Chapter 007

Greenland rushed in in a flurry: "Sir, it's bad! Piatti's men have dismantled Nierang's stronghold!" Becker smiled unhurriedly: "That reckless fellow! When that yellow-skinned man returns, won't he tear him apart? Where is he now?" "He has gone to Lord Pusatick's place." Greenland was well-informed. "Where is he now?" "He has gone to Lord Pusatick's place." Greenland was well-informed. Becker pondered for a moment: "This is not a good thing. Although Nierang is likely the culprit, having one more enemy means we have one more ally. However, this is truly a disaster for the entire Camarilla. Without the Camarilla, we have no support!" Becker shook his head helplessly: "The new cannot be trusted, and the old is under suspicion..." Greenland quietly reminded him: "Aren't the Spenwick group in need of a comparison? Just right..." Greenland quietly reminded him: "Aren't the Spenwick group in need of a comparison? Just right..." Becker gently nodded.

On the last row of bookshelves, there were scattered ancient parchment scrolls, and if there were no clues on these somewhat faded scrolls, then her efforts would truly be in vain. The Chief Justice picked up a bundle of scrolls tied with hemp rope, which had been soaked in the blood of some animal, turning black due to the passage of time. The Chief Justice knew that this hemp rope was, in fact, a highly powerful magical lock. She carefully followed the method passed down by the previous Chief Justice to untie the rope. The process of unlocking was intricate and complex; not only did the incantation need to be correct, but the gestures had to perfectly align with the incantation. Any slight error could turn the entire secret area into a dead zone! These unlocking methods were orally transmitted by successive Chief Justices, and even the elders were not entirely clear about them. Not only did the incantation need to be correct, but the gestures had to perfectly align with the incantation. Any slight error could turn the entire secret area into a dead zone! These unlocking methods were orally transmitted by successive Chief Justices, and even the elders were not entirely clear about them

Piaty settled down at Lord Pusatik's antique castle. He held great respect for Lord Pusatik, as within the blood clan, characterized by strict hierarchies and cold inter-tribal relations, the only elder who could converse with the subordinates of www.hetushu.com as if they were friends was Lord Pusatik.

Although Piati was rescued, the restrictions placed upon him could not be lifted by anyone. The constraints devised by Nie Rang, which combined Eastern mysticism and Western dark magic, were unique to him, and no one understood them, thus no one could confidently assist Piati in removing these restrictions. Piati was eager to seek out Lord Pusatik, but explaining to him how he ended up in this predicament posed a significant challenge. Although Lord Pusatik held him in high regard, Nie Rang had always enjoyed almost unconditional trust within the Senate; otherwise, he would have been apprehended long ago, and it would not be possible for him to be wandering about as he was now. Piati was very much inclined to approach Lord Pusatik, yet the difficulty of explaining his current state was a pressing issue. The trust placed in Nie Rang was not without reason; from the initial suspicions regarding his residence to the now rock-solid confidence, it was not only because Nie Rang was the most formidable predator but also due to the considerable efforts he had invested. Piati lay flat for a long time, and to be honest, this position was not conducive to deep thought. He rarely contemplated issues while sleeping, and this posture felt quite unsettling to him. The trust placed in Nie Rang was not without reason; from the initial suspicions regarding his residence to the now rock-solid confidence, it was not only because Nie Rang was the most formidable predator but also due to the considerable efforts he had invested. Piati lay flat for a long time, and to be honest, this position was not conducive to deep thought. He rarely contemplated issues while sleeping, and this posture felt quite unsettling to him.

Spinewick received a phone call, nodded in response a few times, then turned to look at the laboratory behind him. He instructed a subordinate beside him with a few words and hurriedly left. In just over ten minutes, he found himself inside the shiphouse that had turned into ruins. He searched carefully, convinced that he would be able to find what he was looking for. Indeed, hard work pays off; half an hour later, he lifted a plank and extracted a strand of black hair from the crevice within. Spinewick smiled with satisfaction, took out a notebook from his pocket, and carefully tucked the hair inside.

