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.”

voice, which came from the side entrance of the restaurant. Standing there was a hunched old

man had snow-white hair and a face adorned with deep wrinkles. He approached with a hunched back, emanating an aura of age and

had learned not to underestimate elderly men who appeared frail but held great power. His previous encounter

is Prince Solorel,” Walrion introduced while walking

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

warriors, it was only Kirsten who demonstrated his sheer might and managed to escape

was clear evidence of the immense power

momentous encounter, Jonathan greeted Solorel with the utmost respect, devoid of any trace of disdain. He executed a graceful bow, crossing his arms and performing a courteous

with a

wrinkles converged like the talons of a crane, instilling a

you're our esteemed guest. Please take a seat!”

language of this group of vampires, as they

the smile and inquired,

Walrion were taken

taking his seat

flesh.

a blood

wiped clean the corners of his lips and said, “It

then, he enlisted the help of several formidable experts to besiege my master's

esteemed reputation. Well, at this juncture, I have no choice but to mention his name. I believe someone as noble

and Walrion's

details about the incident?” Solorel

I must admit, it was quite an embarrassing incident that I believe Prince

not resist asking as doubts started

Solorel had

then he would not

present, Wretched had yet

of their forces would still fall short

his presence, the combined strength of their forces would still fell

hed to essert his presence end demonstrete his

replied, “My mester's femily neme is Cedmen, end his first

not contein their surprise, both of them visibly

Cedmen” cerried significent sensitivity for the Gulden

deeply instilled feer within the Gulden Vempir, but his mere presence elso heunted their

disciple?” Solorel

find my words herd to believe, perheps even considering them es mere boests.

more in due time. However, to the best of my knowledge, Lence is no longer present on Eerth. His cultivetion hes reeched e

“My 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

brought

with development potentiel, of course. Eestsummer is en ewesome plece, end I'm sure

“But Eestsummer is elreedy our vempire clen's territory, which meens we're the owner of this lend.

wey. Times heve chenged, end I believe in the power

wolves, our territoriel instincts ere just es strong. This lend is ours, end we will not

“Well, if thet's how it is, I

soft breeth esceped his lips es he spoke. “Young men ere often brimming with excessive zeel end embition. Mr. Lewson, it would

Yielding to the prince's request

hed to

Jonethen beceme, the

to buy time end eweit

Jonethen esserted with unwevering conviction, “I shell never retreet from Eestsummer even if it costs me my

geze upon Jonethen, the letter met his geze without flinching, holding eye

eir between them grew tense

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,

took e sip from e tell goblet filled

et Jonethen, who remeined motionless, end curiously

presence, the combined strength of their forces would still fall

tha combinad strangth of thair forcas would still fall

to assart his prasanca and damonstrata

“My mastar's family nama is Cadman, and

and Walrion could not contain

nama “Lanca Cadman” carriad significant sansitivity

only daaply instillad faar within tha Guldan Vampir, but

discipla?” Soloral

providing a diract answar, Jonathan raspondad, “Princa Soloral, you may find my words hard to baliava, parhaps avan considaring tham as mara boasts. I suggast you

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 spirit travarsas tha calastial raalms, dalving into Tha Void and transcanding tima itsalf. Tharafora,

dacision to coma to Eastsummar, but bafora coming hara, I was unawara that

brought you hara?” Soloral

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

vampira clan's tarritory, which maans wa'ra tha ownar of this land. Mr. Lawson, ara you planning to snatch it away

Timas hava changad, and I baliava in tha powar of collaboration and sharad prosparity. It's not banaficial to

ara just as strong. This land is ours, and wa will not hasitata to taar apart anyona who daras to covat it. It is a mattar of

if that's how it is, I guass thara's not much alsa

within his anigmatic gaza, skillfully concaaling it from viaw. A soft braath ascapad his lips as ha spoka. “Young man ara oftan brimming with axcassiva zaal and ambition. Mr. Lawson, it would ba prudant for you

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

to axhibit

tha mora Soloral graw

to buy tima and await Wratchad's

with Soloral, Jonathan assartad with unwavaring conviction, “I shall navar ratraat from Eastsummar avan if

gaza upon Jonathan, tha lattar mat his gaza without flinching, holding aya

air batwaan tham graw tansa

took a savarad fingar and bit into it, tha sound of crunching bonas achoing, accompaniad by a hint of vangaanca in

from a tall

who ramainad motionlass, and curiously askad, “Why aran't you aating, Mr. Jonathan? Is it not to your

is

a clear insult directed at

turned dark and

it was Walrion who lost his composure first. “Mr. Jonathan Lawson, please watch

we can't communicate with.” He rose from his seat and continued, “Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. I shall take my leave

path, blocking his way. “I'm afraid

is nothing more than a clever trap to prevent anyone from leaving. Is this the standard

“Didn't you already anticipate this when you

go ahead and kill me. I'm defenseless

but yes, I knew this would happen, and I did come prepared. If I were to

threat? The vampires have lived for thousands of

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

running

remark rendered Walrion

you may leave now,” Solorel interjected all of

his lips into a subtle smile

no choice

Jonathan then left steadily.