Chapter 669: Self-Surrendered Heterogeneous Demon

Chapter 669: Self-Surrendering Heterogeneous Demon

"Drip... drip... drip..."

In his dreams, that familiar sound of dripping water echoed by his ear once more. Kaelen opened his eyes and saw the [Scythe of War] swaying back and forth right in front of him.

There was no panic, no fear, not even any disgust or aversion; Kaelen's gaze gradually softened from tranquility, as if greeting an old friend.

Then he closed his eyes and returned to sleep, and the "drip" sound gradually faded away.

Some things, once experienced enough times, naturally become second nature to adapt to.

Upon waking up, dusk was approaching. The sleep had been shorter than he anticipated, but the quality was excellent. Sitting up, Kaelen turned his head to look at the cigarettes on the nightstand and the ashtray his uncle had prepared, suddenly feeling a sensation in his heart that failing to smoke one here and make a bit of a mess would be wasting his uncle's loving care.

But this was Richard's room after all, and besides, Kaelen himself did not have the habit of smoking in bedrooms.

Leaving the bed and walking toward the bedroom door, a "rustling" commotion came from outside, like an actor who, upon hearing the prompter's urgent cue, began making final preparations for entering the stage, appearing slightly flustered.

Kaelen deliberately slowed his pace, waiting for the noise to subside before opening the bedroom door.

Delon, who was sitting on a chair with his back to the bedroom door, put down the newspaper in his hand, took off his glasses, and turned sideways to look at Kaelen as if he had just heard the movement of the door opening, speaking in a very calm voice:

"You are awake, did you sleep well?"

"I slept very well, Grandfather."

Delon took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, a smile spreading across his face, and when he tried to pull it back he found he could not stop it, leaving him with no choice but to keep on smiling.

Kaelen pointed toward the washroom outside and said, "Grandfather, I will go wash up a bit, and then I will accompany you for a chat."

"Good, good, fine."

The moment Kaelen walked into the washroom and closed the door, Delon immediately stood up and waved his hand rapidly at Madame Tangli in the living room downstairs!

Madame Tangli, who had originally been sitting below drinking tea, could not help but roll her eyes; the old fellow's movements right now were exactly like a dancing gorilla.

Very quickly, Madame Tangli walked up carrying a set of fresh clothes.

Seeing what his wife was holding, Delon immediately said, "Tea, pastries, fruit—Kaelen is going to chat with me in a moment."

"Didn't you two chat this morning?" Madame Tangli asked.

"Where would I have found the time to chat this morning!"

He had spent the entire morning purely managing his facial expressions.

"I will bring it up to you right away. Those who know would think you are chatting with your grandson; those who don't would think you are going to seek an audience with the High Priest."

"I actually wouldn't be this excited to see the High Priest."

"Heh, look at how capable you think you are."

Madame Tangli walked to the washroom door, knocked lightly, and said, "Kaelen, are you going to take a shower? The fresh clothes are placed here, and a new bath towel is here too, open the door and take them yourself."

"Alright, Grandmother."

Setting the things down, Madame Tangli gently swayed her hands and walked back downstairs, in an exceptionally good mood.

How to describe this feeling?

She and her husband were like a pair of lonely, elderly people, whose cold house had suddenly been filled with something to depend on and warmth.

Though this kind of thinking was unfair to the other children, Madame Tangli did not care about all that; her own happiness was what mattered most, and she disliked wrapping herself in moral guilt.

...

Standing under the showerhead, Kaelen let the warm water gently rinse his body, having to admit that at this very moment, he felt the atmosphere of a family once again.

When Grandmother brought the clothes just now, it instantly made Kaelen recall Aunt Mary; she would also prepare clean clothes before family members took a bath.

And so, he was fortunate—waking up from one sleep to live in the Inmerles home, and now, waking up from another sleep in the Guman home.

Turning off the shower, Kaelen picked up the bath towel and began to dry his body, while looking at himself in the mirror.

Delon was currently the bishop in charge of the various formation departments in this grand district. Having reconciled with him, it could almost be viewed in a roundabout way that one of his own hands grasped the formation system of this entire district;

This was a technical position, and the characteristic of a technical position was that it usually lacked presence and never stole the spotlight on ordinary days, yet when it truly went wrong, the impact was the most colossal.

In an extreme scenario, he now essentially possessed the capability to paralyze and seal off the entire York City Grand District.

The reason Kaelen previously felt there was no necessity to reconcile with Delon was that he would not scheme against his own family and friends for the sake of benefits; but conversely, he would not hypocritically and deliberately ignore the assistance his family and friends could bring him.

Coupled with Susi's trust and Burn's approval, his influence in the York City Grand District could be said to cover all aspects;

His original core squad, with the exception of anomalous cases like Philomena, had basically all moved up in rank. Before long, he would be able to rely on them to obtain a more precise and powerful subordinate force.

Once the Dark Moon Warriors arrived, if everything went smoothly, he would also possess a mobile team independent of the sacred church system.

Even though the time for Lasma to condense the godhead fragment was drawing closer and closer, the speed on his own side was likewise not slow.

