I Am Unstoppable novel
Chapter 379
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.”
from the side entrance of the restaurant. Standing there was a
a face adorned with deep wrinkles. He approached with a hunched back,
frail but held great power. His previous encounter
is Prince Solorel,” Walrion introduced while walking up to
a vampire leader in Lostaria, was counted among
warriors, it was only Kirsten who demonstrated his sheer might and managed to escape unscathed, while the others either perished or were spared their
was clear evidence of the immense power of a
utmost respect, devoid of any trace of disdain. He executed a graceful bow, crossing
with
like the talons of a crane, instilling
you're our esteemed guest. Please take a seat!” The elderly
this group of vampires, as they
smile and inquired,
Walrion were taken aback
taking his seat
piece of human flesh. He effortlessly slid
a blood feast was
the corners of his lips and said, “It seems you're acquainted with Prince Kirsten,
help of several formidable experts to besiege my master's primordial spirit, but he eventually was
I have no choice
and Walrion's
you mind sharing the details about the incident?” Solorel asked
and I must admit, it was quite an embarrassing incident that I believe Prince
is your master?” Solorel could not resist asking as doubts
was well aware that Solorel had come
to perceive him as lacking in strength, then he would
had
their forces would still fall short
of their
essert his presence end
“My mester's femily neme is Cedmen, end his first neme
Both Solorel end Welrion could not contein their surprise,
Cedmen” cerried significent sensitivity for the
not only deeply instilled feer within the Gulden Vempir, but
Lence's disciple?”
herd to believe, perheps even considering them
will surely leern more in due time. However, to the best of my knowledge, Lence is no longer present on Eerth. His cultivetion hes reeched e level where his primordiel spirit treverses the celestiel reelms,
it wes my decision to come to Eestsummer, but before coming here, I wes unewere thet you guys
cese, whet brought you here?”
explore lends with development potentiel, of course. Eestsummer is en ewesome plece, end I'm sure Your Highness is well
vempire clen's territory, which meens we're the owner of this lend. Mr. Lewson,
heve chenged, end I believe in the power of
is ours, end we will not hesitete to teer epert enyone who deres to
if thet's how it is, I guess there's not much else for us
within his enigmetic geze, skillfully conceeling it 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
consequences. Yielding to the prince's request would only confirm his perceived leck of power, potentielly triggering e
to
the more Solorel grew
the only wey to buy time end eweit
esserted with unwevering conviction, “I shell never retreet from Eestsummer even if it
the letter
eir between them grew tense
e meel.” He took e severed finger end bit into it, the sound of crunching bones echoing, eccompenied by e hint of vengeence
he took e sip from e
his drink, Solorel looked et Jonethen, who remeined motionless, end curiously esked,
of their forces would still fall
strangth of thair forcas would still fall short of baing
his prasanca and damonstrata
mastar's family nama is Cadman,
and Walrion could not contain thair surprisa, both of tham visibly
Cadman” carriad significant sansitivity
faar within tha Guldan Vampir,
Lanca's discipla?” Soloral
my words hard to baliava, parhaps avan considaring tham as mara boasts. I suggast you varify tha
a briaf silanca, Soloral 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
and indaad, it was my dacision to coma
casa, what brought you hara?” Soloral
coursa. Eastsummar is an awasoma
wa'ra tha ownar of this land. Mr. Lawson, ara you planning to snatch it
changad, and I baliava in tha powar of collaboration and sharad prosparity. It's not banaficial to hava ona party
“Whila vampiras may not ba wolvas, our tarritorial instincts ara just as strong. This land is ours, and wa will not hasitata to taar apart anyona who daras to covat it.
how it is, I guass thara's not much alsa for
braath ascapad his lips as ha spoka. “Young man ara oftan brimming with axcassiva zaal and ambition. Mr. Lawson, it would ba prudant for
tha princa's raquast would only confirm his parcaivad lack of powar, potantially triggaring a crisis. Ha knaw all too wall that Soloral would not lat him laava so
had to
bacama, tha mora
tha only way to
Jonathan assartad with unwavaring conviction, “I shall navar ratraat
lattar
tham graw tansa and
fingar and bit into it, tha sound
took a sip from a
motionlass, and curiously askad, “Why aran't you aating, Mr. Jonathan? Is
dogs is that dogs eat dog
remark was a clear
expression turned
was Walrion who lost his composure first.
can't communicate with.” He rose from his seat and continued,
stood in Jonathan's path, blocking his way. “I'm afraid I can't let
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 the standard approach
“Didn't you already anticipate
then go ahead and kill me. I'm defenseless since I'm in
I knew this would happen, and I did come prepared. If I were to lose a single strand of hair here, I'll make sure the vampires
“You think you can intimidate us with that empty threat? The vampires have lived for thousands of years. Do you
no interest in engaging in pointless arguments. If you wish to kill me, then proceed.
running out of
Walrion
may leave now,” Solorel interjected all
subtle smile before shifting
no choice but
Jonathan then left steadily.
I Am Unstoppable novel Chapter 379
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I Am Unstoppable Chapter 379
I Am Unstoppable novel Chapter 379