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Chapter 863
“For safety reasons, it’s better to let her wear it. Don’t allow problems to occur just because of a
woman,” The Swordsman advised.
Duncan looked at Mireille helplessly as she immediately hung the talisman around her neck. Instantly,
her eyes went from white to black, and the sweet smile on her face gradually stiffened. She stood
next to Duncan like a lifeless shell.
Peter chuckled. “Duncan, you don’t need to worry. You can remove the talisman once we kill Nash.
Now, you can ask her any questions and she will reply with the truth!”
Duncan sighed and smiled bitterly before turning to Mireille and asking, “Do you like me?”
Mireille nodded gently. “A bit…”
A smile lit Duncan’s face while at the same time, his eyes filled with
guilt. “Did you come for the Eight-Part Scepter?” he asked again
Mireille shook her head. “No, I just happened to pass by the D
Villa and wanted to find someone to chat with to pass the time.
Duncan finally relaxed. He looked at Peter and said, “I’ll take of talisman now. I love her, and I don’t
want her to become a soull
shell!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPeter narrowed his eyes. “Wait until we kill Nash, then you can take i
off.”
Even Boris chimed in, “He’s right, Duncan. She’s your woman. Peter
wouldn’t hurt her.”
Duncan sighed helplessly. For so long, his godfathers had obeyed him without question. He realized he
should not defy their wishes.
Peter walked to the coffee table, took out the Eight-Part Scepter from the drawer, and handed it to
Duncan. “Take this scepter for self- defense. You can only unleash one-tenth of its power since you
don’t fully grasp its usage. However, it’s enough to deal with martial artists
in the Profound Reality Realm!”
The scepter’s instructions were in Paganish. Even after studying for several hours, he did not
completely understand it.
Duncan took the package, his demeanor once again composed. “Let’s
go!”
Peter and the others stood up and walked out. Duncan held Mireille’s
cold hand and softly said, “Mireille, I’m sorry. As soon as Nash is
dead, I’ll remove the talisman.”
Mireille nodded mechanically. On the surface, it did not look like anything was wrong. However, she
was sneering on the inside. powerful individuals were not very smart for revealing the funct
the talisman.
The protective talisman Master Eric gave her had worked. Before coming to the Duerson family,
Angelica had informed her about powerful and sinister Path taker who had joined the Duerson famil
Later, Atlas insisted that she carry the talisman with her.
To prevent the Path taker from discovering the talisman, she wrapped it in a type of digestible herbal
paste and then swallowed it. It was perhaps due to the talisman in her stomach that it could not
completely counteract the effects of the hypnotic talisman. She now
felt an overall chill run through her body as her memories turned hazy.
Outside the Duerson Villa, rows of black cars were parked. When the head of the security team saw
three Rolls-Royce pull out, he
immediately spoke into his earpiece, “We can depart now!”
Leading the way were over 30 black cars, followed by three Rolls-
Royces, and behind them, another thirty-plus cars. Finally, a small
cargo truck brought up the rear, carrying a well-crafted sandalwood
coffin.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDuncan, Boris, and Mireille were in the same car. Duncan held Mireille
in his arms, using his warmth to keep her body temperature up.
Meanwhile, Mireille pondered how to get hold of the Eight-Part Scepter and escape from Duncan’s
control.
“Duncan, you must keep a close eye on the Eight-Part Scepter. Don’t
let it fall to Nash or his group!”
In the end, their greatest trump card was the ghoul overlord while the Eight-Part Scepter could counter
the ghoul overlord. If it fell into their hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“Don’t worry, Godfather. I’ve recruited enough warriors during this time. I’ve also grasped how to use
the Eight-Part Scepter somewhat. As long as they’re not Mystique Loyalty Realm experts, no one will
be able to take the scepter.”
Duncan took out a silk scarf from his pocket that was covered in
Paganish writing and said with a smile, “There are still some parts left that I haven’t committed to
memory. Once I fully remember them, I’ll
burn it!”
A glimmer of clarity flashed in the depths of Mireille’s pitch-black
eyes. Her eyeballs slowly moved downward as she joined the man in reading the Paganish script on
the silk scarf.
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