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The Contract Scroll, valued at 500 Energy Points, allows for the establishment of a master-servant contract with humans and animals.
The moment Shasha saw the scroll, an idea formed in her mind. However, Gottano, the current Blood Clan Lord, was likely to go mad over this; after all, the loss of a Pureblood vampire was something he could not afford.
But as the saying goes, "A dead friend is better than a poor one." Shasha felt no pity for these creatures.
With this thought in mind, Shasha devised a plan for Frank and her mood lifted. She sent a text to Felicia, informing her that she had uncovered the truth behind the matter, followed by a phone call.
"Did you really find out the cause of my father's death?"
Hearing Felicia's excited voice on the other end, Shasha replied, "Yes, I did."
As Shasha recounted what she had discovered, Felicia's voice gradually turned cold, trembling slightly as she spoke. "So that's how it is. I always found it strange; my father was healthy but suddenly fell ill. Now it makes sense."
Listening to Felicia's gritted teeth voice, Shasha feared she might do something reckless and quickly said, "I know you want to take revenge on Warden, but you need to think this through. With your skills, going after him would be like walking into a death trap. Moreover, the enemy is lurking in the shadows; they probably already know someone is investigating the deaths of the prisoners."
"Are we just supposed to watch them get away with it? Do you know what it's like to be unable to avenge someone? It's not your father who died!" Felicia lost her composure. After all, she lacked deep experience and was bound by familial ties; all that remained in her heart was hatred for the murderer and his accomplices.
"Calm down! Listen to me. The more we are in this situation, the more we must endure. Do you really want to walk into their trap while seeking revenge? If that happens, not only will you fail to avenge your father, but you might also lose yourself!" Shasha understood Felicia's feelings but wanted to protect her from danger. The previous actions had likely alerted their enemies; even returning to eliminate Warden would be a difficult task.
"Are we just going to do nothing?" Felicia's voice choked with emotion; it was hard for her to accept doing nothing. She loved her father dearly; he had raised her himself. Even now, she couldn't believe that her father was gone and didn't want to live with guilt.
Shasha sighed. "Listen, Felicia. I'll handle this matter. If I need your help, I will let you know. Right now, what you need to do is wait quietly for my news."
Felicia remained silent for a long time as her agitation gradually subsided. She knew that Shasha's approach was the most prudent one; she could endure. After coming to terms with it, she replied in a voice devoid of emotion, "Do it your way."
The phone call ended, and Shasha sighed again. After all, a girl is still a girl. Felicia was barely zero years old, inexperienced and impulsive, often failing to think calmly in difficult situations. Fortunately, she was smart and capable of rational thought. However, he still had some doubts; he feared that Felicia was merely agreeing on the surface.
Forget it; there was no need to dwell on it for now. If she really did something reckless, it would be her own fault. At worst, he could rescue her later, and by then she would understand the meaning of learning from mistakes.
That night, Shasha settled Frank into a hotel while he chose to return home.
Not long after arriving home, someone rang the doorbell. When he opened the door, a delivery person stood there with three large boxes at their feet.
"Hello, are you Mr. Samar?"
"Yes, that's me."
"This is your delivery; please sign here."
Although he had no idea who sent it, Shasha chose to sign for the package.
As the delivery person left, Shasha moved the boxes inside and quickly began to unpack them without hesitation. When he revealed the contents, his initial joy turned into worry.
These were the famous paintings and jewelry that Felicia had stolen. As long as they were returned, reputation would not be an issue. But what did it mean for Felicia to choose to return them at this moment?
To Shasha, it felt more like an inheritance.
Unable to contain himself, he dialed Felicia's number. Strangely enough, the call connected.
"Hello? Did you receive everything?" Felicia's calm voice came through the line.
Shasha let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the words. "So, you're okay now?"
"Of course I'm fine. I'm just about to go have dinner. Do you want to join me?" Felicia asked with a smile.
Shasha declined, "No thanks, it's better if we don't meet. Let's keep some mystery."
"Don't regret it later! This is the first time I've actively invited a man," Felicia teased.
"There will be other opportunities," Shasha replied with a smile before hanging up the phone, satisfied that Felicia was safe and sound.
After ending the call, Felicia tightened her coat around her. She stood at the edge of the red earth and desert, gazing at the building that loomed in the center of the sands. The beams of light from the searchlights swept across the horizon, reflecting the coldness on her face.
"Father, I will make those damned guys pay!"
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