Chapter 467: Granduncle

Seeing her speechless for a while, the man felt a small sense of victory. ‘Finally afraid now, aren’t you?’

He continued to announce Cheyenne’s “crimes”.

“Cheyenne, female, twenty-one years old, your sin is pride!”

“Someone like you, who puts yourself above everything and disregards the organization’s rules, even God wouldn’t tolerate it.”

Arrogance?

She sarcastically sneered, “Pride is the first of the seven deadly sins. In the Bible, pride represents a challenge to God. Is TWILIGHT afraid of a weak woman like me?”

And the famous devil Satan’s first sin was also pride, challenging the authority of God, which is absolutely not allowed.

“Now that you know, Miss Lawrence, and you’re still so arrogant, then let’s hear what your punishment will be! According to TWILIGHT’s rules, Miss Lawrence shall receive… the Sea Burial!”

The history of the sea burial is very ancient. It originated from the Nordic pirates. At sunset, the body is placed on a small boat and thrown into the sea to sink.

After hearing his verdict, Cheyenne was relieved that at least she still had a “complete corpse”.

Suddenly, a familiar and elderly voice came from the entrance, startling Cheyenne. She turned her head and looked.

It was pitch black.

She couldn’t see anything.

Oh right, she had forgotten that her eyes were covered by a cloth.

Charlie. She can’t die yet. There is something more important that I want to ask her,” said the white-haired old man, hurriedly walking over

man.

furrowed his brows and Cheyenne could tell that he was not entirely pleased with the old man opposing his

kill her,” he

hear what Mr. King

old man standing in front of him was the gut she and Iker had

She must know what the final level of the

Cheyenne healed Iker’s leg!

How was that possible?

was just a twenty-one-year-old young girl, and Iker’s leg was not only necrotic but also

regular doctors wouldn’t know that Iker was poisoned,

had truly

very few

prestigious families in Onistead were not

were all rigid and

mask specifically instructed Mr. King,

to you. Remember, don’t do anything

the old man seemed to be

assured, my only goal is the Thirteen

“Mm.”

masked man had indeed left… His footsteps grew fainter and eventually

of her was “Mr. King,” also dressed in a black robe with a wide brim hat that covered most of his

figure… She felt like she

through her mind. Cheyenne had a sudden realization, and her lips parted with a smile mingled with

“Granduncle, it’s really you!”

Cheyenne had figured out his identity. He didn’t deny it

questioned. As a member of the Edwards family, even if Granduncle had once

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