Chapter 478 - 362: Mora "Giving Up" on Inheriting the Family Fortune_4
Chapter 478: Chapter 362: Mora “Giving Up” on Inheriting the Family Fortune_4
Noticing Lis’s somewhat odd expression, Mora was taken aback and asked curiously,
“Why did you suddenly start asking about this person?”
“Oh, I suspect this person is connected to the All Beast Church, and is very likely a follower of the church.”
Lis said indifferently, as if it were no big deal.
“Hmm?!”
Mora shuddered, having known from Lis about the mastermind behind last year’s Blood Sacrifice Chaos in the Lower City District. Thinking that he might have been in close contact with a follower of the Evil God, he felt somewhat frightened.
...
After all, such incidents had not occurred in Bright City, which was under the watch of the Dawn Church, for a long time.
The madness and terror of the Evil God believers were stories many had heard since childhood.
“Should I investigate it?”
Mora asked, but Lis waved his hand.
“No need, I’ll ask him myself!”
After confirming Count Pitry’s residence and basic situation, Lis used Space Transmission to go there directly.
Watching Lis suddenly disappear before his eyes, Mora clicked his tongue and once again felt the strength of Lis’s power.
Now, to Lis, followers of the Evil God meant nothing.
Feeling the widening gap between them, Mora steadied his mind.
I have to keep pushing myself; I can’t fall too far behind!
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Count Pitry Mansion,
This noble’s mansion was not located in the Noble District on Feis Street but on a quieter street further west.
It was a standard villa with a courtyard, its main body composed of gray-white marble walls. The walls bore several gray streaks left by rainwater, which added a sense of age and weathering.
Lis concealed his presence and slowly walked into the mansion.
In the garden and the hall, the servants, busy with their chores, did not notice Lis passing by their sides.
Count Pitry did not have a family or offspring, which was quite rare among the nobles of Bright City.
Lis had already locked onto his target, the man in the bedroom on the second floor, hiding his strength, was precisely Count Pitry.
Clearly, there was something off with this Count Pitry.
From the information from Mora, it had not been mentioned that Lord Count was an Extraordinary Professional with a strength that had reached the Silver Level.
Moreover, the Count’s technique of concealing his aura was extremely adept. If Lis had not known beforehand that there was something amiss and used his spiritual power to carefully scan the aura on him, he would not have easily noticed anything wrong.
Silver Level, huh?
Lis looked up directly above, frowning.
Even using “Human Charm” might not control Count Pitry.
After waiting for a moment and getting prepared, Lis did not delay further. A short range flash took him directly into the bedroom on the second floor.
The bedroom in front of him had no special decorations, with simple, plain light yellow bed sheets set against dark-toned walls and floors.
A middle-aged man, who looked like the likeness Lis had obtained, was standing by the window, seemingly examining the gardener’s skill in trimming the flower wall in the courtyard below.
Lis appeared behind him. Perhaps because he was too close, or perhaps the distinct aura from Lis affected him, Count Pitry seemed to notice something and turned around.
“You…”
Before Count Pitry could speak, the special glow emanating from Lis’s hand captivated his entire attention, and he was completely frozen in place.
Seven-Circle Confusion Control Magic “Forced Mind Control”!
This was a highly specialized spell with strong will-controlling capabilities, though its drawbacks were the high demands of casting and the permanent mental damage it caused to the controlled person.
But for Lis, a follower of the All Beast Church was not worth much concern.
After taking control of the man in front of him, Lis asked in a deep voice:
“Your name?”
“Kob Pitri.”
“Your true identity?”
“I am…”
Before Count Pitry could answer, his body suddenly ignited from the inside out with black-red flames, the terrifying temperature searing every part of his body. The extreme agony of burning made Pitry break free from Lis’s mental control.
“Heh heh…”
Looking at Lis standing before him, Count Pitry seemed to realize something, his eyes filled with resentfulness. Though he struggled to say something, his vocal cords were soon burnt out by the flames, and quickly his entire being fell silent.
“As expected!”
Lis was not surprised by the tragedy occurring before him, and he shook his head.
“However, it wasn’t without gain.”
A faint dark stream of air appeared in Lis’s hand, which flickered with white Spirit Light, continuously writhing and twitching.