Chapter 880 The Remdik Emperor

By then, Jonathan had brought the blue vial to his lips.

However, the coffin's words frightened him so much that he halted urgently. Realizing what he had almost done, he swiftly set the vial down.

Due to his body's desire for the blue Holy Blood, he nearly consumed it instinctively.

Looking down at the vial in his hand, Jonathan discovered that the fragrant scent wafting from the opening had gotten stronger.

It felt as though a woman was beckoning at him through a curtain of haze. Truth be told, it was a tough invitation to turn down.

Stamping out the overwhelming craving for the blue liquid, Jonathan stuck the cork into the opening.

At the same time, Ksana, who was on the ground, abruptly opened her eyes.

Ding!

A string of sparks ignited, casting bright golden scintillations in front of Jonathan.

Ksana gripped an extremely short dagger as she stood several meters away from him.

“Hey, I saved your life. Aren't you being too cold-blooded for attacking me the second you wake up?” he complained with a frown.

It was then that Ksana recognized Jonathan and finally dropped her guard.

With a light leap, she landed near the fire and took a cigar from her storage ring before picking up a piece of burning wood and lighting her cigar with it.

The woman looked incredibly bold as she took long drags after long drags on her cigar, looking nothing like the patient who was on the verge of death a while ago.

“You're an interesting character. You nearly died earlier, and now you're smoking a cigar as though none of that happened. Are all Remdikian women like you?” Jonathan remarked.

Ksana tilted her head to look at him and inhaled a lungful of her cigar before passing it to him.

“Want one?” she asked.

“No thanks. I'm not interested.” Jonathan declined her offer with a wave of his hand.

Jonathan's hand. Within his palm, the light blue Holy Blood appeared magical under the illumination of the dancing

wrist and kept the vial

at

vial of Holy Blood tightly. With that thing, my

hand on the ground to prop up her body before inching closer to

curse. With it in your

deep breath before slowly saying, “Ksana, the cigar smell on

by his request but soon grinned as she returned

cigar before gazing at the

on the brink of death all year round has neither pride nor humility. The woman that you're seeing now is the

did not skirt around the truth as she told him about her

Blood.” Coffin's voice sounded in Jonathan's

question after a brief contemplation. “Ksana, how did Holy Blood come about? What about the witch you

witch,”

as a large piece of

from human flesh. Do

eyed the bright red piece of ham and downed

it then if it's not witch?” he

for the first time one thousand five hundred years ago. He's

casual, yet Jonathan was

sure that he had heard the name

reminder, he finally recalled the renowned

unfamiliar with the name Alexievich, but the Remdik Emperor was a prominent figure in

of a human, the Remdik Emperor was

records, the Remdik Emperor was merely a lord

of servants he had was

were many kings in the vast lands of Remdik, each having states and governments of their

a small state under

the tyrant king went hunting on a whim. As he passed the Remdik Emperor's

the tyrant king, the Remdik

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