Velin looked at the white-haired old man who had turned to ashes, pondering for a moment, and decided to restore some honor for him.
Had the other party not offered that treasure, it would have been impossible for him to travel to that spacetime dimensional projection space to see the Kraismel Crown, thereby sparing thirty years of arduous cultivation.
Of course, as long as he worked hard at his cultivation, ten years would have been enough to complete this process.
"Count Violetta."
A voice suddenly rang out in his ear. Count Violetta turned his head to look, and seeing that it was the God-Bestowed Count calling him, he parted the crowd and walked toward the base of the city wall.
Arriving before Velin, Count Violetta saluted and said, "My lord, what are your orders?"
"Your father fought with a Soul Intent rank Famine Cult chief priest, slaying him at the cost of consuming his own lifespan."
"Therefore, his passing is glorious."
Hearing this, Count Violetta instantly understood that the God-Bestowed Count was rebuilding a new spiritual belief figure for their family.
As the only surviving insider of the Violetta Family, he knew what kind of person his father was.
At this, an indescribable wave of gratitude welled up within Count Violetta's heart. Were it not still the period of the family assembly, he would have knelt down to thank the other party.
"Go, declare it to your clansmen."
"I hope that in the future, under your leadership, the Violetta Family will not walk down the wrong path."
"Thank you, Lord God-Bestowed Count."
Count Violetta solemnly executed a salute, then stepped back a few paces, turned, and came beneath the bronze statue. Standing at the spot where his father had dissipated, he looked down at the expectant faces below and proclaimed