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The sound belonged to the White Muraco Clan's alarm bell.

Since it was a dangerous time, the sound of the alarm bell caused everyone to have a strong sense of crisis. The

clan members quickly got out of bed and gathered in the clan leader's house.

Zeke was the only person in the village who knew the meaning of this alarm bell. It was to announce the return of

the clan leader, Andres, and the death of Progenitor.

Just as Zeke was about to head toward the room, Erwen and Yazmin came looking for him.

“Hold on, Mr. Williams. May I ask where you are going?” one of them asked.

“The White Muraco Clan's alarm bell rang. I'd like to check out the situation,” Zeke said.

Erwen said anxiously, “Mr. Williams, I think it's best for you to not go in there. This bell is probably sounded by Mr.

Jeremiah to discuss the matter of the Black Muraco Clan with the clan members. If you go in there, he'll probably

target you.”

Nonetheless, Zeke said, “It's fine.”

Without giving Erwen a chance to continue persuading him, Zeke headed straight toward the clan leader's house.

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After all, he was the Great Marshall. No one could order him to do anything.

Erwen and Yazmin were exasperated.

“Zeke is so aloof. He never listens to what others says.”

“Exactly. No one can change his mind once it's made up.”

“Hmph. Erwen, you must win him over as soon as possible and make him fall head over heels for you. I'd like to see

if he'll still put on that grumpy expression of his.”

“What are you talking about, Yazmin? I-I'm not talking to you anymore.”

With that, the two women followed behind Zeke and entered the clan leader's house.

The house was packed with the White Muraco Clan members.

All of them were abuzz with speculation since they did not understand why they were gathered in the middle of the

night.

Shortly after, Jeremiah rushed over.

Someone from the crowd asked, “Mr. Jeremiah, why did you gather everyone? What's the matter?”

To their surprise, Jeremiah shook his head. “I didn't sound the alarm bell.”

The crowd was stunned, puzzled by his words. “Who could it be then, if not you?”

“The only people who're qualified to sound the clan leader's bell are the clan leader, me, and Holy Maiden,”

Jeremiah explained.

“Could it be Holy Maiden then?” someone asked.

Everyone's eyes fell on Erwen, who shook her head. “It wasn't me. I've just arrived.”

The crowd launched into a more heated discussion.

It's neither Mr. Jeremiah nor Holy Maiden. Could it be someone who played with it?

“Please be quiet, everyone.” Right then, a raspy voice traveled from the clan leader's room.

Immediately after that, a white bearded man walked out.

Everyone was shocked to see the newcomer.

It was the clan leader, Andres.

But why does Mr. Andres look so old all of a sudden? He had only disappeared for a few days. What's going on?

Jeremiah quickly approached Andres and asked cautiously, “Mr. Andres, w-what happened to you?”

Andres let out a sigh that sounded full of grief. “It's a long story. Do you people have any idea where I've been and

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what I've been up to all this while?”

The villagers asked carefully, “Mr. Andres, didn't you say you went hunting for medicinal herbs?”

Andres shook his head. “You're wrong. I've actually been staying by Progenitor's side all this while.”

Progenitor?

Curious, one of the villagers asked, “I heard Progenitor likes a quiet environment, and it doesn't like to have anyone

disturb it. So, why would you be there?”

“Because Progenitor was injured terribly and was on the verge of death. I've been using my Soul Blood to treat its

wounds. The reason I look this old is that I lost two drops of my Soul Blood,” Andres explained.

What?

The villagers' mind blown.

Progenitor is severely injured? And it's on the brink of death? But Progenitor is the life force of the White Muraco

Clan. If it's injured, then the life force of the White Muraco Clan will be harmed as well.

The villagers asked immediately, “Mr. Andres, what's Progenitor's condition now? Have its wounds recovered?”

Andres sighed. “Unfortunately, Progenitor was severely injured. Even though I used two drops of my Soul Blood, I

still couldn't save it. I'm sorry, but Progenitor is already...”

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