Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 145 Incitement

"The Miller family alone may not be able to completely quell Duke Dressrosa's anger.

Especially the Modiwen family—Vera died in the Half-Elf Palace, so they must bear some responsibility.

If I were Duke Dressrosa, I would use this opportunity to abolish the royal status of the Modiwen family and replace them with a Half-Elf noble to rule Silvermoon City.

This new royal family, lacking prestige, would have no choice but to rely on the Dressrosa family to control the Half-Elf Kingdom, rather than trying to please both the East and the North, like the Modiwen family does.

To avoid this fate, the Modiwen family must find a way to save themselves.

Their best option is to show Duke Dressrosa their loyalty—by breaking ties with the Pros family.

By doing so, Duke Dressrosa wouldn't need to find a new puppet to rule the Half-Elf Kingdom on his behalf."

"So that's what's going on!" Anna suddenly realized. "The two of us are bargaining chips for the Modiwen family to win favor with the Dressrosa family."

"Exactly," Earl Evan said. "If they capture us and hand us over to Duke Dressrosa, the Modiwen family would completely sever their ties with the Pros family, leaving them no choice but to side with Dressrosa forever."

Anna nodded but then froze as a thought struck her. Her expression turned anxious. "Then… would the Modiwen family kill us to prove their loyalty to Duke Dressrosa?"

Earl Evan was stunned for a moment before laughing. "My silly sister! How could the Modiwen family dare to do such a thing?

Once they spill the blood of Pros family members, they'll ignite a feud that won't end until death.

Haha, they're just a small Half-Elf royal family—how could they afford to offend the Duke of the Kingdom?

If they dared to do this, the Modiwen family would instantly become the public enemy of the Azov Kingdom.

Even Duke Dressrosa wouldn't protect them."

Anna heaved a sigh of relief, sat down at the round table, and took a sip of water from her glass.

"So, we're just going to wait here?"

"Yes, just wait. I told you long ago our trip to Silvermoon City was destined to be in vain. Ah, what a pity there's no good wine here!"

Earl Evan stood up, strode over to the thick iron door, and banged on it. "Hey! Could you send some wine in, please?"

Anna glanced at her unreliable brother and rolled her eyes silently.

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Cultivation World, Sirius Gang

"Ah~~~ So refreshing!"

Asmon let out a satisfied groan as he set down an empty glass with a clink. He had just finished a glass of iced deer blood wine, the coolness invigorating against the warm afternoon air.

Vera chuckled softly, leaning back in her chair as she observed him. "Need more ice? I can make some."

Asmon waved her off, his expression one of relaxed satisfaction. "No, this is perfect. Any more, and it'll ruin the balance."

"So, just deer blood wine for you? No interest in trying anything else?"

"I don't need anything else," Asmon replied, gesturing toward a tray of untouched snacks on the table. "You eat if you're hungry. I'm fine with this."

Vera raised an eyebrow as she sipped her own drink.

"Can you tell about your strength now."

"I'm a blood race of two worlds now, Vera. My blood talent has strengthened. Drinking blood is enough to sustain me—no food necessary. My cultivation has become effortless, and my strength..." He trailed off, letting the weight of his words linger.

"It's multiplied dozens of times."

"Hmph. Well, my strength has improved too," Vera retorted with a faint smile. "My father will be proud of me."

At her words, a dangerous glint flickered in Asmon's eyes. If Duke Dressrosa ever dared to harm Vera, he would make sure the Duke regretted it.

"Come on," Asmon said, his voice firm as he stood and headed toward the door. "Let's finish the mission Luis gave us."

Vera followed him as they walked out toward the training area.

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Silvermoon City, Luis' Bedroom

Luis sat alone on the bed when a knock echoed at the door.

"Come in."

The door creaked open, and the half-elf slave Cathy stepped inside.

"My Lord, have you finished your meal?"

"Yes. Clean it up."

"Yes, my Lord."

As Cathy quietly cleared the table with her head bowed, Luis suddenly spoke.

"You must have a way to contact people outside the palace, right?"

Cathy froze for a moment, her hands pausing mid-motion. She hesitated, glancing at Luis but saying nothing.

"Don't be afraid," Luis said with a calm smile. "We're on the same side now."

Whether Cathy believed him or not, Luis continued, his tone steady but calculating. Your journey continues with empire

"I know your House of Savoy is trying to reclaim the half-elf throne. Letting Vera die in the palace was a bold move—it's already stirred the North's anger. The Modiwen family is now at risk of being abolished."

He leaned forward slightly, watching her reaction. "But do you think the Modiwen family will take this lying down?"

Cathy's hands trembled slightly, betraying her inner conflict. A flicker of struggle crossed her face, but after a moment, she straightened.

She raised her head and met Luis' gaze, the fear in her eyes replaced by determination. Despite her simple clothes and youthful face, she tried to project confidence.

"My Lord Viscount," she said cautiously, "what news have you heard?"

Luis smirked, leaning back. "Oh? So you admit your true identity now?"

Cathy pressed her lips together, avoiding the bait. "How will the Modiwen family respond?"

Luis' smile deepened, his tone laced with amusement. "Go tell your House of Savoy this: the Modiwen family has imprisoned the Pros Family envoy. They plan to use this as a bargaining chip to align fully with the Dressrosa Family."

He paused, letting the gravity of his words settle before continuing.

"If the Savoy Family doesn't act quickly, the half-elf throne will remain with the Modiwen family. And when that happens…" His gaze hardened. "You'll lose all your value. They'll cast you aside—or worse."