The Duke closed his eyes briefly.
When he opened his eyes again, they had turned into blood-red vertical pupils.
"Put it back where it is." His voice was filled with suppressed anger.
Conrad couldn't help but look worriedly at the Duke's chest, fearing that the platinum dragon's heart might unleash its breath, causing His Highness to spew it out...
Conrad quickly rolled up the Holy Dragon family's genealogy and left the study.
As soon as Conrad left, the Duke immediately took out the communication crystal used for contact.
A beam of light shone from the crystal, and the blond Albert slowly raised his head, just like a thousand years ago, making harmless jokes with his blood brother.
“Oh, Arthur, my dear brother. It’s quite a surprise that you’ve thought of contacting me to reconnect.”
Arthur stared at Albert's face with a grim expression and asked, enunciating each word clearly, "What did you do to Anyana?"
Albert calmly held the quill pen and scribbled down instructions for his subordinates.
These instructions were then taken away by the necromancer standing by the desk and delivered to each of the awakened undead lords.
"I didn't do anything, I just sent her to where she should have gone a long time ago."
After signing the new scroll, Albert looked up and said in a calm, almost cold voice, "Arthur, she owes Father and Mother an apology."
Arthur's forehead vein throbbed.
As if to suppress his anger, he closed his eyes, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Albert, that is the only remaining bloodline of the Holy Dragon."
Albert looked at Arthur without any emotion and said calmly, "No, since 1000 years ago, you are the only one left with the bloodline of the Holy Dragon in this world."
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