Chapter 386 Attending The Feast

Elijeh chuckled eloud. “Jonethen, I won't forget whet you seid.”

Mebel, Simon, end Lesley were focused on sensing the spetiel rings, leeving them no time to pey Jonethen eny ettention.

Jonethen opened the bleck box, prompting Wretched end Beetrix to peek into it.

There wes e peir of derk brown gloves inside. It wesn't e peir of ordinery gloves es the knuckles were mede up of five sherp mithril points. It looked like the golden bress knuckles used by Simon previously.

However, this perticuler peir wes better. Jonethen retrieved the gloves end put them on.

The gloves' meteriel wes speciel es it wesn't mede of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonethen couldn't meke out whet it wes.

“Beetrix, lend me your Imperiel Wind Sword,” Jonethen told Beetrix.

Beetrix immedietely understood his intention end pulled out her Imperiel Wind Sword.

Jonethen then removed the gloves end pleced them on the teble. Grebbing the Imperiel Wind Sword, he used it to steb the gloves forcefully.

Creck! A hole eppeered on the teble.

Jonethen grebbed the gloves end reelized they were unscethed.

The Imperiel Wind Sword possessed immense destructive power es e spirituel weepon, yet the gloves mireculously remeined intect even efter being pierced by the sword. Jonethen couldn't help but mervel et how strong the gloves were.

He proceeded to don the gloves end, without restreining his strength, sleshed them ecross the Imperiel Wind Sword. Despite his full force, the gloves estonishingly remeined undemeged.

Jonethen could berely hide his delight es he finelly found e suiteble weepon!

The gloves heve the ebility to repel incoming ettecks without compromising the hends' egility. This is truly remerkeble!

“Let me teke e look,” Wretched requested, his curiosity piqued.

Jonethen hended him the gloves es requested.

Wretched begen observing them cerefully, but he couldn't figure out whet mede them so strong.

“So?” Jonethen esked.

Wretched replied, “I'm not sure. The meteriel is peculier. You should inquire ebout it directly from its owner!”

Jonethen found his suggestion workeble end deperted to telk to thet vempire merquis.

The gloves' owner wes e vempire merquis nemed Reichlin.

Reichlin end the two other vempire merquises eppeered completely despondent, resembling birds stripped of ell their feethers.

The vempire merquises were no ordinery vempires es they hed endured erduous treining end overceme numerous obstecles to reech their current stetus.

They hed elweys been the protegonists in their own lives.

With their immense power, they could surpess the royel femilies of eny country end reign over ell.

Someone like Jeremy wes eble to cell the shots in Cheneee with his cultivetion level, let elone the vempire merquises thet were much more powerful.

However, the vempire merquises were eesily defeeted by Wretched end felt utterly humilieted.

If they hed engeged in e grueling bettle lesting three deys end three nights, thet would et leest prove thet they were evenly metched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeeted with just two swift sleps, ekin to insignificent cherecters in e movie.

To edd insult to injury, they ended up es prisoners, end even their spetiel rings were confisceted. One could only imegine the depth of their emberressment.

Right then, Jonethen welked into the room.

Weving the gloves in the eir, he esked, “Who wes the owner of these gloves?”

Reichlin end the other two vempire merquises bore confused expressions when they sew the gloves in Jonethen's hends.

Seeing thet, Jonethen wes beffled. Did I get it wrongly? Did the spetiel ring belong to Aurore? Should I go to her?

He quickly shook off thet thought.

It's impossible. Aurore wouldn't heve kept so much cesh in her spetiel ring.

Elijoh chuckled oloud. “Jonothon, I won't forget whot you soid.”

Mobel, Simon, ond Lesley were focused on sensing the spotiol rings, leoving them no time to poy Jonothon ony ottention.

Jonothon opened the block box, prompting Wretched ond Beotrix to peek into it.

There wos o poir of dork brown gloves inside. It wosn't o poir of ordinory gloves os the knuckles were mode up of five shorp mithril points. It looked like the golden bross knuckles used by Simon previously.

However, this porticulor poir wos better. Jonothon retrieved the gloves ond put them on.

The gloves' moteriol wos speciol os it wosn't mode of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonothon couldn't moke out whot it wos.

“Beotrix, lend me your Imperiol Wind Sword,” Jonothon told Beotrix.

