"So kid, don't even think about our Mona, or you might get a sack over your head and thrown into the sea tonight," Zyra said with a half-smile.
Lancelot's heart skipped a beat; he had a feeling that this woman might actually be capable of such a thing.
Before Lancelot could respond, Zyra changed the subject, taking out her communicator and saying, "Mona's seclusion will last about two years. You can contact me if you need anything. Also, Mona has reserved 5,000 credits for you. Although she didn't say it explicitly, you should know that it's an investment."
"We might need your help in the future. Although I doubt you can grow to that level, but..." Zyra shrugged and sighed helplessly, "What can we do? Our Mona trusts you so much, it's tough."
After saying that, Zyra put the communicator away.
At the same time, Lancelot received two messages.
One of them was a remittance for 5,000 academic credits.
The other one was an invitation from a friend whose nickname was "King of Martial Arts".
Upon seeing this nickname, Lancelot grinned slightly, gaining a deeper understanding of the woman's personality.
King of Martial Arts...
That's quite a boast!
As Lancelot left the combat training room, his expression hardened slightly.
After Zyra's identity was revealed, he was basically certain that today's conflict with the Blood Clan boy was no accident.
This teacher Zyra, who claims to be in a relationship with Mona, is subtly conveying a message to Lancelot through her words and actions.
Blood Clan are the enemy!
She was intentionally leading herself into conflict with the Blood Clan, and she made no attempt to hide it.
"It seems that things won't be peaceful within this Alliance for long," Lancelot thought to himself.
The Fax People, also known as the Blood Clan, hold the financial reins of the Crimson Alliance and control Alliance economic lifeline.
On the human side, the government and the military are in control.
If these two sides were to actually break out into internal strife, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Let's take it one step at a time. Hopefully, I can protect myself before things get chaotic." Lancelot sighed. He just wanted to develop quietly, but he had no choice in the matter.
In a vast space hidden ten thousand meters underground, countless blood-red shadows roared and crisscrossed, filled with terrifying killing intent. A crimson tide formed a mighty river, swirling around a beautiful figure.
Mona floated in mid-air, her eyes tightly closed, her eyelids twitching slightly, and a trace of pain on her snowy cheeks. Complex, blood-red lines, like earthworms, slithered across the surface of her skin.
Beneath her clothes, on Mona's snow-white, smooth back, was a blooming Dark Rose.
This rose had twelve petals, but now only seven remain.
Furthermore, one of the pieces was still shaking and trembling, and could fall off at any moment.
On the high platform, Urta stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Mona, his pure black pupils revealing no emotion.
"Teacher, how is Mona?" Zyra over, looking worriedly at the woman floating in the Blood Sea.
Urta stroked his beard, not answering Zyra's question, but sighing and saying, "The Second Blood Ancestor's power has grown even stronger."
"What do you want to do?" Zyra's expression changed, and she stepped in front of Urta. "You old man, you're not thinking of killing Mona again, are you? Let me tell you, if you really do that, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life."
Urta raised his eyelids slightly, his squinty eyes seeming to open a little, yet also seeming to remain tightly closed, his beard hanging down like a whisk, almost dragging on the ground.
The old man said leisurely, "If I wanted to kill her, I would have done it long ago. Why wait until now? I went through all that trouble to rescue her, only to kill her?"
Besides, now is not the time to turn against the Blood Clan.
The Dawn Pope is stirring up trouble, the Sea Dragon Alliance is repeatedly violating our borders, and within our borders, forces such as the Revival Society and the Chosen Ones are causing chaos. Now, the Steel Refining Academy has even come up with some kind of God-Creation Project.
The Alliance can't withstand any major upheavals.
It's not just us humans; the Blood Clan feel the same way. They don't want the Alliance to split. Without the supply of trillions of people, the Blood Clan will decline in no time.
Urta, unlike his usual taciturn self, became like a doting father in front of his most beloved apprentice, talking incessantly.
After discussing the Alliance's situation, Urta changed the subject, reprimanding, "You acted rashly today. That kid is good; there's no need for these petty tricks. Sincerity will suffice."
"Either use the strongest measures to control it, or be completely devoted. Don't act haphazardly or indiscriminately. Such indecisiveness is the worst thing you can do. Mona did this very well."
Upon hearing this, Zyra opened her mouth, but said nothing. She simply leaned against the railing in silence, staring intently at Mona.
Seeing this, Urta shook his head and said nothing more. He turned around, tapped his right index finger, and a miniature Black Hole with a diameter of three meters appeared. The old man stepped into it, and the Black Hole disappeared.
"Damn it, damn it, that wretched Lancelot, and that bitch, I'll kill them!" In the luxurious room, Peidasi roared, smashing the items inside. Several bunny-eared maids knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to make a sound.
They were merely Peidasi's slaves, essentially objects, whom he could kill at any time without consequence.
Although the Crimson Alliance claims to be a democratic nation, it's important to understand that Alliance democracy is limited to ordinary humans, Blood Clan, and citizens of powerful factions.
This absolutely does not include weak creatures like the Rabbit-Eared Tribe.
It's important to know that the Alliance's slave trade was legal.
"No, I can't swallow this. Huaxi and the other two are definitely laughing at me. I have to fight back, I have to fight back!!" Peidasi muttered to himself, took out his communicator, and dialed a number.
"Young Master, what are your orders?" A respectful male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Investigate Lancelot and that teacher Zyra for me."
"Yes, young master."
Five minutes later.
"Young Master, Lancelot... the teacher you mentioned, Zyra, we couldn't find her. Her identity information is highly confidential; she's probably someone important. You'll need to personally apply for authorization from the family head."
"Okay, I understand." Peidasi hung up the phone, his expression softening considerably. He scoffed, "A credit dealer? Just as expected of someone from a poor background. A top student in the Joint Entrance Examination, reduced to a credit dealer—how disgraceful!"
"But this teacher Zyra..." Peidasi's expression turned serious. After thinking for a moment, he decided to deal with Lancelot first.
So, this scion of the Morgan Family dialed the phone again.
At night, after having dinner, Lancelot stepped onto the floating platform and headed north towards the academy.
Just now, he spent 390 credits to buy the [Life Drain] bloodline potion.
At this point, three of the five major bloodline potions remain.
With over four thousand credits in hand, Lancelot felt confident once again. Tonight, he planned to head to the secluded training ground to experience the Domain of Spirit Thought, so he could formulate a more detailed training plan for the future.