Chapter 251


    "Father! Father!" Felir burst into Lawren''s study in a panic.


    "Knock before entering, how many times must I teach you!" Within the study, Lawren was


    discussing the pressing issue at hand with Lanard - how to smooth over the current crisis and avoid


    the scrutiny of the Cobalt Strike. The city was abuzz with talk of the strange phenomena that had


    urred the previous night, and the more they tried to silence the rumors, the louder they grew. It


    seemed as if someone was fanning the mes, deliberately spreading tales. They lived in fear every


    day, dreading an inquiry from the Cobalt Strike.


    "Father, Grandfather, the Cobalt Strike have sent someone!" Felir gasped for breath, having run all


    the way back in haste.


    "What? So soon?"


    "Where are they now!"


    Both Lawren and Lanard shot up from their seats, asking in unison.


    "They''ve already entered the city gates. Father, what do we do?" Felir was both anxious and


    panicked.


    "The Cobalt Strike may just be investigating. We stick to our story that we know nothing."


    "Father, it might not work this time. The one who came is... is..."


    "Who is it?"


    Suddenly, a voice called from outside. "Lanard, Lawren,e out and greet me!"


    The color drained from the faces of the two men in the study. That voice... that voice was... was it


    the Grand Elder?


    Felir turned pale, his voice barely above a whisper. "The Grand Elder himself hase!"


    Lanard and Lawren could no longer keep theirposure. They exchanged a look, then clenched


    their jaws and hurried to the door, forcing smiles as they greeted their guest, "Grand Elder, to what


    do we owe the pleasure of your personal visit? A warning would have allowed us to meet you


    outside the city walls."


    "Do you really have the leisure to meet me outside the city?" The Grand Elder was tall and thin, with


    a noble and subdued elegance, yet his presence was suffocating, making it difficult to meet his


    gaze.


    "Grand Elder, we would never dare show disrespect," Lanard bowed deeply.


    Lawren stole nces at the Grand Elder and the two Elders behind him, as well as the Cobalt Strike


    Protégés, who were steadily approaching inrge numbers. Dozens, hundreds, maybe five


    hundred. What was the Grand Elder nning?


    The Cobalt Strike Protégés had forced their way in, and not a single city guard dared to stop them.


    They were like a swarm of ill omens that had descended upon the ce, causing the city officials to


    hide away in fear.


    "Speak. I shall give you a chance to exin," the Grand Eldermanded emotionlessly, standing


    in the courtyard like an immovable mountain. His presence was so oppressive it was hard to


    breathe.


    Lanard hesitated to speak. "Grand Elder, I don''t quite understand what you..."


    With a sharp look and a gesture of his hand, the Grand Elder reached out toward Felir and, with an


    open palm, seized control of the boy''s body from afar.


    "Father, save me!” Felir screamed as he lost control, slowly levitating off the ground.


    “Grand Elder, please, have mercy!” Lawren cried out in panic, nearly kneeling.


    “I am waiting for your exnation,” the Grand Elder said coldly. His gaze was piercing, as if it could


    see right through them.


    "Grand Elder, we truly don''t understand what you mean. Please, enlighten us," Lanard gritted his


    teeth, refusing to confess.


    The Grand Elder gave him a chilling look and, with a sudden wave of his hand, clenched his fist,


    sending Felir flying toward the Cobalt Strike ranks.


    “Father, help…"


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    Three swords were drawn, their energy surged to the sky, and in an instant, they severed Felir. His


    cries were abruptly silenced.


    Lawren and Lanard stood frozen, mouths agape. Was he killed? Just like that?


    An eerie silence fell over the courtyard. The guards stood petrified, staring at the scattered remains


    of their young Lord, while the maids clutched their mouths in horror, trembling at the brutal disy


    of power.


    Felir... was dead... His life ended in such an abrupt way!


    "Seize all members of the Rocke family!"manded the two Elders, their voices devoid of any


    emotion.


    Lanard and Lawren snapped out of their shock, and a chill ran down their spines. They suddenly


    understood the terror the Mallister family must have felt when facing punishment. The Grand Elder


    was merciless; even though they had once enjoyed a cordial rtionship, the moment a mistake


    was made, he became heartless and cold, treating them as strangers. He did not waste his words.


    When it was time to kill, he did so with the indifference of ughtering livestock.


    Wails and screams filled the noble and beautiful estate, as the Cobalt Strike troops began to round


    up all direct and coteral members of the Rocke family, dragging them toward the courtyard.