Fuen sighed; he always had difficulty dealing with Serey.

"Start with the bad news."

"The bad news is, this is an unfamiliar lineage. At least among the Night Race Lords that I know, there is no such branch. In other words, this Regent King might have emerged after the Dawn War."

The bloodline of the Night Race can be traced. Different Night Race Lords represent different branches, which eventually return to the Night King.

After the Dawn War, the Night Race fully retreated to the Land of Eternal Night, severed from the living world. They couldn't continue to breed new Night Race members, trapped in an eternal cage, endlessly tormented by Bloodthirsty Syndrome.

Fuen grew serious, "A bloodline even you're not familiar with?"

"It seems so," Serey nodded, "Maybe he's a newly recognized son of my dad, but that's unlikely. Everyone knows what my dad is like now."

The end of the Night King is not mentioned in the Dawn Oath; even now, Fuen is unclear about the details. But it's certain that Serey must have given everyone a satisfactory answer; otherwise, he wouldn't be living so leisurely now.

Fuen pressed further, "Do you have any ideas?"

Serey glanced at Fuen and broke into uncontrollable laughter, "Haven't seen you in days, Fuen; you've become dumb. Has it been too long since you last had alcohol?"

They hadn't seen each other for many years, but in Serey's eyes, it was only a few days. Fuen couldn't be bothered to quibble over these matters and looked at Serey silently.

Serey didn't keep Fuen waiting long, "Devil, that devil created all this disaster."

"If you look at the devil as a company's boss, then we, the Night Race, are his best employees. By spreading Blood Donation yearly, he can harvest plenty of souls.

Now this dedicated sales representative has resigned; if you were the boss, what would you do?"

"Hire a new sales representative."

"Exactly! When we drafted the Dawn Oath, we made preparations for all possible scenarios. But the one thing we couldn't bind was the Devil, right?"

Serey said, "This mysterious Regent King might be yet another... Night King supported by the Devil."

Fuen grew tense, "Another foundational bloodline?"

"No, no, don't get so excited, Fuen," Serey explained, "Even the greediest devil must abide by the conservation of value."

"Few people's value can surpass my dad in this world, which is why he possesses this Undying Bloodline and is able to propagate it."

Serey sniffed firmly again, then suddenly stood up.

"Is there a blood sample?"

Fuen said, "Our prisoner is still in the dungeon..."

Serey urged, "No need to make it so complicated, just get any blood sample."

Listening to this, Fuen raised his hand, and gusts of wind rolled up along the coast, extracting droplets from the crimson bloodstains, which flew indoors with the wind.

Serey extended his finger to gently touch the flowing water ball, savoring the blood within. After a careful examination, Serey traced the bloodline back and ultimately detected a familiar aura.

"Damn it, that Regent King might really be my dad's illegitimate son!"

Upon thorough examination, Serey sensed the presence of the Night King at the end of the bloodline. Although the Regent King's bloodline was unfamiliar, he was indeed of the same origin as Serey.

Serey proposed another idea, "Perhaps the Devil preserved a portion of my dad's blood and bestowed it upon someone many years later."

"If it's at the Devil's behest, that's not too difficult."

Serey grew a headache; to completely prevent the rise of the Night Race, after sealing the Night King, they destroyed all of the Night King's blood to avoid the emergence of a new pure-blood class. But now it seems that the Blood of the Night King had still escaped.

"It's the Devil again, damn it."

Fuen cursed in a low voice; if anyone could be considered more hateful than the Night Race, it would be the source of all this chaos.

The devils.

"Devils only care about value, about souls. This Regent King might be a mercenary hired by the Devil, sent to rescue his most loyal salesperson."

Serey remained in that carefree posture, as if it had nothing to do with him. Indeed, it had nothing to do with him; Serey had already retired, moved into the Undying Club, and bid farewell to the world's chaos.

"In any case, regardless of what happens, the fact is, an unbound pure-blood Night Race has appeared, and now no one knows what he's grown into."

Fuen covered his eyes with one hand, feeling exhausted. He felt he had been wasting his breath with Serey, raising a bunch of futile guesses.

Fuen noticed another issue, "What about the good news?"

"The good news is... this matter has nothing to do with me."

Serey's words paused for a moment, and he spread his hands.

He meant the good news as good news for himself. As for Fuen, he wasn't within his consideration.

Fuen gazed at Serey for a long time; they'd known each other for many years, and Fuen could sense from Serey's subtle expressions and actions his intentions beyond his words.

"You're hiding something."

"Rest assured; it's unrelated to the situation. You know, my name is also signed on the Dawn Oath."

Serey was right. So far, his actions hadn't triggered the constraints of the oath; all of his activities were within the oath's permissible range.

Fuen frowned, secretly clenched his fist, and then gradually relaxed. He comforted himself that dealing with someone like Serey required immense patience.

"You're always full of lies, Serey."

"If not for my talent for lying, I wouldn't be able to marry so many wives."

Serey raised an eyebrow, taking Fuen's words as praise, "Each one of them believes she's my one and only."

Serey was keen to share his amorous exploits. In his younger days, Fuen often listened to Serey's love stories. Thinking of those twisted tales filled with hatred and distorted feelings, Fuen felt a wave of disgust.

Fuen almost lost his breath. He stared intently at Serey, finally releasing a sigh, "It's quite tedious; as soon as the talks veer into the depths of your heart, you start to change the subject."

"I thought we were friends."

Fuen played his emotional card.

"The depths of my heart? Let's not go there; that place only welcomes gentle ladies, gentlemen please take a detour." Serey gestured, signaling refusal.

Serey always had this casual and frivolous demeanor, like a child who would never grow up. But Fuen was no longer the younger man who could drink the night away with him; now he was the Executioner of the Clarks family, bearing considerable responsibilities.

"Why don't we talk about things outside of work, how about that?" Serey suggested, "Don't you ever feel tired from working all the time?"

Things outside of work.

Fuen pondered briefly and sadly realized that apart from work, he really didn't have much to share with Serey.

Since returning to the Clarks family, Fuen had taken on responsibilities, no longer the arrogant figure of his youth... he didn't even remember when he last had a night of heavy drinking.

Back in the days living in Opus, aside from workdays, Fuen practically spent the rest of his time with Serey in the Undying Club, allowing alcohol to ensnare his nerves, humming that strange tune.

Fuen said, "Bologue, he's also a member of your Undying Club, right? Still not retired."

"That's right, one of the best members in recent years... Why did you mention him, are you interested in him?"

"A bit."

Before the battle began, Fuen knew Bologue was undead, but after the battle, Bologue's Undying Body still surprised him.

With just a period of rest and sufficient Ether, Bologue could revive as if through time reversal.

Bologue's Undying Body had no obvious weaknesses. In terms of Undying Nature, even a Night Race Lord like Serey was hard-pressed to match him, which could not help but draw Fuen's attention.

Serey asked in return, "What do you think of Bologue?"

Fuen carefully recalled the impression Bologue left on him and his conduct during the Night Race's invasion...

"A competent field staff."

In Fuen's view, this was already a very high evaluation.

Serey whistled, clapped, and agreed with Fuen, "You have the same keen eye as me."

Fuen disliked this kind of compliment from Serey; it sounded like Serey had found another way to praise himself.

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