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.

more important that I want to ask her,” said the

man.

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

not to kill her,”

wanted to hear what Mr.

old man standing in front of him

“Cheyenne cured Iker’s leg. She must know what the final level of the Thirteen Needles is. That’s why she can’t die just yet!” Upon hearing this, the man in the

Cheyenne healed Iker’s leg!

How was that possible?

was not only necrotic

know that Iker was poisoned, let alone be able to

had truly

no longer wanted to kill her. There were very few women who were as intelligent, beautiful, talented,

prestigious families in Onistead were not as interesting

were all rigid

in the mask specifically instructed Mr. King, walking out of the

leave her to you. Remember, don’t do anything to hurt her.

given this command, the old man seemed to be

only goal is the Thirteen Needles… until I obtain that thing, I

“Mm.”

indeed left… His footsteps grew

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

felt like she had seen him

had a sudden realization, and her lips parted with a smile mingled with a hint of

“Granduncle, it’s really you!”

out his identity. He didn’t deny it and slowly removed his hat, revealing a familiar

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

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