Hewitt's name had resounded throughout Furse, and all the people in high society couldn't ignore this mysterious visitor who brought a large amount of money.
While supporting the Primordial Flame, Mr. Lite received the support of the Knights, and his figure spanned several industries in Furse City.
Marianne was a supporter of the Primordial Flame. Before Lite's arrival, this noble lady who rarely appeared in public view was one of the church's main sources of funding.
Today she came to Hewitt's mansion.
A servant opened the gate and informed her that they needed to notify the master of the house.
The blonde beauty held up a black umbrella, her dark skirt fluttering in the wind. The white roses by the roadside stubbornly resisted the baptism of wind and rain, while flashes of blue lightning flickered across the gloomy sky. The vast streets were empty, as the torrential rain engulfed the entire city.
The servant, holding an umbrella, opened the door again and invited the woman in.
As the woman followed the servant, she noticed many white wax trees along the road. She wasn't sure if it was her illusion, but some tree branches resembled spears, stabbing into the air as if suspending an invisible person.
The gate and the house were not far apart, and the woman soon arrived at the door under guidance.
She gently pushed the door open with her black silk gloves.
"Whoosh."
The sound of torrential rain entered the room.
Hewitt and Hela were reading a book on the sofa together.
"Go play by yourself," Hewitt said as he watched Hela leave the room before standing up to greet the guest.
"Lady Marianne, I have prepared tea and desserts for you. May I ask why you decided to visit so suddenly?"
Marianne removed her gloves and black veil, gently hanging them on a rack along with her lady's hat.
"I apologize for not informing you in advance, Mr. Lite. I have some matters I would like to discuss with you," she said.
Marianne sat down naturally across from Hewitt.
A servant brought tea and desserts to the two on a silver tray, then turned to leave and closed the door tight.
Hewitt took a sip of red tea:
"So, Lady Marianne, what brings you here?"
Marianne's red lips moved slightly, revealing a mysterious smile:
"Mr. Lite, have you heard of the White Lion Club?"
Hewitt raised an eyebrow:
"I've heard of it. It seems like a large association for the upper class."
"Indeed, that's how we claim it to the public."
"So, you are a member of the White Lion Club, Lady Marianne?"
The golden-haired woman nodded:
"Yes, and I am a core member. In fact, most ordinary members are used to cover the activities of our core members."
Hewitt put down his teacup:
"Cover-up isn't such a good word."
Marianne spoke softly:
"As core members, we are the main stakeholders of the White Lion Club and can also enjoy the benefits of the association."
Hewitt tapped the table with his index finger:
"What conditions?"
Marianne's eyes widened slightly, adding some confusion.
"What do I need to give? What do I have to pay in return? Surely, Lady Marianne isn't here just to introduce the organizational structure of your association."
Marianne smiled:
"Indeed, I am here specifically to invite you, Mr. Lite. However, I didn't expect you to be such a direct person. No wonder you're such a successful businessman that has shaken Furse."
"You flatter me."
Marianne straightened her expression and said:
"In fact, we, the White Lion Club, possess some powerful magical items, and as long as you join, we can provide you with a blood replacement service."
"Blood replacement service?"
"Yes, whether it's the blood of young people that can make one youthful, the blood of children that makes one intelligent, or the blood of magical creatures that can make one powerful, we can provide it to our members."
Lite raised a question that any respectable businessman would have:
"Children's blood?"
Marianne offered a prepared answer:
"Don't worry, we control the quantities precisely and also provide them a generous reward, enough to change their originally miserable fate."
Upon hearing this, Lite nodded with confidence and asked:
"Blood that makes one younger? Can blood transfusion prolong one's life?"
The blonde beauty hooked her lips:
"Of course."
"So, what do I have to give in return?"
Marianne tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear and seductively licked her lips:
"Some insignificant things, just providing support to the association when necessary. I can guarantee that this support won't be more than what the association offers you, and if you are unwilling, you have the right to refuse at any time. As long as you don't refuse multiple times in a row, you will still be one of our core members."
Hewitt stroked his chin:
"Your proposal is quite attractive. Can I take some time to consider it?"
Marianne didn't expect such a big businessman to join the White Lion Club immediately; he would definitely use his own channels to investigate. However, this was exactly what suited her.
After all, there was nothing wrong with the White Lion Club on the surface.
After bidding farewell to Hewitt, Marianne walked away alone, but she didn't head in the direction of her residence.
In the midst of the storm and torrential rain, everything became blurred, and perhaps it was because of this that Marianne's figure became somewhat elusive.
At times she appeared as a man, then an elderly person, then a child, and then not even resembling a person at all. Gradually, she disappeared into the torrential rain.
Meanwhile, in the basement, Hewitt was preparing to obtain the Heart of Frost Giant.
He took Inez's blood from his embrace and gently placed it on the table.
Having made sure everything was ready, he began his work.
Extending a finger, he rubbed it on himself, turning the finger into a sharp knife that inscribed ancient curses on the demon hunter's skin.
Intense pain spread through his skin, a necessary sacrifice and offering.
Only by paying the price could he use these curses.
Odin offered himself as a sacrifice, hanging upside down from the World Tree for nine days and nights without food or drink, pierced by a spear, to obtain the twenty-four primordial Rune words.
The original Rune symbols glowed all over Hewitt's body: arms, cheeks, back, calves, eyes, and hair.
The Rune words stolen from the God of Wisdom were now one of Hewitt's few powerful magics.
The dazzling light that humans couldn't bear illuminated the entire room; Hewitt held the glass tube containing White Dragon Blood in his hand.
The only problem with this blood was that it was too diluted, and couldn't be refined by technology.
However, magic born under the World Tree could make it possible.
This was the power to invert reality.
"Cough."
Hewitt clutched his chest; casting such magic was too exhausting for him now.
After changing his heart, the demon hunter looked at the glass vial again.
Inside, there was just one drop of blood left.