"The Vein Holder, a position of great honor. Within this pulse, your status is equivalent to your position at Demarco Mount, or the King of The North Sea at the royal court. Would you let your subordinates drink your blood, or spend every day in a dim, freezing cellar, living an inhuman life?"
Elwood Thorneycroft raised his eyebrows, his voice tinged with pride: "Would you? Would you?"
"Whose blood bag is it?"
Julius Reed had no interest in bickering with Elwood Thorneycroft.
He finally had the chance to learn the truth.
Naturally, he wouldn't miss any details.
Previously, whether it was Devlin or Granny Xihua, he had no opportunity to capture them.
"How did you gain entry to the Bead Pulse? As far as I know, you and your foster father Fabian Percival were merely pawns of Devlin. Logically speaking, you may not even have the chance to enter Thunderpeak Hall, yet you have had contact with the Bead?"
He couldn't help but doubt.
