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"Interesting."
Mokfan glanced deeply at Garen before passing by him, his broad cape billowing and trailing a heavy scent of blood.
With a clang, the front door of the living room closed automatically, and the sound of boots echoed down the corridor, gradually fading away.
Only when he was sure Mokfan had walked far enough did Garen let out a sigh of relief. The man's strength was unfathomable, and every movement exuded an air of lethal intent. Not to mention how astonishing his power was, Garen's current weakened state made it difficult for him to fight back.
"For over thirty years, you're the first to dare show hostility in front of him. Quite interesting," came Su Ye's lazy voice, laced with deep fatigue.
Garen cast a puzzled glance at her.
"I never asked him for help," Su Ye replied coldly with a snort. "He was my mother's old lover."
Given the current dynamics of the Thirteen Clans, rashly aiding Su Ye would only make one a target for all the major clans. Moreover, Su Ye was not the type to be grateful; however, this explained why Lucifer chose to assist Garen. Most importantly, with Mokfan's status, he had no need to worry about other clans—no one dared oppose him.
Of course, none of this concerned Garen.
"What happened?" Garen stepped forward and retrieved a medical kit from the corner, pulling out bandages and various medications.
Su Ye's injuries were severe but not life-threatening; in fact, calling a healing mage would suffice. However, in his current state, Garen was not inclined to trust anyone easily. He examined Su Ye's wounds closely, using tweezers to extract shards of weaponry embedded in her flesh before applying medication.
This method of treatment was extremely painful, yet Su Ye seemed unfazed.
She squinted her eyes. "Someone has died."
"Who?" Garen was curious about the person that Su Ye would mention specifically.
"Chilisen Asamait."
Garen paused, unable to anticipate this truth. Just yesterday at the banquet, Chilisen had displayed an air of confidence, receiving respect from representatives of various clans. Moreover, the Asamait Clan ranked third among the bloodlines; how could its leader be so easily killed?
Could it be Mok Van Der?
"I didn't say he was murdered," Su Ye said, looking into Garen's eyes. Before Garen could respond, she shrugged and added, "Alright, he was murdered."
Garen frowned. "Is this amusing to you?"
"Not really. I'm just trying to distract myself; to be honest, the bandages you wrapped around me are quite painful," Su Ye replied with a pout, her expression gradually turning serious. "In fact, the identity of the killer surprised me as well."
Garen's confusion deepened.
If that were the case, then it couldn't have been Mok Van Der who killed Chilisen.
"There are two known suspects. Heinu Bile and Gargoyle," Su Ye finally revealed the answer.
Rogerett and Kachin?
The truth left Garen astonished. It was known that both the Black Nupier Clan and the Gargoyle Clan had grievances with the Solomon Clan; after all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Yet, Rogerett and Kachin not only failed to curry favor with Chilisen but even went so far as to attempt murder?
It was unbelievable!
After a moment of silence, Garen frowned and said, "With just those two clans, they shouldn't be able to kill Asamait's master."
Anyone who could become a Blood Lord surely had many means of self-preservation; how could they be easily killed?
"If it were just those two useless clans, of course, it wouldn't be possible. That's why they initially failed," Su Ye said calmly. "Chilisen died after those two left."
"The one who truly killed him was Scarlet Moon."
The killer was Scarlet Moon?
"Isn't she Chilisen's attendant?" Garen asked in confusion. Although he had seen too many stories of trusted subordinates betraying their masters, from a standpoint of benefit, killing Chilisen would bring no advantage to Scarlet Moon.
Moreover, a warrior like Scarlet Moon would never act impulsively. This made Chilisen's death all the more suspicious.
"Yes, she is an attendant," Su Ye slowly looked at Garen. "But above her master, there are many significant figures."
"So..." Garen paused for a moment before frowning again. "Is it Somaroth?"
Given Somaroth's status, he indeed had the power to decide the fate of clan leaders within the Unique bloodline. Only he could make those clan attendants obedient.
However, regardless of the circumstances, the news of the Blood Clan leader killing the master of the Asamait Clan would undoubtedly cause a great stir among the Blood Clan.
Su Ye sighed, "Yeah, who else could it be besides that old guy?"
"What’s the reason?" Garen still found it hard to believe.
Su Ye didn’t rush to answer; instead, she squinted and smiled, "You seem quite concerned about this matter?"
"Until I return, everything happening here could potentially affect you, which means it affects me too," Garen said, pinching his brow.
Given Su Ye's position in the Blood Clan, even the smallest matters could be thrown onto her shoulders. Garen had to think carefully.
"The reason is likely for the Blood Frenzy Potion. Somaroth has been searching for this potion for almost four years," Su Ye scoffed. "Initially, Chilisen told Somaroth that it had already been completely destroyed. Since he was unwilling to share it voluntarily, Somaroth had no choice but to resort to murder and theft."
This indeed provided a plausible explanation. However, one must also consider human nature in this context.
According to Garen's speculation, perhaps when Chilisen decided to have Su Ye use the Blood Frenzy Potion, he had already prepared to hand over the remaining potion to the Revernon Clan. It was just that during the banquet, when the potion was administered into Garen's body, a series of events unfolded that caused his original plan to be shelved.
But the real key was that Chilisen never anticipated how decisive Somaroth would be—or rather, how desperate he was for the potion. Somaroth had no intention of negotiating with Chilisen; the moment he set his sights on the Blood Frenzy Potion, he began preparing to take control of the Asamait Clan.
Eliminating the master of Asamait was merely the first step in that control.
"I’ve used that potion before; it hasn’t reached such extremes," Garen said, stroking his chin. He had personally experienced the effects of the Blood Frenzy Potion. While it could indeed unleash a person's potential, it still paled in comparison to the life of a clan leader.
How could someone like Somaroth, who is skilled in calculations and understands the pros and cons of the entire vampire clan, kill Chilisen over just a few vials of potion?
"He doesn't need it, but that doesn't mean others don't," Su Ye said, casting a deep glance at Garen. "It seems your understanding of the vampire clan is still far from sufficient."
"Do you need me to protect you in the coming days?" Garen asked as he stood up.
"With Chilisen dead, the others are busy dividing his inheritance. It's not my turn yet."
Garen nodded and then turned to leave the living room.
As for the matter of the Blood Frenzy Potion, that was where it ended.
Both Garen and Su Ye knew that continuing the discussion would be pointless.
When an issue reaches such a high level, doing anything without sufficient strength is futile.
Given Somaroth's position within the vampire clan, there was only one person who could command him at will.
That was the foundation of the Revernon Clan.
The Seventh Ancestor.
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