Guild Wars

Chapter 700 – Henry And Connor 2

Henry and Connor eventually came to 72 hours later. Their bodies were stiff from lying in awkward positions, and their minds pounded as if a bunch of monkeys were playing samba. 

However, neither retched. Henry had taught Connor Ability Bond Technique, so the two channeled their Bloodline Energy through their bodies. The ‘poison’ they took in was suppressed and consumed, adding to their reserves of Bloodline Energy by quite a bit. 

This shocked Connor, as this was the first time he had ever felt his energy cap expand. 

Henry laughed and explained. “Well, if it didn’t have some benefit, I wouldn’t just knock myself out so thoroughly, would I?” 

Connor thought about it and felt it made sense. That drink was far more precious than it seemed, and he couldn’t help but wonder just how Henry had managed to brew something so… potent. 

“Master Henry, we are three hours away from our destination.” The driver reported in a thick British accent. 

Henry nodded, then smiled. “Well then, Connor. Let’s get ourselves presentable for our ‘prodigy’.” 

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Soon, the luxury sedan pulled into the underground parking space of the Purgatory group’s offices, parking at a VIP spot. Henry and Connor dismounted, heading towards the elevator that would take them to the first floor. 

Once there, they marveled at the expansive and ultra-modern design. They didn’t have to look around long as a form sashayed over to them wearing a black dress with a low-cut neck area that displayed enough cleavage to keep a man’s eyes glued. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Little Henry. You’ve grown into a fine young man.” Fyre commented with a playful smirk. 

Henry rubbed the back of his head bashfully, seeming like a boy before his favorite aunt. “Aw, Aunt Fyre, you’re embarrassing me.” 

Those in the lobby were partially confused, because Henry looked to be around the same age as – or even slightly older than – Fyre. Even Conner was a bit dissonant, but he had already been told that they lived long-ass lives. 

In fact, God Serpent Inheritors would live far longer than others. Henry had never molted once and had lived for around just under 100 years, yet he looked 30, whereas Aunt Fyre had lived for slightly over 100 years, and she had molted from an aged woman twice. 

She had already exhausted most of her life and probably would not be able to molt again, meaning that Aunt Fyre would die in the next 50 or so years. 

“And this must be the lost child. Welcome back, dear, you are now with family.” Fyre said as she gently hugged Connor and cradled his head. 

The young man did not know why, but her words made him feel a pang of emotion in his chest, and he felt like crying. However, he held it back to not make a scene and embarrass himself in front of other. 

However, his breath shortened, and his eyes became bloodshot. When Fyre finally released him, he wiped his eye that had become slightly wet and made sure not to explode. 

Fyre seemed to find this cute, yet she avoided saying anything on that matter. Rather, she turned to Henry and asked. “Have you checked his specifics?” 

“Ayup. He is a God Serpent Inheritor like me, and since he’s a descendant of your Water Serpent Clan, you’re probably not surprised to find that he possesses the Leviathan.” Henry answered with a smile. 

However, Fyre was more than simply shocked by this. “Leviathan… oh my! You are quite special, my dear nephew. Tell me who your parents were, so I can identify your remaining extended family apart from myself.” 

Connor, who was moved by all this, quickly shared what he knew. Hearing him, Fyre almost cried. 

“Your father was Karon, a member of the Wind Serpent Clan whose Serpentine Affinity was with the Wingless Green Serpent. Your mother was my direct cousin, Lami, and she had the Serpentine Affinity of the Sea Python. She was one of our best geniuses at the time.” 

Fyre told Connor more about his parents and their history, which finally broke the fellow as he started weeping. The two of them hugged, finally feeling a bond of kinship form between them. 

Henry by the side made sure no one disturbed them, but his actions were extraneous, this was an Umbra-owned building, and as Akainu had so charmingly summed it up, everyone had their own damage. 

It was not like members of Umbra to meddle in the problems of others unless directly called for. 

After sharing these details, Fyre then turned to Henry and said. “Well, what are you gonna do now?” 

Henry seemed surprised by the question. “I thought we came here to see the prodigy?” 

“Well, yes, but actually no.” Fyre replied with slight hesitation. 

“He’s currently unavailable physically for a period of time I cannot measure, but you can meet him through the game. That’s why I wanted you two here. We’ll need your skills in developing our power in the game further.” She explained with a smile. 

Connor and Henry shared a look. “Well, we aren’t going to argue. It’s not often you praise someone, and you all seem to value this game, so allow us to help you, Aunty.” 

Fyre was pleased by their acceptance. “Good lads. Follow me.” 

Henry and Connor were led to the floor for the pods for core members, which had about 30 rooms. Despite the core members not even filling two rooms, they provided many just in case. 

The floor below which had Expert Members had about 300 rooms, because the 10,000 Supernatural youngsters used pods there. As such, Fyre led them into core member room number 2 which was only half full. 

At this time, Misery was chastising Kiran for sticking it in his own half-sister like some roadside dog in heat. When he turned his head and saw Fyre, Misery dropped his bottle of rum, his eyes unable to leave those tits for a second. 

