That's right, that's the real point.
Victor is Priscilla's adoptive father!
Victor's status in the kingdom was already self-evident.
Both morally and logically, virtually all the nobles in the kingdom should thank Victor.
Without Victor, they would have faced two unavoidable crises.
One instance was during a demi-human invasion, at an auction in the Cassidra commercial district.
Another instance involved a scheme by the Kingdom of August and Laureen, in which all the nobles of the Kingdom above the rank of earl were present.
In both of these incidents, Victor genuinely saved them twice.
As a result, after Victor's death, the nobles did not consider how to repay his life-saving grace with special care.
Instead, he was always thinking about how to expel his adopted daughter from the country.
Although family members know their own affairs.
They were prejudiced against Priscilla because Count Laureen was a vampire.
But to outsiders, Priscilla was Victor's daughter.
Their behavior is like that of a pack of ungrateful wretches.
Even with Victor 'dead,' they might still be able to fool others by claiming that Priscilla is Laureen's daughter.
But now that Victor has returned, how will they cope?
Therefore, Earl Willis's voice began to tremble, and he struggled to utter even a complete sentence:
“Count Viktor, of course, no problem…”
He spoke these words with his face turning red, as if he had used all his strength.
But despite saying it, the resentment in his heart never stopped.
Now, they've fallen to this state, all because of the Marquis of Sancher.
If he hadn't orchestrated this attack by the nobles, they wouldn't have fallen into this trap.
Even in the end, they will not believe that their greed caused this incident.
Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, the Marquis of Sancher suddenly spoke:
“That is, Count Victor.”
The sound immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Lia also stopped smiling and frowned as she looked at Sancher beside her.
What's going on?
The situation has stabilized; as long as Victor appears, they have already won.
Sancher can just sit back and wait to win.
But why is he speaking now?
What kind of trouble are they going to cause this time?
Then, Sancher said in a deep voice:
“Before we discuss you and your daughter, I want to say this.”
At this moment, Viktor's gaze also turned to Sancher, following the sound of his voice, and watched as he calmly continued speaking:
"There is someone I think you should meet."
Someone? Who?
What happened now?
As Marquis Sancher suddenly spoke, a thick cloud of doubt enveloped everyone present.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.
What's going on? Is there a twist in the story?
Immediately afterwards, as if to match this sudden change, the temperature inside the church plummeted.
The chill was like an uninvited guest, sweeping over everyone with a biting, cold wind.
As the chilly wind swept through, the kingdom's nobles involuntarily hunched their shoulders.
The hairs on his body stood on end instantly under the onslaught of this eerie wind.
A cold wind swept through, causing even the candles hanging from the edges of the giant pillars inside the church to flicker, as if they would suddenly go out at any moment.
At that moment, the interior of the church was plunged into a deathly silence, as if even the sounds in the air were swallowed up by the chilling atmosphere.
Suddenly, a series of crisp tapping sounds of a walking stick rang out, followed by a steady, powerful thud of footsteps.
As time went on, the sound became clearer and louder.
Although it may sound distant, every step was awe-inspiring to the nobles of the kingdom.
The next instant, the mysterious and empty footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
A biting, eerie wind swept through the church, performing a wild dance for this sacred place.
At the same time, a wisp of damp, green smoke quietly emanated from behind the nobles.
As the cold wind blew, the smoke quickly became thicker.
It was as if a ghostly flower bloomed in the air, outlining a distant and mysterious passage.
Count Willis felt a chill down his spine and turned around in shock.
At this moment, all the nobles present knew who had arrived.
As the eerie green smoke gradually dissipated, a familiar, hunched old man emerged from the deep passage.
His figure is more hunched than it was ten years ago, to the point that he can't even straighten his back now.
The wrinkles on his face were dense, and the spots on his skin were particularly noticeable.
His eyebrows bore the marks of time, and his eyes had become more cloudy.
But the moment the old man appeared, not a single noble in the room dared to breathe loudly.
He could only stare wide-eyed, frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief.
Upon seeing the old man, Count Willis's body began to tremble, filled with panic.
Finally, he hurriedly knelt on one knee and paid his respects to the old man with utmost respect:
"Grand Duke Barlow!"
Festan Barlow, the only duke in the Kingdom of Kant,
His status is so high that even the current king cannot compare to him.
He was the last guardian of the kingdom, and if the old man wanted, he was fully qualified to replace the king directly.
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