monga pursed his lips, like an old man nearing his end.
“I understand your thoughts, but please, for my sake and your late father’s, I don’t want unrest to occur in the city.
I will only manage my own small domain; I can stay out of matters outside the city.” “I understand what you mean.
I won’t make things difficult for you.” Thorne drained the coffee in his cup and made to stand up.
“Wait, Thorne, this is my final advice: whether it’s the Holy City or the Council, they cannot give the Angier Family so-called honor.
Don’t go astray.” “Thank you for the reminder, Lord Monga.” “Oh, and one more small thing I’d like to remind you about.” Thorne paused, showing respect to the Old City Lord and elder, waiting for the ‘small thing’ he was about to mention.
“Recently, a company in the city has Converted thousands of Mixed-bloods in a short time.
Although the law doesn’t prohibit this business, it doesn’t align with Eternal Night City’s interests.
This company has some connection to the Angel Family.
If it’s convenient, I hope you can handle it.” Thorne, of course, knew who it was.
Besides the company he had in mind, no other enterprise was doing the same business.
“Understood.
I will give you a satisfactory answer.” “Very good.
Then I can rest easy and enjoy my retirement.” When Thorne left, a secret room behind the office bookshelf opened, and a middle-aged Blood Kin emerged from it.
“Father, how will you deal with Thorne?” “Jon, keep a close watch on the city during this time.
Should there be any disturbance, immediately deploy the City Defense Force to suppress it.” Jon, the Commander of the City Defense Force, was quite puzzled, a hint of impatience in his brows: “Father, are we just going to watch the Holy City and Thorne take the blood cup?” Old Menge glanced at his son, an aura of quiet authority emanating from him, and he set his cup down heavily: “Put away your petty thoughts, Jon.
The blood cup is not something we can covet.
The implications behind it are very complex.
Thorne is too impatient, diving headfirst into this quagmire.
For his father’s sake, I will not stop him, nor will I ever get involved in the matter of the blood cup.” “Father, it’s just a replica blood cup.
Is the situation as serious as you say?” “You don’t understand,” Old Menge shook his head and sighed, as if he had already seen through everything: “There has never been a replica of the blood cup.
What the Situ Family holds is a part of the complete blood cup.” Hearing this, Jon suddenly understood.
If what Old Menge said was true, then things really wouldn’t be as simple as they seemed on the surface.
Involving the Tremere of the Demon Party, the blood cup is a sacred artifact of that Tremere, rumored to have contained the blood of a god.
If it was a real blood cup, even just a part of it, it was definitely not something their Tremere could covet.
“For this matter, we just need to be spectators.
It not only involves the Demon Party and the Secret Party, but there are also shadows of humans behind it.” “I understand, Father.” “Hmm,” Old Menge nodded and waved his hand, signaling Jon to leave.
When he was alone in the room, Old Menge stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the city where buildings stood densely like mushrooms after rain.
“There’s an old saying among humans: ‘The wind fills the tower before the storm.'” Alas…
— — — — Thorne got into the departing car, a phone call interrupting his thoughts.
“Hello.” “Patriarch, Situ Hao and his mother have left the city through the North Gate.” “Hmm, don’t lose them.” “Understood.” Hanging up the phone, Thorne said to the driver: “To the East Gate!” Outside the city, a convoy of five cars was heading north along the highway.
Inside the middle car, Situ Hao clutched the box in his arms, his expression tense.
He was very anxious, constantly looking out the window and urging the driver to speed up.
“Drive faster.” The driver glanced at the dashboard, which already showed 120 kilometers per hour, and said with a mournful face: “Young Master, it’s already very fast.
This is a highway; accidents can happen.” “Don’t worry, Hao’er, nothing will happen.” The beautiful woman beside him offered comfort.
“Your father has made all the arrangements.
No one will know that we are leaving with this thing.” “But—” Situ Hao hesitated, an inexplicable irritation in his heart, feeling as if a large hand was tightly gripping his throat: “I have a bad feeling.” Situ Hao looked down at the box in his hand, feeling as if the thing was burning hot.
“Logically, for something so important, why would Father arrange it so hastily?
Unless…” “Boom!” Before Situ Hao could finish his sentence, the front car was attacked, turning into a fireball and being blown away.
Piercing brake sounds rang out, white-grey dust rose, and black tire marks appeared on the road.
The convoy was forced to stop.
Without a moment’s respite, the vehicles behind were also attacked.
With a few more explosions, the two cars at the back were completely destroyed by the sudden attack.
The people inside didn’t even have time to resist before they all perished.
From the surviving front car, several bodyguards hurriedly got out and ran to the car where Situ Hao and his mother were, taking up defensive positions.
From the woods on both sides of the road, a group of people in black trench coats emerged.
Their only visible eyes, with blood-red pupils, revealed their identity: Blood Kin.
More than twenty Black-robed Blood Kin surrounded Situ Hao’s group.
Before the battle began, dense footsteps sounded from behind.
Situ Hao in the car turned and leaned against the back window, looking behind him.
When he clearly saw the approaching figures, his heart immediately turned to ash, and he mumbled with trembling lips: “It’s over, it’s all over.” The woman also saw the people approaching from behind; it was Micah, the butler of the Angel Family.
He made no attempt to conceal himself, wearing his regular clothes, clearly indicating that no one was to be left alive.
Micah, with the manor’s dark guards, surrounded them, his eyes alert, scanning the unexpected Black-robed Blood Kin.
“Who are you?” The leader of the Black-robed Blood Kin slowly stepped forward.
His face was obscured, but his eyes revealed disdainful disgust, and his tone was like someone shooing away insects.
“Get lost, you Mixed-blood bastards—” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Aetheron_ Enjoying the story?