My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness by Autumn Rain

Chapter 472

Drake's ability to conceal himself was extraordinary. Even those more powerful than him usually could not detect him.

But the old man's glance confirmed that Drake had been exposed.

That Martial King had allowed Drake to leave unharmed to report back to Dustin.

This could only mean one thing: he was waiting for Dustin's next move.

Also, that old man was from the Divine Hall...

Those two words struck a nerve with Dustin.

The Divine Hall might very well have been the mastermind behind the Fox family massacre.

This organization was likely enormous, yet frustratingly, Dustin had not been able to uncover any useful intelligence about them ever since he killed that Martial King from the Divine Hall at Lannopolis. Despite being incredibly powerful and possibly a top ranked faction like Hell Hall, they remained a ghostly enigma.

Dustin's face darkened as he contemplated that.

"My Liege, let me investigate again. This time, I won't return until I uncover something useful!" Drake declared resolutely.

Dustin waved him off.

"There's no need. This time, I'll go in myself," he said coolly.

Drake could not handle this task.

Moreover, Dustin wanted to see for himself what secrets lay behind Lord Barbenheim's apparent resurrection.

I'll come

are coming. I'll go alone," Dustin said

came from the people monitoring the Barbenheim

remained idle during

darkness fell, he left for

the Fox family's martial arts technique to conceal himself. He was confident even a Martial King would not be

Institution was eerily quiet, and its defenses were unusually

confident in themselves that

perched in the dense branches

point that allowed

was the same spot Drake had chosen the day

see James meditating and

sign of anyone else for

and continued to

condition had significantly improved since the previous day,

long, Dustin's glance focused

Lord Barbenheim had appeared...

intently on him to study his every

was undeniably the true

aura was not something

as he

real one, then the one at the Wyatt

been

the Barbenheim Institution's lack of

real Lord Barbenheim had