YM778.TV Chapter 463 A Messenger?
"Are you alright? You are not hurt anywhere, are you?"
Leofric Vestalis, or Duke Vestalis rushed towards her Granddaughter, grabbed her shoulders, and asked her in worry.
"Grandpa, don\'t worry. I am not hurt anywhere."
Evane answered with a smile on her face.
Hearing her answer, Leofric sighed in relief, soon, however, his expression changed and he clenched his fist,
"Don\'t worry, I will make sure that bastard pays for it. How dare he try to hurt my Granddaughter!? I will make him and his entire house pay for it. You focus on staying healthy, Evane, Grandpa will take care of all this."
Leofric and Evane smiled.
"Also, why didn\'t you tell me that you had a King Stage Cultivator as your subordinate? How did you even recruit him? He is not trying to hurt you, is he? Are you sure that he is trustworthy?"
Leofric asked a series of questions.
"Don\'t worry, he is trustworthy."
Evane replied.
"Where is he? I need to meet him."
Leofric spoke. Evane, however, shook his head,
"He is cultivating, he can\'t meet you yet."
"Hmm? You can always call him, can\'t you?"
"I don\'t want to disturb his cultivation." Evane shook her head.
Hearing that, Leofric narrowed his eyes.
Evane\'s response was strange, it didn\'t look like she was talking about her servant…
Leofric tried to test the waters.
"Hmph! He is just a servant! Why can\'t he meet his Master\'s Grandpa!? I need to meet him, now! Where is he? In your room, right? Let me meet him."
Saying that, Leofric started walking, Evane, however, appeared in front of him.
"He is not a servant."
She spoke in a strict voice.
Leofric narrowed his eyes, he has never seen this expression on Evane\'s face.
"Who is he then?" He questioned.
"He…" A small blush appeared on Evane\'s face and she answered, "He is my husband."
"H-H-H-H-Husband!?"
Leofric shouted out loud.
So loud that a few servants turned towards him and Evane.
Evane panicked.
"Keep your voice down! Not many people know about it." She shushed.
Leofric, however, couldn\'t believe what he just heard.
He expected that the relationship between Evane and her mysterious subordinate wasn\'t simple, but a husband? Not even a Lover, a husband?
Just how…
When did his Granddaughter marry?
And why didn\'t she invite him!?
As if knowing what he was thinking, Evane smiled,
"We haven\'t married officially yet, we will arrange a big wedding once I become the Queen."
"Now I have to meet him, I can\'t give my Granddaughter to just any random nobody."
Leofric spoke.
"Don\'t worry, I will come to your house with him, but don\'t disturb him right now."
"Alright, I will be waiting for you then." Saying that, Leofric turned around.
However, before he moved out, he turned around again and, "Visit me as soon as possible."
"I will, now go." Evane chuckled.
Leofric finally left. Evane sighed, she then stood up and walked towards her room.
There, Nux was sitting cross-legged, covered with ominous-looking Black Mist.
Evane sighed, she then walked towards him and started cultivating as well.
The next few days went peacefully.
However, Nux added another thing to his schedule.
Cultivating.
And he was oddly immersed in it.
So much that he would continue to cultivate for days before finally waking up, then he spent time with his women, and once they all were satisfied, he returned to cultivating again.
His wives found this sudden seriousness very peculiar, however, they didn\'t complain.
They were actually happy that Nux was working hard.
Although the time he could spend with them was reduced, seeing him working so hard was a delight in itself.
More and more days passed by, Nux and his women continued to cultivate peacefully,
However, on a certain day, someone unexpected contacted Nux.
\'Master.\'
Hearing his voice, Nux, who was cultivating, opened his eyes and frowned,
\'Alger? What happened?\'
Yes, it was Alger. Alger Bannermane, one of Nux\'s first slaves.
\'Master, someone wants to meet Mistress Thyra.\'
Alger reported.
\'Thyra? Who is it?\'
\'I don\'t know but…\'
\'But what?\'
Nux questioned.
After some hesitation, Alger replied,
\'He is a King Stage Cultivator.\'
Nux raised his eyebrow.
King Stage Cultivators were rare, for a King Stage Cultivator wishing to meet Thyra… something was not right.
\'Also, he seems to be sent by the Skadi Kingdom.\'
Alger reported and Nux\'s face turned serious.
\'Have you told anything to Thyra?\'
He questioned.
\'No, I have not. I reported to you first.\' Alger replied.
Nux nodded, alright, stall him for a while, I will be there with Thyra.
\'As you command, Master.\'
Alger nodded.
Nux ended his conversation with Alger and contacted Thyra.
\'I am coming there, we will go meet that man together.\'
After telling everything to Thyra, Nux turned towards Evane and smiled,
"I need to go."
"Alright."
"Call me if anything happens."
"Mhm. Don\'t worry, I don\'t think many people can defeat me now."
Evane chuckled.
Nux chuckled as well, then, he disappeared.
The next second, he appeared in front of Thyra. Thyra smiled, she walked towards Nux, placed her hands on his shoulders, and their lips met.
After thoroughly enjoying his lips, Thyra stepped back.
"Shall we leave?"
She questioned.
Nux smiled.
Thyra then started running towards Alger\'s Mansion, Nux activated his [Conceal] and followed behind her.
A few minutes later, the two of them appeared in front of Alger\'s Mansion.
Nux narrowed his eyes,
"1 King Stage and 3 Expert Stage Cultivators."
"That\'s an intimidating lineup."
Thyra smiled.
"Indeed."
Nux agreed.
"Shall we surprise them?"
Thyra chuckled as her eyes moved toward the 3 Expert Stage Cultivators who were hiding.
"Meh, let\'s just meet the boss."
Nux shrugged.
He wasn\'t interested in surprising anyone. It would have been different if it was a female assassin, of course.
Seeing a cold, emotionless assassin\'s surprised expression was never less amazing.
Just thinking about it, Nux smiled.
Thyra then walked into the mansion and entered the room where the King Stage Cultivator was sitting.
Seeing her enter, the King Stage Cultivator stood up.
"One, you are not responding t-"
Suddenly, the man turned silent.