Born in Blood-Chapter 446 Letter

Looking at the owl, Liam realized he was quite lucky to be considered for an invitation to such a stacked meeting.

He wasn't even a full Zenith yet, and here he was, dipping his toe in the big pond.

A big part of it probably had to be Liam's alliance with Alucard.

The situation was similar to being an associate with the richest man in the world.

Just knowing the man would bring one in contact with filthy rich individuals.

But one had to remember that Liam was not too far behind in terms of infamy.

He was the (somewhat) heir of the Eternal Sword.

Ever since his sea of consciousness entered the fourth rank, his eyes were sharper than ever.

Making eye-to-eye contact with someone could actually make them feel a sharp pain!

There was that tiny sigil on his skin, too, which was a brand of an odachi.

He could change its color, but never wipe away the mark itself.

Other than that, Liam was also famous for being the masked young man that fought in the Ilalian tournament, and managed to kill a Zenith.

Thus, it wasn't too far of a stretch to say that Liam earned his right among these people.

More or less.

"It'll take place in a month, sir," the messenger owl said in response to his question. "At Mount Mayhem."

"And this Mount Mayhem is where exactly?"

Just then, the owl took out something from his breast pocket.

The tuxedo had pockets!

How cute.

What the owl took out was a little postcard, awfully similar to what the Minister of Torture had sent him.

But instead of being matte-black, and filled with sarcasm, this one was made out of pure gold.

Etched on its thin metallic surface were little inscribed letters. Cursive. Posh. Neat.

A blind man could see how highly the Mayor valued gentlemanliness.

An engrained quality, just like Liam's unloose hinges.

Liam took the card from the owl's outstretched wing, giving it a thorough examination.

Dear Liam Royce,

I, Sir Cornelius Mehro III, would like nothing more than to make your acquaintance at my personal abode, the Mountain of Mayhem. Fret not about the name, dear friend, there is no chaos here. None to your displeasure, of course. It'll be a splendid evening, tailored to your tastes, with amenities a powerhouse cannot be disappointed with. See you there. Cheers.

Signed,

Cornelius.

The postcard ended there.

On the side of the card, there was a bright golden arrow that pointed towards the northwest.

Towards Mount Mayhem.

'I can hear his accent already,' Liam thought with a hidden smile.

"Can I bring anyone?" Liam asked.

Not that he really wanted to bring anyone. Having protection made him seem weak.

The owl made a bitter face. "I'm afraid not, sir. Only those with an invitation can come."

Silence.

"Very well," Liam said after a few seconds. "I'll be there."

The owl beamed happily.

His job was finally over!

He could go home!

He could curse Sir Cornelius to his eleventh generation where no one could hear him!

"One more thing, hooter," Liam said, and the owl comically raised a brow. "Are you a naturally talking animal?"

The messenger owl chuckled slightly.

"That knowledge belongs to the Mayor, sir. Once you meet with him, he'll tell you everything he knows."

"So long as you do the same, that is," the hooter added with a small smile.

There was a short pause.

"If there's nothing else," the owl said, "I'd love to take my leave now."

Liam nodded. "Feel free."

Turning around, the owl was about to open the door, when it suddenly shivered.

He turned back to Liam with a wry smile.

"You… you wouldn't happen to have another exit, would you?"

Liam hid a grin.

"Why?"

Pausing, the owl wanted to pick out the correct words without offending Liam in any way.

It struggled.

There was no kind way to put it!

The entire temple consisted of ruffians and madmen and women!

Particularly, the women wanted to pick his perfect little feathers and cuddle with him like a teddy bear!

Sensing that the creature grew uncomfortable, Liam pointed to the window adjacent to a few bookshelves.

The owl looked at Liam like he was his savior.

A second later, he shot out the glass like a bullet.

Liam heard vague laughter as the owl got a certain distance away. A laugh of joy.

Reclining in his chair, Liam reckoned it was time he prepared seriously for this massive event.

But he had a feeling he shouldn't continue eating any more of the Empress' body.

At least, until this party was over with.

Why?

Well, if Liam were to give out an entire list of what he could do, all those powers would get stupidly powerful once his core was Rank 4.

In the first place, a month was not enough for Liam to advance. It would take two or three months in total, and even that was not guaranteed.

One had to remember that after the Self and Struggle Tribulations, there was the Defense Tribulation. 𝒻𝓇𝘦𝘦𝘸𝘦𝒷𝓃𝑜𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

It consisted of just defending himself against darkness attacks as his core advanced.

Arguably, it was easier to accomplish compared to the rest.

But who knew what the Opposition had in store for Liam?

He certainly didn't want to advance in the middle of a party. How embarrassing would that be?

Instead, there were three things Liam had in mind that he wanted to do during this one month.

Obviously, testing Expel, Admit, and Disfiguration was an honorable mention.

One: hunting a Rank 5 beast.

Yes, yes, it was cocky and foolish, but he wasn't actually hopeful in killing it.

He just wanted to test his strength in the most difficult way possible.

Two: improving his Blood Weaving.

There was untapped potential there. A massive amount. He just needed to tinker around and make it happen.

Three: improving his swords.

It went without saying that his swords were a little out of touch with the rest of his powers.

After all, Liam's own hardened blood could be a Rank 4 inscribed item!

These three were lofty goals, and Liam didn't think he could accomplish all three of them during the short period of a single month.

But he would try.