97: prelude

"What... you're not thinking of just taking Sophia with you and then retiring, are you?"

Locke suddenly felt as if he had discovered something important, and his tone became playful.

Lucien, having his hidden selfish thoughts exposed by Locke, scratched his head awkwardly:

"Uh, Lord Locke, I've managed the Werewolf Clan for several centuries. By human age, I should have retired long ago. You can't keep exploiting me."

"Hmm? So you mean you want me to manage everything? If that's the case, I'd rather not be this leader."

"Hey, hey, Lord Locke, wait a moment. Please let me finish."

Hearing this, Locke stopped his feigned departure. "You'd better give me a good solution, or I won't take on this burden for you."

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"Hehehe." Lucien awkwardly turned his face away, then pointed at Kruto:

"If you don't want to manage it, my Lord, you can entrust all the important tasks to Kruto. Although this silly boy is a bit dull, he is absolutely obedient.

Coupled with assistance from others, the Werewolf Clan won't have too many problems in terms of management."

"Kruto." Locke turned his gaze to the simple-minded youth who had foolishly challenged him back then.

"Lord Locke, I am here." Kruto immediately straightened his back when he saw Locke looking at him.

Locke stroked his chin, observing for a moment: "You're entrusting him with the heavy responsibility of management; can you truly be at ease, Lucien?"

"Uh... now that you mention it, my Lord, I am indeed a bit uneasy."

To make Locke, this powerful individual, the patron of the Werewolf Clan, Lucien had put quite a bit of effort into thinking:

"But don't worry, I'm not completely hands-off. Once Sophia has recovered sufficiently, I will return to the front lines. During this period, Kruto can also call me for advice."

"Hmm, alright then."

Locke nodded, agreeing to the proposal, then stepped forward and patted Kruto's shoulder, saying earnestly:

"From now on, the heavy responsibility of the Werewolf Clan rests on your shoulders. When you act in the future, don't be as reckless as you were when you challenged me before."

"I will heed Lord Locke's teachings."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Kruto's face, but he quickly composed himself, then scratched his head and said very softly:

"What I was thinking at the time, Lord Locke, was that you and the boss have a cooperative relationship, so I dared to take the risk and challenge you beyond my capabilities."

"Alright, just make sure you don't make the same mistake again in the future. After all, not everyone is as soft-hearted as I am."

"Thank you, Lord Locke, for sparing my life back then."

"Alright, you can go back now. If there's a mission in the future, I will contact you, Kruto."

After dealing with the matter of who would manage the Werewolf Clan, Locke turned to leave, but before going, he suddenly remembered to instruct the werewolves:

"Oh, and don't reveal the relationship between me and you to the Vampire Clan. As for the Vampire Clan, I will restrain them so that they won't have conflicts with the Werewolf Clan in the future."

"Lord Locke, why do you want to intervene in the conflict between the werewolves and Vampires? There's no benefit for you in that, is there?"

Lucien, hearing his words, asked the doubt that had been buried in his heart for a long time. Locke smiled without speaking, but raised a finger and pointed to the sky.

Then, with a gentle flick of his sleeve, he turned and stepped away,

heading towards the ancient castle submerged in darkness in the distance.

As he walked past,

every werewolf, with respect, spontaneously stepped back and lowered their heads, simultaneously kneeling before him.

Every man's posture was very complete; it was clear they respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

Locke looked at the werewolves like this, feeling a strange sense of comfort: "These straightforward, rough fellows are much better than those guys in the Vampire Clan."

And finally, led by Kruto, the group of werewolves all shouted in unison towards his departing figure:

"Farewell, Lord Locke."

Hearing this, Locke couldn't help but feel a bit awkward, fearing that the werewolves might cause more trouble,

so his pace quickened considerably.

After he left, Kruto walked up to Lucien, his expression unusually excited.

Lucien looked up at the sky, muttering thoughtfully to himself, "Could it be the will of the God of Night?"

While he was pondering, Kruto excitedly interrupted him.

"Big Brother, you didn't see it just now! Lord Locke just shot up from the ground, flying over 20 meters high! My goodness, that was over 20 meters!

Not only that, he also slashed the Vampire who injured you with a single sword. He's simply too strong!"

Kruto gestured wildly as he spoke,

trying to convey the exciting scene he had witnessed to Lucien, who had fainted earlier.

After Lucien was rescued by Locke,

he fainted shortly after, so he didn't see Locke soaring into the sky.

Now, hearing Kruto's account, the admiration and respect in his eyes grew, and he shook his head with a slight sigh:

"Truly worthy of being Lord Locke. This terrifying strength truly makes it difficult for me to even hope to catch up. I imagine he must have already embarked on the path that leads directly to the gods."

"You mean Lord Locke has reached the Transcendent Sequence that only exists in legends!"

Kruto's eyes involuntarily widened. Lucien smiled and nodded, "It should be."

In fact, after obtaining the blood of the Vampire and Michael, he had also conducted a series of experiments.

However, unlike in the movies, all of his experiments here resulted in fusion failures.

All werewolves injected with the fused blood either exploded with severe injuries or experienced strong rejection reactions.

In short, for some unknown reason, these fused bloods could not be absorbed by the werewolf body at all.

He had even tried it himself, but almost lost his life.

He guessed that Locke must have completely succeeded in the fusion, though he didn't know why.

"No wonder Lord Locke could jump so high and wound the Vampire Progenitor Marcus."

The shock in Kruto's eyes had not faded as he nodded in agreement.

"That's not even the most exaggerated part. You must know that fellow Victor, right? Lord Locke decapitated him with a single sword."

"Ha! You mean he only used one sword?!"

Kruto's pupils dilated again: "This is truly... I don't know how to describe Lord Locke anymore."

Compared to wounding Marcus with one sword, decapitating Victor with one sword had a greater impact on him.

After all, he didn't know Marcus's strength, but he knew how strong Victor was.

"Regarding Lord Locke embarking on the Transcendent Sequence, you must keep it a secret and not reveal this news to anyone else."

"I know." Kruto had matured considerably the moment he was entrusted with the important task. Hearing Lucien's instruction, he nodded with a serious expression.

After Lucien finished speaking, he said nothing more, but gazed into the distance at Locke's retreating back,

feeling as if he was watching a completely unfathomable legendary figure, shrouded in mystery, rising to power.