Seeing this, Connor had no reaction, as he couldn’t blame the guy. If he didn’t know Fyre was his blood, he too would have a reaction. However, Henry who was very fond of his aunt displayed an unhappy expression. 

“This fellow here, are your eyes broken? Quickly pull them away!” 

Misery finally snapped out of his trance and was also unhappy at being taken from that valley of joy and goodness. “Tsk. Brat, what’s it to you? When a man gazes upon a fine set of tits it would be rude not to treasure them! Do you think I wouldn’t give you a few lashes on your bum?” 

“Who are you calling a brat? I am far older than you will ever be, my dude.” Henry replied while folding his arms calmly. 

“Meh, are you sure you’re old enough to have drunk anything but the milk from your mother’s teets?” Misery shot back while gesturing to Justin Davis for another bottle. 

“Hahaha. I could smell you five miles against the wind. Fine, seeing as you seem to pride yourself in that regard, let me teach you some manner through a drinking battle! I have a special brew that could intoxicate even an elephant. Whoever manages to recover from it first shall be crowned the winner!” Henry suggested with a malevolent smile. 

Hearing this, Connor’s face changed. “Hang on! It’s impossible for any normal person to survive such a thing! Are you trying to kill him just for staring?” 

Misery laughed uproariously. “Normal person? Should I take that as a compliment or an insult? Boy, you clearly just arrived here. Nobody who makes up the core members can be called ‘normal’!” 

Henry frowned as he wondered what this fellow meant. 

When he thought about the prodigy and Aunt Fyre, as well as himself and Connor, his face changed. He then inspected Misery properly and realized his assumption was true. 

Henry immediately became hostile as he channeled the raw power of the apocalypse through Jormangandr. 

“Scum of the Pangu Alliance, how dare you come here?” 

Sensing his aura, Kiran’s eyes narrowed as he manifested his Noble Energy and Knight Energy, combining the two to try to enter his Super Warrior form. However, since he normally used the Internal Force from within the game, it failed. 

Whatever the case, he stood beside his uncle defensively, while Sublime had taken a stand to his other side, ready to cast spells if necessary. Misery himself folded his arms and glared at Henry with pursed lips. 

Connor’s eyes glowed as Leviathan empowered him, the roar of the ocean sounding from his body. The two sides faced off for a few seconds until a clapping sound broke them up. 

“Enough!” Fyre commanded with a smile. 

Kiran, Sublime, Connor, and Henry settled down, while Misery eyed Fyre with interest. 

Who was this woman if she could make all these fellows submit with one word? 

“Henry, our prodigy does not discriminate between Lineages. Everyone except those from the Pangu Lineage specifically are allowed to join if they’re loyal enough, so there are many more like him.” Fyre explained to both Henry and Connor so they would understand. 

The former scowled while the latter nodded. Connor only hated the Pangu Lineage because they were directly responsible for his parents’ deaths. Henry hated them all because he was part of the warriors who had fought the battle to keep Draco safe back then. 

If it had just been the Pangu Lineage, things would have been too easy, but that bloody alliance of theirs was what had toppled the balance back then. 

Fyre should know this, yet she held no prejudice. This surprised and shamed Henry, making him feel narrow-minded compared to her. 

As such, he sighed and stretched a hand out. “My name’s Henry Jasek, member of the Lucifer Lineage.” 

Misery took his hand and deftly strongly shook it with a smile. “Name’s Nicholas Spencley, and I’m a member of the Merlin Lineage.” 

Connor also shook Misery’s hand. “I’m Connor Lord, also a member of the Lucifer Lineage.” 

“Greetings, I am Kiran. I am a member of… both the Merlin Lineage and the Buddha Lineage, I guess.” Kiran bowed and stated with slight uncertainty. 

Henry’s eyes widened. “Oh, then you must be the child who caused the conflict between the two Lineages back then. You have my condolences. I’m sure you had to suffer growing up, but I did some research on your situation and might be able to help you. We’ll talk more later.” 

Sublime then bowed. “My name is Mary Walter Philip Arthur, and I am a member of the Merlin Lineage.” 

Henry was thoroughly speechless. “… the literal princess of England… wow.” 

Fyre then interjected. “And for Mr. Spencley who seems unaware, my name is Fyre. I am the aunt of these two brats as well as of the leader of the guild. I am also part of the Lucifer Lineage.” 

“Charmed. Please, just call me Misery or Miz for short.” Misery smiled as he kissed the back of her hand. 

“In that case, I prefer to go by Nightwalker.” Henry added with a shrug. 

“I had a friend who couldn’t speak good english call me Kronalord, and it kinda stuck in my village. I’ll use that here.” Conner stated calmly. 

“Well, he goes by protagonist haircut, and she goes by cowtits.” Fyre included as she pointed at Kiran and Mary respectively. 

Both younglings’ faces changed as they hurriedly denied the names, making the older generation laugh.