"Don't be nervous, Mr. Yarahan is not here."

Rusfan looked at Roger with his red eyes.

"To meet you, we made a little harmless joke with this lovely lady. I don't think you would care?"

Rusfan said slowly, but Roger frowned. To be honest, Rusfan's polite attitude really made Roger very disgusted.

"hey-hey."

William, who was standing beside him, rubbed his broad palms, "I like this lady very much."

Roger turned his head slightly and his eyes stayed between the other person's neck for a moment.

A faint tingling pain came, and William frowned, "Boy, you'd better be good..."

"Mr. Roger, I think you don't mind inviting us in and talk."

Rusfan interrupted.

"Come with me."

To be honest, he was also a little curious about the attitude of the two. According to Yarahan's hatred for him, if he knew his exact location, he would definitely arrive as soon as possible.

Rusfan looked at William fiercely, and the latter looked away indifferently.

The two of them fell behind and stepped into the gate of the manor. Rusfan glanced at the rising sun with some disgust.

He untied the thin rope tied to his neck, and the black cloak slowly slid down. After landing, it strangely penetrated into the soil and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, in places where everyone cannot see, an invisible barrier rises, isolating this place into a separate area.

Opening the door, Roger led the two into the manor hall. The exquisite design and artistic hall made Rusfan praise him.

Roger handed Gewei a wink, who nodded, left the hall and walked towards the second floor.

"Where is she going?" William suddenly spoke.

“When we welcome guests, don’t you need someone to provide us with something to drink?”

His slightly aggressive gaze swept across Gewei, the girl's face turned slightly pale, and the malice in William's eyes made her uncomfortable.

"Do you want to die?"

Roger suddenly spoke, and an unconcealed murderous intent burst out in his eyes, locking William firmly.

"What did you say?!"

William slapped the table in front of him with a punch, his muscles bulged, and something strange seemed to be wandering wildly under his skin.

"Look at your dog, don't let him bark."

Roger refused to give in. The strange attitude of the two made him vaguely guess something. More importantly, William's approach was equivalent to humiliating Gewei in front of him.

He was willing to sit down and talk to the two guys from the Three Holy Spirits, not because he planned to let each other go, but because he wanted to get more news about Yarahan from the two.

Only those who have truly faced Yarahan knows the madness and strength of that guy. Roger will never take Yarahan lightly because he has taken advantage of it for a while.

The last time was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"I'm going to kill you!" William roared angrily and tried to pounce. Roger took a step back and gently placed his fingertips on the Curse Sword!

Both are in the third level, and the gap between them is also huge. Roger alone has the confidence to kill this William.

"Enough!"

Rusfan's pale palm suddenly became alienated and pressed William's shoulder tightly.

He stared into William's eyes, "Don't forget the purpose of our coming here!"

Rusfan's left hand was amazingly powerful. Even with William's physical fitness, he could not break free in an instant.

"This kind of aura..." Roger's eyes flashed. At that moment, he seemed to have captured an extremely familiar aura from Rusfan.

William was gasping heavily, but in Rusfan's unyielding gaze, he gradually calmed down. He stared at Roger tightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost gushed out.

"We all need to calm down, don't we?"

The stubborn elegance on Rusfan's face disappeared, and his palm returned to normal. He stepped forward between Roger and William.

“We can make a deal.”

"We think you have never seen you before, but in return, I want to take away something from you."

"What?"

laugh!

Rusfan's right hand became as sharp as a dagger, and directly cut a long and narrow wound on his left arm.

What's strange is that no drop of blood seeps out of the wound. Wrapped with dark red muscles, a jade-like white bone emits a faint light.

"I need the lower half of this bone, that thing is in your hands, right?"

Without the muscle wrapping, the aura contained in the bones was completely exposed. Roger knew that this was another bone section belonging to Anna's left arm.

"This thing is not precious, I got it by chance. It is also very cost-effective to use it in exchange for your own safety."

Roger looked at the half of the bones on Rusfan's body.

"Can you tell me what this is?"

Rusfan smiled, "This thing doesn't do much to you, it's not a secret."

"This is part of the advanced vampire!"

"This even contains strange vitality, which makes people wonder if the chance of life in the bones is gradually growing, and it may even fully recover one day."

"There has always been a rumor in the world of the blood clan that only higher-level blood clans can kill it, otherwise even if he is crushed and ashes, he will be resurrected when the dark energy surges."

"So the bones of the higher-level blood clan are even rarer than dragons in a sense."

"Death will not leave them with dead bones, only the seal will."

"For the high-level blood clan, death is actually a kind of relief, and seal is the eternal torture."

"I have been searching in Bordeaux for many years, but I have not found another part of this bone. As long as I hand it over to me, you will be free!"

Rusfan said with a sincere face.

After hearing his words, Roger seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Although he quickly covered up the slight movement, he was still caught by Rusfan on the opposite side.

"Is that all?" Roger asked.

"That's it." Rusfan nodded.

"No, you must have other purposes." Roger suddenly shook his head.

"I took Yarahan's..." Realizing that he had said something inadvertently, Roger's face turned gloomy.

In Rusfan's surprise gaze, he continued: "I took his things and he would not let me go. Instead of doing this, it's better to kill the death of the fish and you will get nothing!"

Roger looked fierce.

"Don't be impulsive, my friend."

Rusfan's face was filled with smiles.

"Please believe me, there is no conflict between us, and in a sense, Yarahan is our common enemy."

"Oh?" Roger raised his eyebrows, "Do you think I will believe you?"

"Thorn!"

Rusfan suddenly pulled open his clothes, and in the center of his chest, a slightly raised tumor beating like a heart.

"This is what he planted in our bodies. We seem to be the founders of the Three Holy Spirits, but in fact they are just pets in his captivity!"

"So many years of enslavement made me want to kill him, but because we can't resist this thing, you don't have to worry."

Rusfan suppressed the greed in his eyes.

"No matter what you get from him, I don't want to know."

"Talk me the remaining half of the bones and you can leave."
Chapter completed!