When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 963 - 326: The New Era of the Son of the Moon (8000-word update, request for monthly pass!)_2

Chapter 963 -326: The New Era of the Son of the Moon (8000-word update, request for monthly pass!)_2

“It means exactly what it says.”

Aleister’s mouth curled up slightly, and her pupils had changed to the crimson of the Son of the Moon at some point.

She was as if drunk, her cheeks flushed red, and her emotions became agitated: “Just kill them all.

“Kill anyone who dares to jump out—kill anyone who causes trouble. I don’t know where they get their confidence from, but I know… I can definitely defeat them!”

Aleister’s words were filled with an absolute confidence that brooked no opposition.

But truthfully, Prince Xiyaldo only believed her less than half, and Mr. Fenrir did not believe her at all.

“How is that possible… Rather than that, I tend to trust the ritual conducted by the Demon Scholars more.”

His brows were tightly furrowed: “Otherwise, why don’t we help them complete the ritual? I saw earlier that the ritual will destroy most of Star Antimony… but in that future, there was no mad plan from the Sons of the Moon. It’s evident that the ‘greater part of Star Antimony’ that got destroyed must have included them—

“If we really can’t find a way, we might as well try to twist the future back to the first outcome!”

“—Impossible.”

Aleister said without hesitation: “You are committing a crime, Mr. Fenrir. At the very least, when the Son of the Moon rules the four countries, and the Banquet Master’s faction is in the majority, the situation cannot possibly be worse than that of a ‘greatly destroyed’ Star Antimony.”

“It’s not the same.”

Mr. Fenrir, wearing a helmet-type goggles with many lenses that only revealed the lower half of his face, insisted on his point stubbornly: “I am the prince’s man, and I ultimately prophesy and think for His Majesty’s sake. And you yourself are a Son of the Moon…”

“—Fenrir.”

Prince Xiyaldo suddenly interrupted Fenrir.

Fenrir immediately realized his mistake. Even with most of his face covered, one could see him turn pale for a moment: “Oh, oh… I am sorry, Miss Aleister, I meant…”

“No harm done.”

But Aleister actually smiled with satisfaction: “You’re right… The Sons of the Moon are untrustworthy. No matter how well the Sons of the Moon present themselves, one must always be prepared for the betrayal of the Sons of the Moon. Because the Sons of the Moon are a race without moral or emotional bindings, parasitic and utterly selfish.”

“You…”

This response left Prince Xiyaldo somewhat at a loss.

Fortunately, at that moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Mr. Fenrir, clearly restless, almost instantly breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the phone at once and asked loudly: “May I ask—?”

But his expression quickly turned ugly, the excited look of having narrowly escaped morphed into a calm one, revealing a sad and pained demeanor. His lips moved, but in the end, remained closed.

“…Don’t be afraid, we will be there soon.”

Fenrir said with a complex expression as he consoled the caller.

He slowly hung up the handset, looked back at Aleister, then at Prince Xiyaldo, and quietly reported: “Your Highness…”

“Whose call was it?”

“Director Vena, Your Highness.”

Fenrir said: “Many bodies were found hanging in the city square.”

“What does that have to do with us? Shouldn’t that be a matter for the Police Station to handle?”

Prince Xiyaldo asked back: “Could it be that the previous ritual is still underway?”

“Not at all. All these bodies had been drained of blood, it’s apparent they were killed by the Sons of the Moon…

“But the key is their identities. They were all members of the Rose Cross Society, including two viscounts, a well-known lawyer, three journalists, and… old Frank Schumacher.”

As he spoke, Fenrir took the opportunity to explain to Aleister and Honey Badger: “Old Frank was a top-level director, very senior. He was the highest responsible person for the Royal Security Police Department in Leipzig, and he was also the referrer who introduced Director Vena to join the Rose Cross Society. And his death means…”

“The plan of Red Chancellor has already begun.”

Honey Badger declared, “I guess he has been put under soft imprisonment—Son of the Moon always has a strong desire to control, not liking any enemy to escape from under his watch. It’s a kind of twisted desire that stems from an obsession for exclusivity.”

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“That’s right,” Mr. Fenrir nodded, “Director Vena is asking for help, Your Highness. He’s been locked in his own office by his colleagues at the Police Station and now cannot leave the room. There are armed public security officers guarding the door.

“Unexpectedly, they haven’t cut off the office’s phone lines…”

“Huh, they left the phone line intact just for the sake of tapping it.”

Miss Aleister sneered, “You don’t think they overlooked it, do you?”

Although Miss Aleister also felt that Son of the Moon was not a good thing, after being inexplicably criticized by Mr. Fenrir, she also became somewhat vindictive—just like a real Son of the Moon.

“—They want to see who Director Vena would call, and who would come to rescue him.”

“That means…”

Mr. Fenrir turned pale.

“Our Astrologer, have you been so reliant on your eyes that you’ve neglected to exercise your brain?”

Miss Aleister said sarcastically, “This is something that is very easy to guess… and yet you dare to make decisions for your master? You have a lot of nerve for someone incapable! With a fool like you, I don’t even bother to suck your blood. I feel like it would make my intelligence drop.”

“…I can give you my blood, Miss Aleister.”

Prince Xiyaldo bowed his head towards Miss Aleister: “I ask you to rescue Director Vena… He is my friend.”

“Even though he called you, just hoping to use your abilities and connections?”

Miss Aleister asked in return.

“That’s because he trusts me, more than anyone else.”

Prince Xiyaldo replied without hesitation: “That’s why I must save him. This is my voluntary blood offer, which even according to the most traditional customs of the Son of the Moon, is considered ‘pure blood’ that is permissible to drink.”

“…Hmph.”

Hearing this, Miss Aleister felt somewhat annoyed for some reason.

But after a careful examination of her own heart, she couldn’t find the reason for her displeasure.

She could only agree somewhat irritably, “Forget the blood, I only drink the blood of one man. Having tasted his blood, I have no interest in your so-called ‘pure blood.’

“But in consideration of your friendship and trust—I’ll agree to it all the same. After all, I also have a friend who can always trust each other like this.”

Thinking of Sherlock, Miss Aleister tried to restrain the restlessness in her heart.

It was ironic to say… At first, she thought someone was attacking her with a ritual, which is why she was overcome with rage out of the blue.

Yet now Alfonso had long been killed by her, and his ritual disrupted by Miss Aleister; however, that sudden burst of furious emotions didn’t disappear but instead became more frequent.

In other words, Alfonso had never attacked Miss Aleister, nor had he made her his sacrifice.

It was an issue with Miss Aleister that just happened to coincide with Alfonso’s antics.

From that point on, everything was accidental.

…Strange, where did it all start going wrong?

Miss Aleister frowned slightly.

But she couldn’t think of an answer for the moment—and since all the plans involving her were going to collapse anyway, Miss Aleister simply set the thoughts aside and stopped worrying about it.

“…Anyway, rescuing him is what matters most. Let’s go.”

Miss Aleister stood up, full of excitement: “We’re storming the Police Station!”