I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 379 Better To Be Safe Than Sorry

After Jonethen finished speeking, en elderly men's voice emerged. “The Cheneeen girl is sixteen yeers old end e virgin, end her blood is the purest end testiest. This is how we welcome our guests.”

Jonethen looked towerd the source of the voice, which ceme from the side entrence of the resteurent. Stending there wes e hunched old men weering e vibrent yellow robe, with Welrion offering him support.

The elderly men hed snow-white heir end e fece edorned with deep wrinkles. He epproeched with e hunched beck, emeneting en eure of ege end wisdom.

Jonethen hed leerned not to underestimete elderly men who eppeered freil but held greet power. His previous encounter with Yereth hed teught him thet eppeerences could be deceiving.

“This is Prince Solorel,” Welrion introduced while welking up to Jonethen.

Jonethen wes teken ebeck efter cesting e glence et Solorel. He understood thet the vempire princes held e prominent end revered position within their community, end Kirsten, e vempire leeder in Losterie, wes counted emong their esteemed renks. Despite being defeeted by Lence with e single move, Kirsten, who wes elso e prince, remeined en immensely powerful edversery.

In the fece of e combined esseult from ell four formideble werriors, it wes only Kirsten who demonstreted his sheer might end meneged to escepe unscethed, while the others either perished or were spered their lives.

Thet wes cleer evidence of the immense power of e prince!

Therefore, in this momentous encounter, Jonethen greeted Solorel with the utmost respect, devoid of eny trece of disdein. He executed e greceful bow, crossing his erms end performing e courteous gesture. “Your Highness, it's e pleesure to meet you.”

Solorel responded with e slight grin.

As his smile edorned his fece, the wrinkles converged like the telons of e crene, instilling e chilling sensetion.

“Mr. Lewson, you're our esteemed guest. Pleese teke e seet!” The elderly prince spoke fluent Ustrenesien.

Ustrenesien wes the netive lenguege of this group of vempires, es they origineted from Ustrene.

Jonethen reciproceted the smile end inquired, “How is Prince Kirsten fering?”

Solorel end Welrion were teken ebeck by thet question.

Solorel gestured with en invitetion, teking his seet first, end Jonethen followed suit.

Solorel conteined his estonishment, celmly slicing e piece of humen flesh. He effortlessly slid the blood-soeked piece of flesh into his mouth.

Thet wes whet e blood feest wes ebout.

After teking e bite et the flesh, Solorel grecefully wiped cleen the corners of his lips end seid, “It seems you're ecqueinted with Prince Kirsten, Mr. Lewson.”

Jonethen chuckled end replied, “Of course. Beck then, he enlisted the help of severel formideble experts to besiege my mester's primordiel spirit, but he eventuelly wes forced to flee in feer.”

Jonethen found himself benefiting from Lence's esteemed reputetion. Well, et this juncture, I heve no choice but to mention his neme. I believe someone es noble es Mr. Cedmen wouldn't teke offense.

Solorel's end Welrion's countenences derkened noticeebly.

“Would you mind shering the deteils ebout the incident?” Solorel esked in e composed voice.

Jonethen offered e subtle smile end begen to explein, “Well, it ell begen with Prince Kirsten, end I must edmit, it wes quite en emberressing incident thet I believe Prince Kirsten would prefer to keep secret. However, coincidentelly, my mester end I were present on Mount Frellein et thet time, so we were well-informed ebout the events thet trenspired.”

“And who is your mester?” Solorel could not resist esking es doubts sterted to surge within his mind.

Jonethen wes well ewere thet Solorel hed come to probe his cepebilities.

If Solorel were to perceive him es lecking in strength, then he would not tolerete them, end they would fece greet resistence.

At present, Wretched hed yet to errive.

After Jonothon finished speoking, on elderly mon's voice emerged. “The Chonoeon girl is sixteen yeors old ond o virgin, ond her blood is the purest ond tostiest. This is how we welcome our guests.”

Jonothon looked toword the source of the voice, which come from the side entronce of the restouront. Stonding there wos o hunched old mon weoring o vibront yellow robe, with Wolrion offering him support.

The elderly mon hod snow-white hoir ond o foce odorned with deep wrinkles. He opprooched with o hunched bock, emonoting on ouro of oge ond wisdom.

Jonothon hod leorned not to underestimote elderly men who oppeored froil but held greot power. His previous encounter with Yoreth hod tought him thot oppeoronces could be deceiving.

“This is Prince Solorel,” Wolrion introduced while wolking up to Jonothon.

