Chapter 1279 - Manor and Valley
A black carriage slowly drove into Black Rose Manor.
The wooden wheels crushed the gray stones beneath it, letting out a soft crackling sound.
The carriage passed down the hundred-meter long path, turned past a dried-up fountain, and slowly came to a stop at the manor’s three-story building.
A dozen individuals dressed in gray, white, or black robes were already waiting by the stone steps. They bowed and paid their respects to the pretty lady stepping out of the carriage.
This person was a beautiful woman with striking looks and an impressive figure.
Her light-golden hair complimented her skin, making it look as smooth and white as ivory. The light-purple lips beneath her shapely nose gleamed with an enchanting sheen. Her beautiful, jewel-like eyes reflected a lovely color under the light, yet also appeared to have a tremendous depth to them.
Despite being a Third Grade psionic of the Dener Clan, she did not wear an adept’s robe. Instead, she was wearing a black dinner dress, like an ordinary noble lady. Her breasts were pressed firmly together by the dress, framed by a beautifully bejeweled corsage. A pair of white silk gloves were gripped in her slender fingers, each finger as smooth and pretty as jade.
“Welcome, Lady Marilyn Mona!”
“Yes…understood. I will contact headquarters now!” The male adept nodded and agreed when he heard Marilyn’s cold reply. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.
“Alright, all of you leave me and go make your arrangements or rest or whatever it is you do! Also, send the Grand Duke’s advisor to my room. I want to see if he has any information of value in his mind.”
“Understood!”
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A silent and desolate valley.
The forest trees were tall and old, their massive canopies covering vast swathes of the ground like giant umbrellas. Several hills stood around the area, along with gulches and ravines. The cries of birds and insects alike could be heard here and there.
Buzz.
Suddenly, an odd sound could be heard in the air.
Three metal eyeballs the size of human heads flew through the air above the forest, leaving faint, fading trails of blue.
One of the metal eyeballs perched high in the sky close to the valley, scanning everything within range. The other two dived into the forest and wove deftly between the branches and vines. Faint blue beams shot in every direction, checking for suspicious activity.
The critters of the forest quickly hid in their lairs, and the forest instantly fell silent. All living beings stilled their breath, not daring to show themselves at all.
The eyeball machines passed through and found nothing abnormal, so they returned to the sky. The three eyeball machines, in formation, flew towards the next patch of forest.
When the eyeballs had disappeared from view, light shimmered beneath a tree. A group of adepts riding on magical mounts tore down the illusion barrier and revealed themselves.
The leader was Third Grade Scarface Gallow, his face full of stitches and scars as if he had been torn apart.
He rode on an exceedingly mighty horse. He turned and looked in the direction the machines had disappeared in as a solemn expression took over his face.
This magical horse was particularly vicious. It was pitch black and covered in dark violet scales. Its mouth was filled with blade-like teeth and two long fangs.
It was evident from a single glance that this was no magical creature born of nature. No, it was a magical beast that the adepts had specially bred and cultivated!