Black's mind raced.
But the most important thing now was... how should he answer the Black Family Head's question?
If he answered "human supplies," the Black Family would probably realize at once that he was lying.
Not only would he lose his life, but the Black Family Head would also realize that the missing item was in his hands.
And if he answered "the Monster Statue"... he would be walking straight into a trap.
The question was a trap.
A colossal one.
"Where is the thing missing from the Blood Demon Palace? I'm surprised you're interested in that question, Family Head... But I'm sorry, I can't answer it. As a Blood Demon Guard, it's my duty to keep every secret of the Blood Demon Palace. You wouldn't want to see my head roll, would you?"
Faced with the trap before him, Black chose... to go around it.
He simply refused to answer.
The Black Family Head could only give a helpless, bitter smile.
And Black missed out on a Divine Core.
"Very well. The fifth question... my dear son, after killing my lover and illegitimate children, how do you plan to deal with me?"
There it was—another earth-shattering question.
Laila and Andre both tensed up again.
They could clearly feel that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Black, however, smiled faintly.
"How would you like me to treat you, Family Head?"
"Naturally, I hope my dear son will regard me as his great father, and that he will become my most beloved and most dutiful son."
"If that's your wish..."
Black rose, picked up the teapot, and refilled the cup in front of the Black Family Head.
Then he presented the cup to him with both hands.
"Please have some tea."
He looked every bit the obedient, dutiful son.
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