Salute To The General

No sooner had the words been spoken than footsteps rang out from outside the door, followed closely by the report of a subordinate. "Mr. Max, a man claiming to be sent by Earl Markell says he has something important to deliver to you in person."

Max's eyes lit up. "Let him in!"

Very quickly, Dynan appeared before Max.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Max!"

Max looked at Dynan in front of him, furrowing his brows as he asked, "Were you of mixed race before?"

Dynan truthfully said, "Yes, before I became a vampire, my mother was Ariarican, and my father was Eurasian. I have a mixed heritage." Eurasian?

A hint of wariness flashed in Max's eyes in an instant.

Dynan seemed oblivious to Max's wary gaze. Instead, he pulled out an exquisite crystal bottle from his chest, which contained a vial of blue liquid.

He solemnly said, "Mr. Max, this is from Mr. Markell. He ordered me to bring this to you personally. Only then would my mission be considered complete."

When Max saw the exquisite bottle and the brilliant blue liquid it contained, his eyes widened instantly. His face was filled with irrepressible ecstasy, and his entire being became animated with excitement.

Is it Medille's blood?

Oh my goodness!

Markell had done it. He had actually managed to obtain Medille's fresh blood from Snowcrest Sanctum.

With this in hand, it won't be a problem for my strength to be increased several notches!

He hastily snatched the blue bottle from Dynan's hand. Under the lamplight, he examined it with fervor, his expression one of rapture. It was as if he could already see himself becoming incredibly powerful, seeing himself defeating Nathan and trampling him underfoot, and as if he could see himself ruling the world.noveldrama

Visions of the future, scene after scene, continuously flashed through his mind.

He was as exhilarated as if he had consumed several jugs of strong liquor, his face flushed with excitement.

At that moment, Dynan looked at Max without any hint of emotion, seizing the opportunity to excuse himself. "Mr. Max, I have completed my task. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

At that moment, how could Max still be bothered about Dynan's presence?

His gaze never left the blue bottle in his hand as he nonchalantly said, "Mmhm, you may go now. Remember to keep tonight's events a secret. Later, I will have Markell reward you handsomely." Dynan said, "Thank you, Mr. Max!"

After that, he turned around and left.

After Dynan left, Symon, who worked for Max, came in from outside.

"Mr. Max..."

When Max heard him, his excited expression instantly faded. With a poker face, he put away the blue bottle in his hand and turned to glare at Symon, displeased. "What's the rush? Where are your manners?" Symon quickly bowed his head in apology.

Max scoffed. "Speak up. What on earth happened this time?"

Symon replied, "Two things. Firstly, Snowcrest Sanctum was ambushed by a mysterious group, and it was said that the losses were significant."

Max asked calmly, "What about the other matter?"

Symon smiled. "Didn't you ask me to

investigate the situation at the sanctum? I have learned some confidential news. It was said that God King was ambushed on Mount Snowcrest. Upon returning to the sanctum, he urgently summoned military and royal physicians for emergency treatment. It was said that God King was gravely injured. A group of military and royal physicians worked together, tirelessly trying to save him for two hours. Only then was God King's condition stabilized..."

Max was taken aback!

Immediately, he revealed an expression of sudden realization. "I knew it. How could he possibly be unharmed? It turns out he was just pretending. The Four Emperors were truly too timid. If they had dared to stand their ground, they might have had a chance to take down Nathan tonight!"

After Max finished speaking, he noticed Symon, who was standing nearby with a sly grin. Annoyed, he waved his hand dismissively. "All right. I've got it. You can leave now!" "Noted!"

Symon stepped back.

Max pulled out the blue bottle from

his chest once again, sneering, "The Four Emperors have fled, and Nathan is on his last breath. I have obtained Medille's blood. My power is about to surge tremendously. Hahaha, it seems that in this Divine Realm, I am destined to be the ultimate victor!"