Chapter 415 Marlington

“Wait up!” Lesley shouted.

Charlotte cast Lesley a wary glance. “What is it?” Lesley hurriedly answered, “I have no ill intention, Ms. Schwein. I'm merely aimless. The mountains here are endless. Would you like to travel together?” In his anxiety, he turned red.

Charlotte had never seen a man blush as easily as he did. She was certain that a man like that definitely bore her no ill will. “Sure.”

Lesley was overjoyed.

Marlington was a magical, mysterious place.

The potency of the parasites in Marlington was unparalleled.

The place was also filled with legendary wonders.

During the war, the arrogant Jetroinians never dared invade Marlington. Accurately speaking, they had, but most of their forces had perished when they landed without even seeing the enemy.

Situated in Gablurg, Marlington consisted of mountain ranges and green hills as far as the eye could see.

It was like looking out at a limitless sea of green.

The sun was resplendent at three in the afternoon.

It was also the end of May. Atop the mountains of Gablurg, the days were not very hot but the nights were chilly. Even on the hottest days of summer, the nights were cold.

Because of this, most of the residents in Gablurg had no need for air conditioning at night.

Dressed entirely in black, Simon arrived at the foothills of Gablurg.

He had attained the cultivation of a level-nine Divine Master, and his progress had been nothing short of extraordinary.

By that point, however, the rate of his cultivation had slowed down. There are limits to everything, and speed is not necessarily a good thing.

Simon realized he had hit a plateau. His cultivation level would not increase no matter how much blood he consumed.

His situation was akin to a man who, given a stroke of luck, found his wealth increasing rapidly. At a certain point in his progress, however, he would begin to slow down.

That was an irrefutable fact.

Being able to sustain growth became a matter of knowing where to invest.

At that moment, Simon was no longer under the control of the Heavenly Rebirth Alliance. The elders of the Heavenly Rebirth Alliance had left a spiritual imprint in his cerebral domain.

A mark of that nature was not easily dispellable. If Simon decided to refine it, the imprint would self-destruct.

The cultivation of the elders of the Heavenly Rebirth Alliance was at a terrifying level.

It would be practically impossible for Simon to rid himself of the imprint.

Coincidentally, however, luck is a wonderful thing indeed.

Given Simon's vampiric lineage, his mana could only be turned into combat force at the same time strengthen his cerebral domain.

With such enhancement, his cerebral domain had become invulnerable to spiritual waves and could withstand the assault of any imprint.

Against such fortitude, the threat of the spiritual imprint was negligible.

was a bullet,

juncture, he was truly

returning to the country, he came to

visiting Marlington was because it

seized by a sudden desire

ascended

Emerald Mountain, he found himself surrounded by

which Simon thought was too far,

traveled all the way forward

noon, Simon arrived before a

a valley ahead

hungry, Simon headed toward

sat on the foothills of Emerald Mountain, with

he noticed a tour

a dozen or so people of young, rowdy people of both

one leading the party, however, was an

the tavern and found

Marlingtonian, just the two of

their cultural dresses with scarves

a forty-year-old woman who

thirty or so,

owner and waitress accidentally overlooked the lone customer as they

placidly in his seat. He was not anxious, nor did he rush

was there on a trip to

tour

Simon, sitting in solitude, looked as if he had

did not mind. Awash in

that he was thinking of nothing at

a clear,

some peanuts. Here's a cup of coffee for

sounded like a

as if she would be beautiful

girl in white sportswear and a

girl was about twenty. She smiled sweetly at him, and he noticed that her face was pretty and

distracting one from the woes

to her hands, which were holding a plate

slightly. Then,

coffee to Simon when he said coldly,

name was Mauve Lief, a fourth-year student at Yaleview

the corner

coffee as she felt sorry for him. It was plain that Mauve was

Ethan Pickering. He came over and dragged Mauve away. “How many times have I told you not to pay these weirdos any mind? Come

nodded. She was

turned. It was cold and devoid of

Mauve felt embarrassed.

peanuts and

Simon ignored him.

seats, and joviality resumed at their table.

Mauve telling the waitress, “You have

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