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Then, it spat out a "ptui ptui ptui" sound, spitting out the blood it had swallowed.
Strick's heart suddenly sank as he watched this scene, as if he fell from heaven to hell in an instant.
"As expected... it's still too rare for ordinary people to possess the Chaotic Bloodline Talent," he murmured.
Lord Marska shook his head and turned to leave, "You have no value anymore..."
The Chaotic Bloodline Talent consists of ten levels; the higher the level, the closer one is to the 'Origin'!
If a talent were discovered, even he would receive a generous reward from the Warlock Organization!
But alas, this old man had no talent!
At the eleventh level, which is to say, not ranked at all!
Strick's face, ashen with defeat, watched as Penelope stepped forward and with a swing of her sheathed sword knocked him to the ground, "You are not worthy to be a slave to Lord Marska... but you can become my slave, hehehe..."
Once her anger dissipated, Penelope's rationality returned.
