Abel was quite satisfied with his performance.
He has always maintained a viewpoint.
That is, to become the final victor, regardless of how despicable the means used previously were, how many mistakes were made, how many times one bowed before the enemy, they were just necessary costs.
As long as he can win, he could do anything.
And his victory was only one, to defeat other apprentices, inherit the bloodline of the Pure White Knight, and then, with the aid of his father's wealth, become a noble who could shake the world.
There are no absolute enemies and friends in the face of interest, it was supposed to be this way.
Lite had the opportunity to be his friend, but he chose the wrong partner.
"Made a mistake, eh? I thought I had hold on Inez and Lite, but I didn't expect him to be appointed as an advisor to the Knights."
In today's Abel's eyes, Lite has become his enemy. If previous strategies were to amend, now the strategy is to destroy.
Lite was already on Inez's side, it was evident, this niece of the Pure White Knight, had been eyeing the knight's inheritance for a long time, and Lite's contact with the Pure White Knight was no doubt due to the Chief Judge.
Unexpected, unexpected, that bunch probably wouldn't have imagined that the seemingly least threatening Inez was their biggest competitor.
Abel didn't think he could afford a more generous reward than the Chief Judge; after all, his father gave him not a single penny.
Therefore, since both sides were completely opposing, he had to find a way to defeat Inez and her supporters together.
With this thought, a smile unconsciously surfaced on Abel, for he already had a perfect plan.
Since the Chief Judge's daughter is so fragile like a child due to her sour relationship with her mother, then let him destroy her remaining strength.
Undoubtedly, Inez, close to despair and breaking, would be stunningly beautiful.
As for Lite, he also had a good idea.
Hmph, actually bringing his important family members to Furse, this gentleman seems to be still too naive.
At the top of the tower.
George stood by the window, numerous tall buildings from here looked like densely packed squares, and on the other side of this city, the colossal and solemn church, engineers and workers gathered, with pedestrians hurriedly passing by.
Inez pushed the door open and came in.
"How's it going?" George pulled the curtain closed.
Inez replied with a calm face:
"Anyway, it's not the first time I've had my blood drawn, this time it's less than usual."
George turned his body around, her robe moving with the wind, and the silvery-white arm armor on his arm with sharp spikes, and his pupils were emitting a deep blue light.
"You used your gift, didn't you? What kind of person is he?"
The people who knew of the White Dragon Blood in Inez's body were just the members of their family, and George.
Including Hewitt and her, only four people knew about it.
Inez calmly replied:
"I couldn't figure out what his purpose was because his emotions were too strong. Just touching lightly, my tears wouldn't stop falling."
George asked:
"What kind of emotion?"
"Sadness and pain."
"Is it sadness for the people he is about to kill?"
The young girl in the silver helmet had a melancholy face that did not match her age:
"No, it's for a very important person to him, a person he has lost."
George tilted his head slightly:
"So, what kind of person do you think he is?"
Instead of an answer, Inez guessed:
"I don't know, but I think a person who would be so sad for others won't be too bad."
George disagreed with this view:
"Bad people also have emotions. Humans are complex creatures."
Inez said:
"Anyway, I have plenty of time. I can get to know him slowly. But I still prefer to believe that he is not a great sinner."
George did not argue with the young girl's words; he knew very well that it wasn't right to reason with a girl her age.
The Pure White Knight slipped off the gruesome dragonhead-like arm armor from his hand, which instantly turned into a delicate silver ring.
George caressed the ring, feeling the coldness gushing out of his body, his voice full of sigh:
"This is a gift from a dear friend, called Fallen Wings. It has a simple function, to conceal and suppress the dragon blood in my body."
George looked at Inez:
"If it is used for you, not only could it completely cover up your dragon's blood scent, but it could even isolate your ability, making you just like an ordinary person."
The girl was stunned at first, then she laughed and said:
"If it was for me when I was a child, it might have changed a lot, but now it's too late. Now, I have nothing left but this blood."
George's blue pupils light had spread to his entire eye,
"That's not the key. The reason I give it to you is so you can disguise yourself successfully. After all, the aura of dragon blood is too obvious."
The girl was a little confused:
"Why should I disguise myself?"
"Perhaps the war will start soon. If that day comes, I hope you can leave here as soon as possible and return to Worton to find your mother."
The girl's expression was somewhat stubborn:
"I can also fight."
"No, I'm afraid you'll become a tool the enemy can use to threaten me."
Inez showed no emotional fluctuations:
"When that day comes, you can ignore my life."
George said in a deep voice:
"Yes, I will definitely do that. I just don't want to be resented by your mother. So, listen and leave obediently. Don't cause trouble for me."
The young girl bit her lip:
"Can't I even choose my life or death?"
George showed a sarcastic smile, and the ghost light in his eyes seemed to burst out of his eyes:
"Even I can't choose, even the king can't choose, why do you choose."
Faint traces of scales appeared around George's neck. He said impatiently:
"After you leave, tell them I do not want to be disturbed. I need to adjust my state.
"Also, if you encounter danger, try to press the ring and silently say the name of my dear friend in your heart. If you're lucky, he might be nearby."
Inez wondered:
"Who is your dear friend?"
George had a look of reminiscence:
"He is the third cleverest person I have ever met, after only my king and that trickster.
"The Hell Spider of Swallowed Demons, the Boundary Breaker, the person who stands apart, the slandered, the nobly sacrificed, and one of the thirteen Legendary Demon Hunters.
"He vanished without a trace at the cost of slaying the traitor amongst the demon hunters himself. The traitor had been known as the 'Sacred Demon Hunter'. Nowadays, he appears in history books with a formidable reputation as the former 'Lord of Devils'. He is a hero who the world should forever remember."
"He is Hewitt..." as George opened his mouth, a chill strong enough to solidify lava surged out. "Hewitt Drayton."