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.

There is something more important that I want to ask her,” said

man.

that he was not entirely pleased with the

reason not to kill

what Mr.

man standing in front of him was

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

Cheyenne healed Iker’s leg!

How was that possible?

young girl, and Iker’s leg was not only necrotic

wouldn’t know that Iker was poisoned, let alone be able

had truly

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

the prestigious families in Onistead were not as

were all

the mask specifically instructed Mr. King, walking

do anything to hurt her. I’ve changed my

man seemed to be

the Thirteen Needles… until I obtain

“Mm.”

had indeed left… His footsteps grew fainter and eventually disappeared without

Standing in front of her was “Mr. King,” also dressed in a black robe with a wide brim hat that covered most of his face. Cheyenne squinted her eyes, trying to adapt to

she had

sudden realization, and her lips parted with a smile

“Granduncle, it’s really you!”

seemingly surprised that Cheyenne had figured out his identity. He didn’t deny it and slowly

if Granduncle had once betrayed

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