"Is this why you placed our Night lineage as your optimal choice?"
Eros looked at Isabella before him, speaking with relaxed leisure.
Isabella hummed in affirmation, a trace of hope in her tone:
"As descendants of the Goddess of Night, your Night lineage should have a way to help us sever our connection to the bloodline of the Augustine family, right?"
Eros chuckled softly, his tone carefree:
"We can not only help you cut off the connection in your bloodline, but also help you conceal your Spirit-Blessed constitutions to the point where even the weird and abnormal cannot discover them."
Isabella’s pupils dilated slightly, her breathing growing somewhat hurried:
"Then do you agree to the second transaction I proposed just now?"
"As long as your Night lineage is willing to swear by the Goddess of Night to promise us protection, I will tell you the precise location of that second Divine Kingdom fragment right away."
The expression on Eros’s face receded. He looked at Isabella before him and said calmly:
"You have to think this through clearly. Accepting the protection of our Night lineage means bearing the corresponding troubles—for instance, being hunted down across the entire Croatian Continent."
Isabella hesitated for a moment, and only after a long silence did she grit her teeth:
"I’ve thought it through. Since you have been able to stay hidden for tens of thousands of years, it’s impossible that we’ll get exposed the moment we join!"
The corners of Eros’s mouth turned up: "Joining our glorious and majestic Night Clan might just be the most correct decision you’ve made in your life."
Isabella’s mouth twitched, squeezing out a forced smile: "Does that mean you are willing to agree to that transaction just now?"
Eros rubbed his chin, pondering: "Agree to half!"
Isabella froze, rendered momentarily at a loss. Only after a good while did she frown and ask:
"What do you mean by that?"
Eros thought for a bit and said: "I received news earlier that the Royal Family is currently collecting Spirit-Blessed constitutions."
"It’s very obvious that they are planning something, and this plan might be quite massive."
"Protecting you is equivalent to snatching two Spirit-Blessed individuals from the Royal Family."
"Given the rarity of this constitution, it means we will be making an enemy of that Sequence 2 of the Royal Family."
"To provoke a Sequence 2 outside the Nine Major Churches—obviously, the reward you provided does not match the risk."
"We can indeed lay down our lives to collect our ancestor’s Divine Kingdom fragments, but we will absolutely not drag the entire family into crisis just to collect them."
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Hearing this, Isabella’s expression grew somewhat despondent, because she truly had nothing left to pay with.
She also knew that what the other party said was indeed correct; after all, that was a Sequence 2—an existence that had already stepped into the domain of myth.
A bitter smile appeared at the corners of Isabella’s lips. Were she and Angelica ultimately unable to escape the fate of death?
Looking at the Night Remnant before her whose face she couldn't see clearly, Isabella said, unwilling to give up:
"What will it take for you to agree to that deal?!"
Eros grinned: "You have to pay extra!"
In truth, how could there be any danger? Once the power of Concealment blanketed them, the Royal Family’s Sequence 2 wouldn't be able to find anyone at all. Since he couldn't find them, where would the danger come from?
He said this merely to rake in some extra benefits for himself.
Isabella’s eyes lit up upon hearing Eros’s demand, and she said hurriedly:
"How many pounds do you want?! Over these years, I have been preparing for this plan, opening many bearer accounts in various banks under different identities. They should total over 1.2 million pounds. Is giving all of this to you enough?!"
Eros was somewhat tongue-tied. As expected of a Royal Family controlling a vast empire; just what this Empress had saved in piecemeal fashion added up to over a million pounds.
However, the meaning behind his words wasn't actually about money. Isabella had clearly misunderstood his intent.
Eros coughed lightly, his tone nonchalant:
"I think Madam has misunderstood my meaning. When I said 'pay extra,' I meant I wanted Madam to raise her price."
Isabella was somewhat puzzled. Didn't that mean the exact same thing?
Seeing that Isabella still didn't quite understand, Eros let out a sigh, his tone rather helpless:
"Then I’ll just speak plainly—I am short of two personal maids!"
Isabella’s beautiful eyes widened upon hearing this. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't utter a word.
Eros dry-coughed a few times in slight embarrassment:
"You can understand this as my wicked taste. After all, having an Empress of an Empire serve as one’s maid is quite amusing."
Just as Eros was about to ask for Isabella’s opinion, before the words could leave his lips, he heard Isabella’s response:
"Alright! We agree!"
Eros froze. Ah? She actually agreed? Without even bargaining at all?
Who does business like this? It nearly threw him off balance. Eros’s bottom line was actually that taking money would have worked too.
Yet, eh?
While Eros was still somewhat dazed, Isabella asked in a hesitant tone:
"Can I make a request?"
Hearing this question, Eros immediately snapped back to his senses:
"What request?"
Since he had gotten the better end of the bargain, Eros was in quite a good mood. He thought that as long as Isabella’s request wasn't excessive, he would surely grant it.
Isabella looked at the person before her who was completely shrouded in shadows, her tone somewhat probing:
"Can I look at your face? I want to accept the soul brand after I’ve seen your face!"
Seeing that Eros didn't speak, Isabella quickly added:
"Of course, if I regret it after seeing it, you can also forcibly plant the soul brand on me. If you’re afraid that I’ll resist, you can tie me up right now."
Eros: "..."
He seemed to somewhat understand the point Isabella was trying to express. Immediately, the corners of his mouth twitched:
"Tying you up won't be necessary!"
With Barbara watching over, and considering this was the Shadow Realm, where could the other party possibly run off to?
After saying that line, Eros dispelled the shadows covering his body. In an instant, the expression on Isabella’s face became exceptionally marvelous.
There was shock, astonishment, disbelief, incomprehension...
Looking at Isabella, whose face was showing a marvelous array of expressions, the corners of Eros’s mouth turned up:
"Now that you’ve seen it, how about it?"
Isabella let out a long breath, her tension immediately slacking:
"I agree. You can plant the soul brand on us now!"
Eros curled his lip. He understood what Isabella had been worrying about just now—it was nothing more than being afraid he was ugly.
Heh! Women~
"Raise your face!" Eros looked at Isabella before him and said calmly.
Isabella was somewhat puzzled. What did raising her face have to do with planting a soul brand?
Though confused, she still submissively raised her exquisite face.
Eros reached out, pinching Isabella’s delicate chin, and then lowered his head to kiss Isabella’s lips.
Isabella’s pupils dilated, but ultimately she did not resist, instead nestling submissively into Eros’s embrace.
The soul brand was planted exceptionally smoothly. Not a shred of resistance was encountered throughout the process—not even a subconscious repulsion.