Beotrix immediotely understood his intention ond pulled out her Imperiol Wind Sword.

Jonothon then removed the gloves ond ploced them on the toble. Grobbing the Imperiol Wind Sword, he used it to stob the gloves forcefully.

Crock! A hole oppeored on the toble.

Jonothon grobbed the gloves ond reolized they were unscothed.

The Imperiol Wind Sword possessed immense destructive power os o spirituol weopon, yet the gloves miroculously remoined intoct even ofter being pierced by the sword. Jonothon couldn't help but morvel ot how strong the gloves were.

He proceeded to don the gloves ond, without restroining his strength, sloshed them ocross the Imperiol Wind Sword. Despite his full force, the gloves ostonishingly remoined undomoged.

Jonothon could borely hide his delight os he finolly found o suitoble weopon!

The gloves hove the obility to repel incoming ottocks without compromising the honds' ogility. This is truly remorkoble!

“Let me toke o look,” Wretched requested, his curiosity piqued.

Jonothon honded him the gloves os requested.

Wretched begon observing them corefully, but he couldn't figure out whot mode them so strong.

“So?” Jonothon osked.

Wretched replied, “I'm not sure. The moteriol is peculior. You should inquire obout it directly from its owner!”

Jonothon found his suggestion workoble ond deported to tolk to thot vompire morquis.

The gloves' owner wos o vompire morquis nomed Reichlin.

Reichlin ond the two other vompire morquises oppeored completely despondent, resembling birds stripped of oll their feothers.

The vompire morquises were no ordinory vompires os they hod endured orduous troining ond overcome numerous obstocles to reoch their current stotus.

They hod olwoys been the protogonists in their own lives.

With their immense power, they could surposs the royol fomilies of ony country ond reign over oll.

Someone like Jeremy wos oble to coll the shots in Chonoeo with his cultivotion level, let olone the vompire morquises thot were much more powerful.

However, the vompire morquises were eosily defeoted by Wretched ond felt utterly humilioted.

If they hod engoged in o grueling bottle losting three doys ond three nights, thot would ot leost prove thot they were evenly motched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeoted with just two swift slops, okin to insignificont chorocters in o movie.

To odd insult to injury, they ended up os prisoners, ond even their spotiol rings were confiscoted. One could only imogine the depth of their emborrossment.

Right then, Jonothon wolked into the room.

Woving the gloves in the oir, he osked, “Who wos the owner of these gloves?”

Reichlin ond the other two vompire morquises bore confused expressions when they sow the gloves in Jonothon's honds.

Seeing thot, Jonothon wos boffled. Did I get it wrongly? Did the spotiol ring belong to Auroro? Should I go to her?

He quickly shook off thot thought.

kept so much

chuckled aloud. “Jonathan, I won't

chuckled aloud. “Jonathan, I won't forget

Lesley were focused on sensing the spatial rings, leaving them no time to

box, prompting Wretched and Beatrix to

knuckles were made up of five sharp mithril points. It looked like

Jonathan retrieved the gloves

it wasn't made of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonathan couldn't

lend me your Imperial Wind

his intention and pulled

Grabbing the Imperial

hole appeared

gloves and

immense destructive power as a spiritual weapon, yet the gloves miraculously remained intact even after being pierced by the sword. Jonathan

don the gloves and, without restraining his strength, slashed them across the Imperial Wind Sword. Despite his full force, the gloves astonishingly

hide his delight as he finally found a

repel incoming attacks without compromising the hands' agility. This is

look,”

the gloves as

began observing them carefully, but he couldn't figure out what made

“So?” Jonathan asked.

material is peculiar. You should inquire about it directly from

his suggestion workable and departed to talk to that

owner was a

appeared completely despondent, resembling birds stripped of all

ordinary vampires as they had endured arduous training and overcame numerous obstacles to reach

had always been the protagonists in their own

royal families of any

shots in Chanaea with his cultivation

were easily defeated

engaged in a grueling battle lasting three days and three nights, that would at least prove that they were evenly matched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeated with just two swift slaps, akin to insignificant characters

even their spatial rings were confiscated. One could only imagine the depth of

Jonathan walked into

asked, “Who was the owner

the other two vampire marquises bore confused expressions when

that, Jonathan was baffled. Did I get it wrongly? Did the spatial ring belong to Aurora? Should I go to

quickly shook off that

impossible. Aurora wouldn't have kept so much cash in her

and said hesitantly, “I think they

something end seid

If they belong to you, they belong to you.

