Claire bowed, saluted, and greeted Morin.

Morin nodded. He knew that Claire was a human, but he didn't intend to expose it now. He didn't plan to do anything, so he just nodded slightly.

Morin was a little surprised that Leia appeared here, and at this time, Claire's aura was filled with a strange aura that he couldn't explain.

It is similar to witchcraft, but completely different, as if it is another kind of strange and terrifying power, which is very strange.

Although Great Elder Haslaine and others came out to mediate everything on the scene and it seemed that everything had been reconciled, Bernis was still very afraid of Morin. He avoided his gaze and in many cases, he didn't even dare to look Morin in the eye.

After a brief conversation, Bernis left in a hurry. He left in such a hurry that not only did he not have the demeanor of a pureblood, he also did not have the bearing of an ordinary Asmonlei.

When leaving, Bernice still held Claire's hand tightly, not letting go at all, as if she was very afraid that Maureen would snatch Claire away.

At this time, the difference between Maureen and Bernice, two purebloods, was clear.

The Asmonlai around him exchanged glances and talked in low voices.

The Great Elder Haslaine and the Seventh Elder Monsi Yig looked at each other without saying a word. When the Third Elder Batoy saw this scene, his face became gloomy and he remained silent. However, he gripped the wine glass so tightly that his knuckles turned white, showing how uneasy he was inside.

Maureen's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Anne leave with Bernice.

His eyes suddenly turned to the figure next to Anne. It was a tall and handsome knight. Morin remembered that his name was Oren. Oren's face was stiff, indifferent and even wooden. He followed Claire, but seemed to be lurking in the shadows, giving people a sense of danger with murderous intent.

"Oren, and Claire..." Morin whispered their names, a faint blue light flashed in his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

The party was over, Maureen said goodbye to Lenny Harman and the others, then headed towards his own castle.

Morin sat in the carriage, his fingers tapping lightly on the wooden board, making a very rhythmic slight sound. The Werewolf Guards were driving the carriage, and the rippling sound of the carriage cut through the night sky and was clearly heard.

Morin returned to the castle and met Driss and the others. His eyes swept over Driss's back. Although Driss had changed into clean clothes, blood could still be seen on his back, which had been whipped fifty times.

"I want apple pie, fresh goat's milk, and roasted goose liver for breakfast tomorrow." Morin said softly. After giving the simple instructions, he walked towards his room.

Behind him were many servants from the lower tribes who bowed respectfully.

The next day, Morin got up, washed, and ate breakfast. He was very satisfied with his breakfast. At this moment, a round mark on his palm suddenly emitted a faint black light.

"Let me go to the royal city..." Mo Lin looked at the black mark on his palm and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He wiped his mouth gently with a handkerchief, then stood up, got on the werewolf guards' carriage again, and arrived at the royal city. In the hall of the royal city, the great elder Haslan was already waiting for him.

"Great Elder." Mo Lin bowed slightly.

"Molin." Haslaine looked at Morin with deep satisfaction and relief in his eyes, and said, "It's like this. I asked you to come here this time to tell you a piece of news. You can go to the library to check out more advanced subject knowledge."

"In the past, we always had many concerns and did not open all the advanced knowledge to our people. After this exploration of the ancient ruins, we realized that we were wrong. After all, if even Asmonlai no longer exists, then what is the use of keeping all those precious advanced knowledge?"

"So we have opened the library area. Except for some top-secret materials and extremely precious advanced subject knowledge that you cannot read, you can check out all the knowledge."

Haslaine spoke softly, his voice revealing an indescribable sigh. Then, he looked at Morin who was standing quietly in front of him and said, "Molin, you are a pureblood, and you are very good, so you can see more advanced knowledge and secrets."

"Go ahead, Maureen. I believe you won't be disappointed."

Haslaine's eyes were full of encouragement.

Morin was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the elders would actually open up the advanced knowledge. But when he thought about it, it made sense. After all, too many Asmonlai died in this exploration of the ancient ruins. The elders were not stupid and they certainly didn't want this scene to happen again. Letting Asmonlai watch and read the advanced knowledge was undoubtedly a good idea.

Maureen talked to Haslaine for a few words, then left the hall and headed toward the library area.

The drunken middle-aged man was still in charge of guarding the book collection area. He was wearing a black gown and reeked of alcohol. He looked very shabby and a little unruly.

"Oh... young... young Asmonlai, you, you are here again, I... remember you, you are... pure-blood... pure-blood." The middle-aged man whispered, his body swaying and he could hardly stand.

"My authority has been increased. I came to check some information and now come to complete the formalities."

Maureen said calmly.

"Okay... okay... no problem, no problem at all." The middle-aged man said this while shaking his body.

Soon, the formalities were completed and Morin walked into the book collection area.

There are many Asmonlai in the library area. They are looking through some precious materials and subject knowledge. Obviously, they came here after receiving the message from the elders, but they are not like Morin, who will receive a special summons from the great elder.

The Asmonlais discovered Morin and greeted him. Morin responded by walking to a bookshelf, taking out a book from the bookshelf, and began to read it slowly.

Days like this continued, and Morin stayed in the library. He read advanced knowledge and many secrets of the purgatory world for a long time. On the surface, he was still the same as usual, without any change, but in fact, Morin was absorbing the knowledge of the library at an astonishing speed.

Chip's database became more and more extensive, and his knowledge reserves reached an astonishing level.

The sound of a carriage came, and Morin got off the carriage and returned to the castle.

He spoke a few words to the werewolf guard, gave him some simple instructions, and then asked the werewolf guard to drive the carriage to the side.

Maureen was walking on the gravel path. He raised his head slightly and saw that the window of Anne's room was open. Anne was standing on the outer balcony, leaning over and drawing with a thin quill pen in her hand.

Anne's brows were slightly furrowed, and there were many balls of paper on the ground, showing her hesitation and entanglement when she was painting, as well as some chaotic emotions.

Next to her were two easels, covered with black cloth. It was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly.

"What are you painting?" Morin walked up, looked at the two easels and asked.

"Nothing, just some old friends." Anne said, she turned around, a smile appeared on her face, and said: "Didn't I say that I found some of my things, I think I should know who I am, I am very happy, very happy."

Mo Lin frowned slightly and said nothing.

"Maureen, can you do me a favor?" Anne suddenly asked.

Morin did not answer. His expression was indifferent and he just stood there.

Anne didn't seem to care. She looked at the two easels and said, "There are two paintings on these two easels. I don't like these two people. So, if one day you become strong enough, can you help me kill one of them?"

"Who should it be..." Anne thought, her hand moved to an easel, wanting to lift the black cloth covering it, but after slightly lifting the black cloth, Anne hesitated for a moment, walked to another easel, and lifted the black cloth.

As the black cloth was lifted, a figure emerged.

It was none other than the mother of nightmares.

But before that, Anne wanted to lift the black cloth on the first easel. She lifted a corner of the black cloth, and in the moment when the black cloth was slightly lifted, the figure on the easel flashed in the skylight.

She was Bernice's fiancée, whom Maureen had met not long ago.

It was Claire, the woman whose beauty was so heartbreaking, as beautiful as a blooming blood poppy.