683. Gray's New Mission

Tap—tap—tap—

Footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the cell. Gray, seated on the stone bench, set down the book in his hands and turned his attention toward the door.

Back then, because the intelligence he had brought out of the Northern Territory had been wrong, the demon descendants had lost two extraordinarily promising clansmen in succession.

The blame could not be dumped entirely on Gray, but he truly could not escape responsibility either.

After Gray returned, the clan chief, Dean, threw him into a cell with a sentence of ten years.

For demon descendants with three-hundred-year lifespans, it could be said that this was not a particularly severe punishment.

And considering that the Blood Clan Prince Vesalius had lost his precious daughter and was still furious, perhaps he would set his sights on Gray once he came back. How much of this imprisonment was meant as protection—Gray himself was no longer sure.

At least, his prison conditions were not bad.

They had not chained him with sturdy, heavy Luo Stone shackles, nor had they made him go hungry or cold.

The jailer even occasionally brought him a couple of books to relieve his boredom.

Gray had also prepared himself to stay there honestly for ten years, but an accident occurred.

"Gray, you've been pardoned," the messenger outside the cell door said.

"Why?" Gray looked confused.

The demon descendant responsible for delivering the message was not in a hurry either, and roughly explained the current situation outside to Gray.

The rise of the Northern Territory, Eugene's dying words, the routed soldiers who had fled back—

"Those fellows in Fungal Fortress are very likely monitoring all outsiders through the Fungal Carpet, and they also have several Lord Rank powerhouses!"

"Looking at it now, the fact that you managed to escape alive both