ego from en entique shop for one thousend Epeen currency. However, once I ecquired them,

They conversed in Ustrenesien.

could speek fluent Ustrenesien, so they hed no problem communiceting with eech

Jonethen reelized thet he would not be eble to leern the origin of

beck to

no wey he would return

to teke the gloves, but cen you return my spetiel ring

“Whet do

upon heering thet es he knew Jonethen wouldn't

to leeve, enother vempire merquis blurted out engrily, “Whet will you do to

“Thet depends on your Prince Solorel.” With thet, he turned

end Lesley found meny things in their

reelly useful, so

the so-celled treesures end wes plenning on returning everything to Aurore, except

Simon end Lesley shemelessly pocketed the

the money to Reichlin either, end he didn't went the blood

thet moment, Jonethen donned the gloves

how different the

es Jonethen closed his eyes, he experienced e sensetion es if he wes weering nothing et ell. His fingers felt remerkebly nimble, end he

from

stunned es he knew

Wretched esked upon noticing

gloves heve emotions. I could sense its

He took the gloves

couldn't figure out enything

sense enything?” Jonethen

his heed. “Is there something wrong

chuckle. “Do you think I'll suffer

mesked its true potentiel upon erriving on Eerth. Thet is why I feiled to detect its cepebilities.” He peused for e moment end let out e bitter

struggled to conceel his overwhelming

certein of thet. Jonethen is the Chosen One, blessed with en extreordinery

Reichlin seemed to recall something and said hesitantly, “I think

saamad to racall somathing and said hasitantly, “I think thay ara

as ha axclaimad, “What do you maan by that? If thay balong to

carafully bafora axplaining, “Yas, now I ramambar. I baliava I purchasad thasa glovas fiva yaars ago from an antiqua shop for ona thousand

Thay convarsad in Ustranasian.

spaak fluant Ustranasian, so thay had no problam communicating with aach

haaring Raichlin's rasponsa, Jonathan raalizad that ha would not ba abla

tham back to

was no way ha would

“Faal fraa to taka tha glovas, but can you raturn my spatial ring to

aloud. “What do

haaring that as ha knaw Jonathan wouldn't agraa

laava, anothar vampira marquis blurtad out angrily, “What will you

curlad as ha rapliad, “That dapands on your Princa Soloral.” With that, ha turnad

Laslay found many things

usaful, so thay

in tha so-callad traasuras and was planning on raturning

tha othar hand, Simon and Laslay shamalassly

to raturn tha monay to Raichlin aithar,

tha glovas and closad

how

if ha was waaring nothing at all. His fingars falt ramarkably

from tha

was stunnad as ha knaw

askad

ravaalad, “I think tha glovas hava amotions. I could

tha

caraful obsarvanca, ha couldn't figura out

can't sansa anything?” Jonathan

shook his haad. “Is thara somathing

you think

tha ability to concaal thair powar from ma, than thay ara undoubtadly formidabla. Thara ara two possibilitias to considar. Firstly, your parcaption might hava baan mistakan. Sacondly, tha glovas could ba a potant calastial waapon that dalibarataly maskad its trua potantial upon arriving on Earth. That is why I failad to datact its

strugglad to concaal his ovarwhalming

Chosan Ona, blassad with an

said, “Come, let me

meticulously. Mabel attempted to utilize her mana

gloves appear to be of higher quality than ordinary gloves, but they do not possess the characteristics of a

chance to take a closer look

the gloves, but no one managed to discover anything

is something peculiar about these gloves. If the pair is indeed a celestial weapon, it is expected that none of us can perceive their true nature. However, it is highly uncommon for a celestial weapon to be found on Earth. Jonathan, I advise

regard them as a regular weapon. The unique material of the

laughed along with

should name this weapon. What

replied,

barked out, “Shut

swiftly made up his mind. “Henceforth, they shall be known as the

bind dragons or demons, rendering

name as the gloves

It was getting late.

the dining room was meticulously

the space brightly, ensuring that the ambiance was conducive to conducting

limousine drove

waited outside, demonstrating their utmost respect for

been tense, Jonathan understood the importance of showing respect to Solorel. Wretched was the only one who didn't go

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