Winter had arrived again. When he first came to Wien, winter had not entirely passed, so who could have climbed to such a position within a grand district under the jurisdiction of Order in the short span of less than a year?

Where would he be a year from now?

"I must thank you, Lasma." Kaelen looked at himself in the mirror with a smile, "It was you who gave me motivation."

What Grandmother had prepared for him were casual clothes; as for the sacred robe he originally wore, Grandmother would wash it and have her husband repair the embedded formations before letting Xili bring it back to his residence.

Kaelen walked out of the washroom and returned to the bedroom.

Delon sat beside the bedroom desk, upon which tea and pastries had been placed.

Kaelen walked in, and before Delon could reach for the teapot, he extended his hand first to pick it up and pour the water.

"Your grandmother reminded me that some questions are inconvenient for me to ask, but I don't know what is convenient and what is inconvenient either. Why don't you answer based on your convenience?"

"Alright, Grandfather."

"Before you came to Wien, did you have a good life?"

"I lived very well. The family ran a funeral parlor, business was decent, and my uncle, aunt, and aunt-in-law all took great care of me. We got along very harmoniously and warmly."

Delon nodded with gratification, then asked, "What about him then? I am asking about your grandfather."

Kaelen fell silent for a brief moment.

Delon raised his head slightly and asked, "Is this... inconvenient to answer?"

"My grandfather was the person in this world who treated me the best."

Though praising his own grandfather like this in front of his maternal grandfather was somewhat inappropriate and a bit inconsiderate of his maternal grandfather's feelings, on the matter of how his grandfather had treated him, Kaelen could discard all propriety;

Dis was, indeed, the person in this world who treated him the best.

Delon did not show the slightest expression of displeasure; instead, he laughed: "I really never expected that he, too, could be a kind grandfather, haha."

He had thought that man would remain icy and arrogant to the very end.

Delon reached up to pat his own forehead, mocking himself: What on earth am I thinking, he is a human too, and once he possesses family members he needs to protect, he would surely become kind.

Then, Delon suddenly found that there seemed to be nothing left to ask. He had clearly prepared a very detailed mental outline just now, but now it felt as if he had forgotten it all.

The setting sun poured through the window, falling precisely upon the grandson sitting diagonally opposite him. Delon looked over, unconsciously beginning to search for traces of his daughter on Kaelen's body.

Probably every elder had played the game when a younger generation was just born: "This part looks like the father" and "this part looks like the mother."

Kaelen did not forcefully find topics to warm up the room either. Seeing the shimmering light in Delon's eyes and his slightly moist eye sockets, he sat there silently, letting time flow by slowly.

And so, the grandfather and grandson sat just like that for half an hour.

Delon finally broke free from his previous state of mind, cleared his throat, and decided he really ought to say or ask something to fill the silence. Forcing himself to speak, he blurted out:

"Karen, are you short on points vouchers?"

"Uh... no."

"Oh..."

The old man's tone carried a hint of disappointment; he realized that his old methods of dealing with his grandson Richard simply did not work on the grandson before him.

Fortunately, the old man's watch chimed at that moment, signaling that someone from the outside had entered the property

The small refrigerator did not run on electricity; instead, it featured an array of cooling formations meticulously etched within—a staggering extravagance, though how else was one to convey a sense of high refinement?

In truth, following the modifications orchestrated by Neo, this secondhand Pence sedan no longer burned a drop of fuel, its propulsion derived entirely from energy stones.

Perhaps ten minutes slipped by, just as the first glass of ice water was drained, when Karen turned his face toward the window and caught sight of a woman dressed as a streetwalker, striding briskly in this direction.

An attire of that nature was a candid proclamation, letting any onlooker know they were free to approach and inquire after her price.

Yet women of her trade generally frequented hotels and bustling commercial districts, seldom appearing here, for the locals in these parts simply could not afford them.

The heavily made-up woman looked back over her shoulder at intervals as she approached, and upon reaching the side of the vehicle, she yanked open the rear door and slipped inside, whereupon a sweep of her hand dispersed a flurry of glittering powder that instantly clung to the surroundings, weaving a commonplace barrier of concealment.

She intended to use the automobile as a blind, escaping whatever pursuit dogging her steps.

Then, with a fluid shift, she reclined sideways, resting her weight directly across Karen’s lap, and licked her lips at him as a seductive gleam flared in her eyes—a rather rudimentary form of mental hypnosis.

"My, I never imagined you would be quite so handsome; rest assured, once big sister evades those fellows hot on my heels, I shall reward you handsomely and let you experience the true pleasure of being a man."

Immediately following this, the woman shifted her posture, caught sight of the small refrigerator, and gasped in surprise:

"To think a battered car like this would actually possess an onboard fridge."

She reached out to open the refrigerator door, intending to retrieve the bottle of red wine kept inside, but the moment her hand slipped into the interior, she instantly sensed something amiss; this was no mechanical refrigeration, for across the four inner walls, the distinct tracery of magic arrays was faintly swirling!

Just as shock gripped the woman, the owner of the very thighs she was currently resting upon—the handsome youth she presumed to have "controlled" with her bewitchment—uttered a quiet remark:

"The wine glasses are at the very back."