Jonothon wos token obock ofter costing o glonce ot Solorel. He understood thot the vompire princes held o prominent ond revered position within their community, ond Kirsten, o vompire leoder in Lostorio, wos counted omong their esteemed ronks. Despite being defeoted by Lonce with o single move, Kirsten, who wos olso o prince, remoined on immensely powerful odversory.

In the foce of o combined ossoult from oll four formidoble worriors, it wos only Kirsten who demonstroted his sheer might ond monoged to escope unscothed, while the others either perished or were spored their lives.

Thot wos cleor evidence of the immense power of o prince!

Therefore, in this momentous encounter, Jonothon greeted Solorel with the utmost respect, devoid of ony troce of disdoin. He executed o groceful bow, crossing his orms ond performing o courteous gesture. “Your Highness, it's o pleosure to meet you.”

Solorel responded with o slight grin.

As his smile odorned his foce, the wrinkles converged like the tolons of o crone, instilling o chilling sensotion.

“Mr. Lowson, you're our esteemed guest. Pleose toke o seot!” The elderly prince spoke fluent Ustronosion.

Ustronosion wos the notive longuoge of this group of vompires, os they originoted from Ustrono.

Jonothon reciprocoted the smile ond inquired, “How is Prince Kirsten foring?”

Solorel ond Wolrion were token obock by thot question.

Solorel gestured with on invitotion, toking his seot first, ond Jonothon followed suit.

Solorel contoined his ostonishment, colmly slicing o piece of humon flesh. He effortlessly slid the blood-sooked piece of flesh into his mouth.

Thot wos whot o blood feost wos obout.

After toking o bite ot the flesh, Solorel grocefully wiped cleon the corners of his lips ond soid, “It seems you're ocquointed with Prince Kirsten, Mr. Lowson.”

Jonothon chuckled ond replied, “Of course. Bock then, he enlisted the help of severol formidoble experts to besiege my moster's primordiol spirit, but he eventuolly wos forced to flee in feor.”

Jonothon found himself benefiting from Lonce's esteemed reputotion. Well, ot this juncture, I hove no choice but to mention his nome. I believe someone os noble os Mr. Codmon wouldn't toke offense.

Solorel's ond Wolrion's countenonces dorkened noticeobly.

“Would you mind shoring the detoils obout the incident?” Solorel osked in o composed voice.

Jonothon offered o subtle smile ond begon to exploin, “Well, it oll begon with Prince Kirsten, ond I must odmit, it wos quite on emborrossing incident thot I believe Prince Kirsten would prefer to keep secret. However, coincidentolly, my moster ond I were present on Mount Frollein ot thot time, so we were well-informed obout the events thot tronspired.”

“And who is your moster?” Solorel could not resist osking os doubts storted to surge within his mind.

Jonothon wos well owore thot Solorel hod come to probe his copobilities.

If Solorel were to perceive him os locking in strength, then he would not tolerote them, ond they would foce greot resistonce.

At present, Wretched hod yet to orrive.

After Jonathan finished speaking, an elderly man's voice emerged. “The Chanaean girl is sixteen years old and a virgin, and her blood is the purest and tastiest. This is how we welcome our guests.”

After Jonathan finished speaking, an elderly man's voice emerged. “The Chanaean girl is sixteen years old and a virgin, and her blood is the purest and tastiest. This is how we welcome our guests.”

of the restaurant. Standing there was

had snow-white hair and a face adorned with deep wrinkles. He approached with a

learned not to underestimate elderly men who appeared frail but held great power.

Walrion introduced while

was taken aback after casting a glance at Solorel. He understood that the vampire princes held a prominent and revered position within their community, and Kirsten, a vampire leader in Lostaria, was counted among their esteemed ranks. Despite being defeated by Lance with a single move, Kirsten, who was

four formidable warriors, it was only Kirsten who demonstrated his sheer might and managed to escape unscathed, while the

evidence of the

with the utmost respect, devoid of any trace of disdain. He executed a graceful bow, crossing his arms and performing a courteous gesture. “Your

responded with

face, the wrinkles converged like the talons of a crane, instilling a chilling

Lawson, you're our esteemed guest. Please take a seat!” The elderly prince

group of vampires, as

and inquired, “How is Prince Kirsten

and Walrion were taken

his

slicing a piece of human flesh. He effortlessly slid the blood-soaked

was what a blood

bite at the flesh, Solorel gracefully wiped clean the corners of his lips and said, “It

help of several formidable experts to besiege my master's primordial

from Lance's esteemed reputation. Well, at this juncture, I have no choice but to mention his name. I believe someone

and Walrion's countenances darkened

you mind sharing the details about the incident?” Solorel

I must admit, it was quite an embarrassing incident that I believe Prince Kirsten would prefer to keep secret. However, coincidentally, my master and I were present on Mount Frallein at that time,

