Chapter 863

Chapter 863

“For safety reasons, it’s better to let her wear it. Don’t allow problems to occur just because of a woman,” The Swordsman advised.

Duncan looked at Mireille helplessly as she immediately hung the talisman around her neck. Instantly, her eyes went from white to black, and the sweet smile on her face gradually stiffened. She stood

next to Duncan like a lifeless shell.

Peter chuckled. “Duncan, you don’t need to worry. You can remove the talisman once we kill Nash. Now, you can ask her any questions and she will reply with the truth!”

Duncan sighed and smiled bitterly before turning to Mireille and asking, “Do you like me?”

Mireille nodded gently. “A bit…”

A smile lit Duncan’s face while at the same time, his eyes filled with

guilt. “Did you come for the Eight-Part Scepter?” he asked again

Mireille shook her head. “No, I just happened to pass by the D

Villa and wanted to find someone to chat with to pass the time.

Duncan finally relaxed. He looked at Peter and said, “I’ll take of talisman now. I love her, and I don’t want her to become a soull

shell!”

Peter narrowed his eyes. “Wait until we kill Nash, then you can take i

off.”

Even Boris chimed in, “He’s right, Duncan. She’s your woman. Peter

wouldn’t hurt her.”

Duncan sighed helplessly. For so long, his godfathers had obeyed him without question. He realized he should not defy their wishes.

Peter walked to the coffee table, took out the Eight-Part Scepter from the drawer, and handed it to Duncan. “Take this scepter for self- defense. You can only unleash one-tenth of its power since you don’t fully grasp its usage. However, it’s enough to deal with martial artists

in the Profound Reality Realm!”

The scepter’s instructions were in Paganish. Even after studying for several hours, he did not completely understand it.

Duncan took the package, his demeanor once again composed. “Let’s

go!”

Peter and the others stood up and walked out. Duncan held Mireille’s

cold hand and softly said, “Mireille, I’m sorry. As soon as Nash is

dead, I’ll remove the talisman.”

Mireille nodded mechanically. On the surface, it did not look like anything was wrong. However, she was sneering on the inside. powerful individuals were not very smart for revealing the funct

the talisman.

The protective talisman Master Eric gave her had worked. Before coming to the Duerson family, Angelica had informed her about powerful and sinister Path taker who had joined the Duerson famil Later, Atlas insisted that she carry the talisman with her.

To prevent the Path taker from discovering the talisman, she wrapped it in a type of digestible herbal paste and then swallowed it. It was perhaps due to the talisman in her stomach that it could not

completely counteract the effects of the hypnotic talisman. She now

felt an overall chill run through her body as her memories turned hazy.

Outside the Duerson Villa, rows of black cars were parked. When the head of the security team saw three Rolls-Royce pull out, he

immediately spoke into his earpiece, “We can depart now!”

Leading the way were over 30 black cars, followed by three Rolls-

Royces, and behind them, another thirty-plus cars. Finally, a small

cargo truck brought up the rear, carrying a well-crafted sandalwood

coffin.

Duncan, Boris, and Mireille were in the same car. Duncan held Mireille

in his arms, using his warmth to keep her body temperature up.

Meanwhile, Mireille pondered how to get hold of the Eight-Part Scepter and escape from Duncan’s control.

“Duncan, you must keep a close eye on the Eight-Part Scepter. Don’t

let it fall to Nash or his group!”

In the end, their greatest trump card was the ghoul overlord while the Eight-Part Scepter could counter the ghoul overlord. If it fell into their hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Don’t worry, Godfather. I’ve recruited enough warriors during this time. I’ve also grasped how to use the Eight-Part Scepter somewhat. As long as they’re not Mystique Loyalty Realm experts, no one will be able to take the scepter.”

Duncan took out a silk scarf from his pocket that was covered in

Paganish writing and said with a smile, “There are still some parts left that I haven’t committed to memory. Once I fully remember them, I’ll

burn it!”

A glimmer of clarity flashed in the depths of Mireille’s pitch-black

eyes. Her eyeballs slowly moved downward as she joined the man in reading the Paganish script on the silk scarf.