"There really was more to William's case. The mastermind was 'Blood of Decay.' They actually followed William all the way to Plymouth—like ghosts that refused to go away."
"Still, 'Blood of Decay' was quite cautious in how they operated. They actually hired the club to do it. Hmm... although Blood Robe Club has a complicated background, it should belong to the followers of 'Mother of Night.' They naturally have grounds for cooperation with 'Blood of Decay'..."
"By using people from the club, even if the matter were exposed, they could use its powerful network of connections to smooth everything over..."
"Blood of Decay's hunting party is a force specially tasked with seeking out Sothos's direct blood descendants. It is led by a Non-Human Existence and possesses formidable combat power..."
Even Blood of Decay only sought Sothos's direct bloodline. Collateral branches like those kingdom nobles, or descendants separated by who knew how many generations, were not within their target range.
"As for the direct bloodline, aside from Sean, there are really only two branches. Xia Ya's branch is nearly extinct, while most of Ginny's branch is concentrated within the Green Banyan Council..."
Aaron controlled William's body and returned to the rented room where he had found the Secret Lore last time, making him lie down on the bed.
Auclair, dressed in elaborate courtly noble attire, stepped out of William's body and sank into the wall.
"Quentin only ever contacted Raphael, but through Raphael, we should be able to find Lofman's whereabouts."
Lower City.
Outside a cheap bar.
The streetwalkers, striking seductive poses, leaned against the lamp posts with slender cigarettes between their lips.
Whenever pedestrians passed by, they would brave the cold and pull open their coats, exposing their lovely figures to the frigid wind and passersby's gaze, tossing them