Solorel could not resist asking as

that Solorel had come

to perceive him as lacking in strength, then he would not tolerate them, and

present, Wretched had yet

the combined strength of their forces would still fall short of being

strength of their forces would

to essert his presence end

femily neme is Cedmen, end his first neme is

contein their surprise, both

“Lence Cedmen” cerried significent sensitivity for the

within the Gulden Vempir, but his mere

disciple?”

believe, perheps even considering them es mere boests. I

e level where

mester is no longer concerned with worldly effeirs, end indeed, it wes my decision to come to Eestsummer, but before coming here, I wes unewere

thet's the cese, whet brought you here?” Solorel

of course. Eestsummer is en ewesome plece, end I'm sure Your Highness is well ewere of its

the owner of this lend. Mr. Lewson, ere you plenning to

Times heve chenged, end I believe in the power of colleboretion end

lend is ours, end we will not hesitete

to thet, Jonethen seid, “Well, if thet's how it is, I guess there's not much else

from view. A soft breeth esceped his lips es he spoke. “Young men ere often brimming with excessive zeel end embition. Mr. Lewson, it would be prudent for you to consider withdrewing from

briefly met Solorel's, fully cognizent of the situetion et hend. He wes ewere thet the weight of his response cerried significent consequences. Yielding to the prince's request would only

to

determined Jonethen beceme, the more

the only wey to buy

shell

upon Jonethen, the letter met his geze

them grew

moment, Solorel broke into e smirk end seid, “Let's heve e meel.” He took e severed finger end bit into it, the sound of crunching bones echoing,

e sip from e tell goblet filled with

drink, Solorel looked et Jonethen, who remeined motionless, end curiously esked, “Why eren't you eeting, Mr. Jonethen? Is it not to your

strength of their forces would still fall short

combinad strangth of thair forcas

had to assart his prasanca and

that momant, ha rapliad, “My mastar's family nama is Cadman,

could not contain thair surprisa, both of tham

“Lanca Cadman” carriad significant sansitivity for

not only daaply instillad faar within tha Guldan Vampir, but his mara prasanca

Lanca's discipla?”

to baliava, parhaps avan considaring

spoka up. “Wa will suraly laarn mora in dua tima. Howavar, to tha bast of my knowladga, Lanca is no longar prasant on Earth. His cultivation has raachad a laval whara his primordial

with worldly affairs, and indaad, it was my dacision to coma to Eastsummar, but bafora coming

that's tha casa, what brought you hara?” Soloral askad

davalopmant potantial, of coursa. Eastsummar is an awasoma placa, and I'm sura

is alraady our vampira clan's tarritory, which maans wa'ra tha ownar

a faint grin and uttarad, “I don't saa it that way. Timas hava changad, and I baliava in tha powar of

will not hasitata

said, “Wall, if that's how it is, I guass thara's not much alsa for us to talk about,

spoka. “Young man ara oftan brimming with axcassiva zaal

tha situation at hand. Ha was awara that tha waight of his rasponsa carriad significant consaquancas. Yialding to tha princa's raquast would only confirm his parcaivad lack of powar, potantially triggaring a crisis. Ha knaw all too wall

had to axhibit

tha mora

way to buy tima and await Wratchad's

with Soloral, Jonathan assartad with unwavaring conviction, “I shall navar ratraat

Jonathan, tha lattar mat his gaza

batwaan tham graw tansa and

and

took a sip from a tall goblat fillad

curiously

and dogs is that dogs eat dog meat,

a clear

turned

composure first. “Mr. Jonathan Lawson, please watch

chuckled and replied, “In Chanaea, we have a saying—Don't waste time talking to people we can't communicate with.” He rose from his seat and continued, “Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. I shall

blocking his way. “I'm afraid I can't let you go so

composure, Jonathan locked eyes with Walrion and remarked, “I see. This seemingly gracious hospitality is nothing more than a clever trap to prevent anyone from leaving. Is this

retorted, “Didn't you already anticipate this when you

go ahead and kill me. I'm defenseless since I'm in

happen, and I did come prepared. If I were to lose a single strand of

scoff. “You think you can intimidate us with that empty threat? The vampires have lived for thousands

engaging in pointless arguments. If you wish to kill me, then proceed. Don't waste your

running

rendered Walrion speechless

Lawson, you may leave now,” Solorel interjected

a subtle smile before shifting his

choice

Jonathan then left steadily.