The Chief Justice was unaware of all this; she had remained in the library without coming out. Even without food or water, she would not perish, as she was continuously searching for clues. The conflicts among her three carnivorous subordinates were of no concern to her, or perhaps she understood the root cause of the discord and aimed to resolve the issue at its source

Lord Pusatik's eyes were still veiled with the black sand symbolizing seclusion. Upon seeing the disheveled new enforcer, his brows furrowed: "What have you done? What happened, did you encounter a high-level exorcist?" Piati thought to himself, if I had encountered an exorcist, would I still need to come to you? His brows knitted again: "What have you done? What happened, did you encounter a high-level exorcist?" Piati thought to himself, if I had encountered an exorcist, would I still need to come to you? He forced a smile: "No, I encountered the most powerful enforcer." He decided to be honest: "I trespassed into someone else's residence and was enforced by our most powerful enforcer: the punishment is indefinite imprisonment!" Lord Pusatik chuckled and said: "Oh, when did your Gangrel family become so humorous?" Piati smiled wryly: "Perhaps because most of us live in France..." Piati honestly explained why he had ended up like this. After listening, Lord Pusatik said nothing, extending his hand to press on Piati's body. Piati felt nothing anymore; he knew Lord Pusatik was 'diagnosing' him.

Half a minute later, Lord Pusatik withdrew his hand, yet his brow remained furrowed: "Piyati, I fear you did not come here for me to lift this restriction, did you?" Piyati's heart sank, and his speech became unnatural. Lord Pusatik glanced at him: "Nerang has some small tricks that are truly effective; we all know that. Even we cannot unravel them. According to his words, this is called, um, 'the one who ties the bell must untie it'!" Lord Pusatik finally recalled this difficult and obscure phrase. "Speak honestly, what else have you done?" Piyati suddenly felt that his small tricks were utterly exposed before such a wise elder, and he awkwardly smiled: "My lord, it is like this; my subordinates are incompetent and have destroyed Nerang's home..." A flash of red light appeared in Lord Pusatik's eyes, "Speak honestly, what else have you done?" Piyati felt that his small tricks were utterly exposed before such a wise elder, and he awkwardly smiled: "My lord, it is like this; my subordinates are incompetent and have destroyed Nerang's home..." A flash of red light appeared in Lord Pusatik's eyes, and Piyati's voice immediately diminished. "Nonsense!" The lord was somewhat angry: "That is his greatest and only secret; even we, even the entire Camarilla, do not touch it, you all!" He shook his head helplessly: "Since it has come to this, there is nothing to be done now. Let me think, what can be done!" He glared fiercely at Piyati: "Are you scared now?" Piyati blinked and remained silent. "Nonsense!" The lord was somewhat angry: "That is his greatest and only secret; even we, even the entire Camarilla, do not touch it, you all!" He shook his head helplessly: "Since it has come to this, there is nothing to be done now. Let me think, what can be done!" He glared fiercely at Piyati: "Are you scared now?" Piyati blinked and remained silent.

In the end, he still decided to seek help from Lord Pusatik. In truth, he knew that Lord Pusatik had little means to assist him, as Nie Rang was the most powerful predator, and his restrictions were difficult to break even for the elders. Without certainty, Lord Pusatik would not dare to take risks. Although the hope was slim, he still resolved to go. He did not genuinely expect Lord Pusatik to lift his restrictions; he had already witnessed the power of the most formidable predator. Now, he needed to find a refuge before Nie Rang returned—to escape the wrathful punishment for the destruction of his lair. At the very least, Lord Pusatik could stand against Nie Rang. The pressing issue now was how to explain to the lord why he had trespassed into Nie Rang's secret residence, a place that even the elders had refused to disclose.

