Enzo had fought in the mountain forest until his bones were broken, his sinews torn, and his body covered in blood, yet inside No. 111 Victory Avenue, the atmosphere was unbearably awkward.
In the reception hall where silver likewise ruled everything, Yu Lian and Ailuo Si sat cozily side by side on a single-seat sofa, an adulterous pair who had nearly set off thunder and fire on the spot and gone at it wildly. Because of the box of magic pearls Yu Lian had presented earlier, Ailuo Si already regarded him as the precious flesh at the tip of her heart, willing to die for him if need be.
Arthur, meanwhile, suppressed the fury in his heart and smiled as he looked at Ais Te, who sat primly several meters away, hands on her knees and back ramrod straight. Expressionless, Ais Te wore an exquisite silver pendant between her brows. The teardrop-shaped pendant emitted faint magical fluctuations; it was this pendant that had frozen away most of Ais Te's magic.
This had been the intention of that silver crystal dragon from last night—the young boy. To prevent Ais Te from causing trouble in Berely that might harm the family's interests, not only had Ailuo Si stripped her of control over the mithril knights, she had even sealed away most of her magic. Ais Te, once at the peak of the Saint realm and capable of unleashing near-demigod destructive power with certain special magic devices, was now merely an ordinary little low-ranking mage.
Like a peacock flaunting its tail feathers, Arthur placed one exquisite jewelry case after another before Ais Te. These jewels were treasures Arthur had painstakingly collected over the years, each one worthy of being called priceless.
Over the years, Arthur had wielded a heavy fist. With the support