Abel is very satisfied with his performance.

He has always held a view.

That is, in order to become the final winner, no matter how despicable the previous methods were, how many mistakes were made, or how many times you bowed before the enemy, these are just the necessary price.

As long as you can win, you can do anything.

And he has only one victory, to defeat the other apprentices, inherit the bloodline of the Pure White Knight, and then use his father's wealth to become a powerful man who can shake the world.

In the face of interests, there are no absolute enemies and friends. This is how it should be.

Wright had the chance to be his friend, but he chose the wrong partner.

"I made a mistake. I thought I had caught Enid and Wright, but I didn't expect that he would be appointed as the advisor of the Knights."

In the eyes of Abel today, Wright is already his enemy. If the previous countermeasure was to make up for it, the current countermeasure is to destroy it.

Wright is already a member of Enid. It is obvious that this pure white knight's niece has been coveting the knight's inheritance for a long time. This time Wright and the pure white knight came into contact with each other because of the handiwork of the chief judge.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. Those guys probably couldn't imagine that Enid, who seemed to be the least threatening, was their biggest competitor.

Abel doesn't think he can give him a richer reward than the Lord Chancellor, considering that his father didn't provide him with a penny.

Since the two sides were completely on opposite sides, he had to find a way to defeat Enid and her supporters.

Thinking of this, Abel smiled unconsciously, because he already had a perfect plan.

Since the relationship between the justice's daughter and her mother is so bad, like a fragile child, then let yourself destroy her remaining strength.

Presumably after despair, Enid, who was on the verge of being broken, was also very beautiful.

As for Wright, he also has good ideas.

Huh, this businessman seems to be too naive to bring his important family members to Foss.

Top of the tower.

George stood by the window. Looking down, the countless tall buildings looked like densely packed small squares. On the other side of the city, pedestrians were hurriedly passing by near the majestic and huge church, where engineers and workers gathered.

Enid opened the door and came in.

"How about it." George closed the curtains.

Enid replied with a normal expression:

"Anyway, this isn't the first time I've had blood drawn, and the amount this time was not as good as usual."

George turned around, the corners of his clothes fluttering in the wind, a silvery-white gauntlet with sharp spikes stretched out on his arms, and a deep blue light emitted from his pupils.

"Use your talent. What kind of person is he?"

The only person who knew about the white dragon's blood in Enid's body, apart from members of their family, was George.

Including Hewen and herself, only four people knew about it.

Enid replied calmly:

"I couldn't figure out what his purpose was because his emotions were so strong that my tears couldn't stop falling just by touching him lightly."

George asked:

"What kind of emotions?"

"Sadness and pain."

"Grieving for some of the people he's going to kill?"

The girl with the silver helmet had a melancholy on her face that was not for her age:

"No, it's for someone who was once very important to him, someone he lost."

George tilted his head slightly:

"So what kind of person do you think he is?"

Enid did not answer directly, but guessed:

"I don't know, but I think someone who would grieve so much for others can't be too bad."

George disagrees:

"Bad people also have feelings, and humans are complex creatures."

Enid said:

"Anyway, I still have a lot of time. I can slowly get to know him, but I still prefer to believe that he is not a heinous person."

George did not refute the girl's words. He knew very well that he should not be reasonable with girls of this age.

The pure white knight took off the ferocious dragon-headed gauntlet on his hand, and it instantly turned into a small and exquisite silver ring.

George touched the bracelet, feeling the coldness gushing out of his body, and his tone was full of sighs:

"This is a gift given to me by a close friend of mine. It's called Fallen Wings. Its function is also very simple. It is to hide and suppress the dragon blood in me."

George glanced at Enid:

"If it is used on you, it will not only completely cover your dragon blood aura, but it can even isolate your abilities and make you act like an ordinary person."

The girl was startled for a moment, then smiled nonchalantly:

"If it were given to me as a child, I might be able to change a lot, but now it's too late. I have nothing left except this blood."

The blue light in George's pupils has spread to the entire eye:

"This is not the key. The reason I gave it to you is so that you can disguise it smoothly. After all, the breath of dragon blood is too obvious."

The girl is a little strange:

"Why should I pretend?"

"Maybe there will be a war soon. If that day comes, I hope you can leave here as soon as possible and go back to Wharton to find your mother."

The girl looked a little stubborn:

"I can fight too."

"No, I'm afraid that you will become a prop used by the enemy to threaten me."

Enid showed no emotion at all:

"When that day comes, you don't have to care about my life."

George said in a deep voice:

"Well, I definitely will. I just don't want to be resented by your mother, so just leave and don't cause me any trouble."

The girl bit her lip:

"Can't I even choose whether to live or die?"

George smiled sarcastically, and the light in his eyes seemed to burst out of his eyes:

"Even I can't choose, even the king can't choose, so why should you choose."

Scales were vaguely exposed on George's neck, and he said impatiently:

"After you leave, tell them not to disturb me, I need to adjust my condition.

"Also, if you are in danger, you can try to hold down the bracelet and silently recite the name of my best friend in your heart. If you are lucky, he may be nearby."

Enid wondered:

"Who is your best friend?"

George looked reminiscing:

"That is the third smartest person I have ever seen, only after my king and that liar.

"The hell spider that swallows monsters, the transgressor, the outlier, the slandered, the noble victim, one of the thirteen legendary demon hunters.

"He personally killed the traitor among the demon hunters at the cost of disappearing. The traitor was once called the 'Holy Demon Hunter'. Now he appears in the history books as the famous former 'Lord of Demons'. He is

The world needs heroes who will always be remembered."
Chapter completed!