An elderly vampire dressed in an English butler's uniform stepped forward, bowing to the enforcer before gesturing for him to enter. The assistants hurriedly lifted Piatti to carry him inside, but the butler raised a hand to stop them. He glanced at Piatti lying on the bed, seemingly unfazed by his peculiarities. The old butler waved his hand, and the assistants looked down at their superior. Piatti scanned the room with his eyes, prompting the assistants to withdraw. The old butler extended his hand, and a surge of energy lifted Piatti. With one hand supporting Piatti, the old butler carried him inside, while the assistants followed to the doorway. With a loud clang, the iron door closed tightly behind them.

Lord Pusatik's residence has just been visited by Nierang. It is a villa situated by the mountains and water, boasting beautiful scenery. Located on a small hill beside a large lake, the entire villa resembles a medieval giant's castle, with thick outer walls and uneven doorways. However, Lord Pusatik has incorporated many modern elements, such as the use of metal materials and a large awning resembling a ship's sail. The entire villa resembles a medieval giant's castle, with thick outer walls and uneven doorways; however, Lord Pusatik has incorporated many modern elements, such as the use of metal materials and a large awning resembling a ship's sail.

Spinewick sat in a building of a renowned medical institution, fiddling with his black iron short spear. Behind him was a glass-paneled door, with a sign above it reading "Laboratory." Inside were three scientists and four of his subordinates. Everything was ready, and Spinewick was quietly waiting. At that moment, a person burst through the entrance of the building, striding confidently towards Spinewick. He bowed slightly, placing his right hand on his chest, and extended his left hand: "My lord, we have obtained it!" Spinewick nodded: "There were no issues, right?" The subordinate hesitated for a moment: "You know, this is against the rules. Our forced intervention can only subdue the guards of the morgue, but we cannot kill them; otherwise, it would be difficult to explain to Lord Becker!" "The lord has already said, at all costs!" Spinewick glanced at the door behind him: "Take it in!"

"Do not leave just yet; stay here with me. When Nie Rang returns, I will mediate for you together with Judge Caroline." He sighed, "The meat eaters are currently in such a situation; you and Nie Rang must not come into conflict again!"

The three scientists, trembling with fear, looked at the small box in the man's hand. Upon opening the box, they found two glass slides pressed together, containing a tiny speck of black substance. A gun barrel nudged them from behind, prompting the three to hurriedly begin their work

This villa, Piatti has visited a few times, but it is his first time being brought in by someone. Lord Pusatick is the only elder who receives guests in the living room; he seems unconcerned about the threat that daylight poses to the bloodline, while the reception rooms of the other elders are all located underground

The elderly steward, Thornley, arranged a guest room for him. After all, it was the estate of an elder, and even though it was merely an ordinary guest room, it was adorned exquisitely, with gilded ceiling murals, tall wooden window frames, and a copper fireplace where a log was burning brightly, driving away the winter chill. In fact, this room was a luxury for him; he could not move anyway, so having such a fine room was a waste. The steward would arrive punctually at nine o'clock every evening, lift him from the bed, and place him by the large window. The clear moonlight would pour in, illuminating him; the moonlight was the fundamental energy source for all dark creatures. Like humans basking in the sun, bathing in moonlight was greatly beneficial for his recovery.

For Piatti's comfort, the assistants drove him to the entrance in a long black sedan. After the announcement, Piatti let out a hum, and the assistants immediately propped up the bed he was lying on, a position that was quite uncomfortable. They waited for about half an hour, and finally, the gate of the villa opened. A lifelike rose made of red metal wire was entwined on the black gate—this was the emblem of the Toreador family, of which Lord Pusatick was the head, and this place was also the stronghold of the Toreador family. They waited for about half an hour, and finally, the gate of the villa opened. A lifelike rose made of red metal wire was entwined on the black gate—this was the emblem of the Toreador family, of which Lord Pusatick was the head, and this place was also the stronghold of the Toreador family