Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 107 - 103: The Reason

The way to anger a woman is to tell her she’s not beautiful.

The way to thoroughly enrage a woman is to say she’s less beautiful than other women.

This theory might still need verification, but right now, Lyle could prove that at this moment, it was correct.

The imposter woman’s forehead veins bulged, resembling a black worm hidden beneath the skin, obviously in a state of extreme anger. That once beautiful face, now grotesque due to the violent contortion, wasn’t just because of rage; her facial features started to warp and twist, and along with the disappearing anger, the disguise identical to Beatrice’s vanished as well.

Clearly, her pride no longer allowed her to wear another woman’s mask.

Her eyes were narrow, similar to a fox’s, with the corners lifted high on both sides, conveying an arrogance akin to makeup on her face. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and at this moment, she resembled a snobbish woman who thought herself superior. Yes, just like the evil queen stepmother in Snow White, where scorn and belittlement were as common as tears at the corners of her eyes.

"Standing before you is the noble Blood Clan, Sir Porifan."

I’m not interested in your identity, especially after confirming that your looks are no longer of the highest tier. I think your filthy heart won’t add any extra value to you either.

Of course, Lyle wouldn’t be foolish enough to blurt out his thoughts and provoke the woman, who was now slightly calmer, into a desperate frenzy.

Lyle remained silent.

But clearly, the Blood Clan member was not as calm as she appeared.

Her sanguine pupils nearly filled her entire eyeballs, the blood-red inside like the blood in a sink, seemingly about to flow out along with her vile malice.

"If it weren’t for your usefulness, human, I’d kill you right now with the most cruel methods. Of course, even as it stands, you won’t escape death. After you’ve fulfilled my expectations," Porifan said, hands clasped behind her back as she paced around Lyle, her gaze sharp as a razor sweeping over his body, "I will cut off your limbs to feed the dogs, gouge out your eyes, sever your ears, and breed my Bloodsucking Worms in your body. You will hang like a swollen water bag in my living room, more like a potted plant, perhaps adding some blood-red flower seeds. Their branches will drill out from the cavities in your body. You won’t die. I will consider not sewing your mouth shut. You will scream for me all night long."

The woman’s joyful fantasies of her own punishment were truly revolting. Lyle was not frightened; instead, he drew the safe conclusion that he was still of use to her.

As for his own safety, Shuishui covered his body underneath his clothes, and Medusa was also poised to strike. They would help shield him from any immediate impacts. As for afterwards, Lyle’s right hand clenched tightly; his flexed thumb was pressing against Andrey’s emblem.

Being able to return to the Splendid Cup at any time, he was safest when operating alone.

At most, he would suffer from injuries in the instant before teleportation was initiated. Lyle thought he could withstand it, and if by some chance the teleportation process also included someone else, even if it was the Porifan Blood Clan member before him, the friends at the Splendid Cup would evidently be happy to ’exchange’ a few words with her.

With such thoughts, Lyle felt considerably more at ease. He now craved more information; he wanted to understand the purpose of this Blood Clan member’s visit to Naranya. At this point, it seemed quite achievable. It was clear to see that Porifan was someone who could easily get carried away with her own importance, also known as, in common parlance, a verbose villain.

"What do you want to do?"

Porifan seemed to enjoy Lyle’s confused expression.

She smiled, "Then let me give you a clear understanding before you die."

"The Loshutar Family is the strongest Blood Clan group, we possess intelligence and power as well as unbreakable family bonds. We were destined to remain rulers of the dark, but my sister chose to betray us, leaving the family and taking with her a blood artifact."

"Her name is Beatrice."

Beatrice is your sister? I’m sorry, by your appearance, I’d rather believe she is your daughter.

"Blood Clan members who receive the First Embrace form new families, forsaking their past—that is our rule. But that bitch Beatrice so wantonly trampled over everything we hold dear, betraying our expectations. We have hunted her down."

I believe Beatrice probably doesn’t care about you all that much; a few days ago she was living a carefree life as a bar owner. Maybe your so-called hunt was just slightly subpar.

"We traced her scent to this secluded place in Naranya, where it disappeared into this dense forest. She must be hiding in that rumored castle of Naslan. But her original family does have some abilities; a secret realm, and without a key, we couldn’t get close, let alone find the entrance."

"Luckily, we found a tomb of a Naslan ancestor, and the scent of the blood artifact was within it. Just when we were overjoyed, we discovered that damned tomb can only be opened by the operation of bloodline heirs. Even so-called Naranya nobility bloodlines were excluded," Porifan kicked the Karent lying on the ground, "it must be Naslan blood, which means that bitch Beatrice’s blood."

"I devoured a few people from Naranya to see if I could flush out that woman, but clearly, it was ineffective. That bitch had already become heartless. To lure her out will obviously require someone she values."

"Someone who knows her, her friend, relative, someone she truly cares about. I had my servants search everywhere in Naranya, spreading rumors of a beautiful vampire feasting on flesh here, even doing the dirty work myself. I knew someone would come to verify the truth, to confirm if it was her."

"Just like you, someone with a profound understanding of Beatrice, and you’re even a human, a human who understands vampires. I’m very curious why Beatrice would be alright with her blood bag wandering around. To her, you must be very special." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Porifan’s nails were like slender scythes, the glint of cold light grazing Lyle’s clothing.

"Your disguise was indeed excellent, scent and voice were both thoroughly concealed."

"So, I added a little trick, and as I hoped, the moment I removed my hood, I heard it, the sound of your heart contracting violently with excitement." Porifan’s palm rested on Lyle’s left chest, her eyes staring intently through her fingers.

"What a beautiful sound, young, vibrant, youthful, juicy, delicious."

Porifan seemed to be bewitched, perhaps relishing the sinful pleasure of drinking blood; her body trembled slowly like a heavy, aged machine.

"Get down!"

That roar was like a wolf howling.

Lyle reflexively lowered his body, his brain not quite keeping up, but with Shuishui’s help, he was already on the ground before the sound erupted.

Lyle had never seen Ralph’s Dragon’s Kiss Firearm in action.

But he felt it; a loud noise overhead followed by a heatwave scorching his back. His clothes were probably ignited, but compared to the impact of the explosion, that seemed trivial.

Did Old Barkin make a grenade launcher?