In fact, this was just his childhood ho. Now he is already a Great Grandmaster; within the Werewolf Clan, there is no one who dares to underestimate him. Even if he moved back to the ancient castle, Rob III and many Werewolf Elders wouldn’t say a word.
However, Roberts had gotten used to living here, and he didn’t like his brother or that ancient castle, so he stayed here.
Returning ho, Roberts cooked a al for himself. After eating, he practiced a bit and then lay on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, soone suddenly knocked on the door impatiently, shouting, "Roberts, get up, get up for ."
Roberts was woken up, anger rising in his heart, and with a bang, he pulled open the door, roaring, "What’s all the noise? Can’t a person sleep?"
Only then did he look at the person outside the door.
The person had an aged appearance, with a sharp gleam in his eyes; it was clearly a Werewolf Elder!
Within the Werewolf Clan, being an elder is a very honorable title. Only by reaching the Grandmaster Realm can one have this title. They are high-ranking and powerful figures, truly controlling the Werewolf Clan.
"What do you want?" Roberts slightly restrained himself upon seeing the Werewolf Elder, frowning as he asked.
"The Wolf King wants to see you, co with ." The Werewolf Elder glanced at him coldly, then turned and left.
Roberts’ heart skipped a beat. He could tell with his toes what had happened. It must be that the matter of letting Xiao Zheng go was known to Rob III.
"A clear conscience fears no accusation, let’s go then." He wasn’t afraid; he had already ntally prepared himself and followed the Werewolf Elder to the ancient castle.
Arriving in the great hall of the ancient castle, Roberts was slightly stunned; the setup was a bit intimidating.
At the highest point of the hall was a throne carved out of stone, exuding a rugged and wild aura. A young man, dressed in the attire of an ancient European emperor, leaned on it, supporting his chin with his hand. His eyes were deep, his expression calm, showing no signs of emotion. As Roberts entered, he was just watching him.
On both sides below the throne were rows of stone chairs, where all the elders of the Werewolf Clan were seated.
When they saw Roberts enter, their faces showed anger as they glared at him, so even clenching their fists, almost eager to rush up and beat him.
The elder who brought Roberts here bowed to Rob III on the throne and then went to his stone chair and sat down.
"Such a grand spectacle, I wonder what you’re doing, brother, pulling out of bed in the dead of night?" Roberts said with a smile.
Although Rob III was his brother, there was no deep affection between the two, on the contrary, there were even so conflicts!
"Are you playing the fool here?" A Werewolf Elder imdiately stood up, pointing at Roberts and shouting angrily, "Do you know what you’ve done?"
Roberts sneered, "I really don’t know."
The elder shouted angrily, "You let the Evil God go! That Evil God possesses ten pieces of Golden Bone, and if our Werewolf Clan obtains them, our power will soar. Yet you let him go! Tell us, what is your motive? Have you no longer considered yourself a mber of the Werewolf Clan?"
Roberts’ face changed; this accusation was extrely severe. If the accusation was confird, he might be expelled from the Werewolf Clan.
"It seems that no matter how powerful I beco, these people never truly see as one of their own," Roberts suddenly felt a bit desolate in his heart.
If soone else had committed such a deed today, perhaps they would have been scolded too, but it would never have reached this degree.
Roberts had sacrificed a lot for the Werewolf Clan, even risking his life several tis. Like that ti in the bar, if not for Xiao Zheng’s intervention, he might have been killed by the vampires!
Yet, after battling so much for this clan, this is the result!
Roberts laughed heartily, standing tall with an imposing presence, "It was indeed I who let the Evil God go! In the bar that day, I was besieged by vampires, my life hanging by a thread, and the Evil God saved . Thus, I must repay this gratitude; I have no regrets about this decision."
The Werewolf Elder sneered, "Who knows if you’re not lying? Or perhaps you and that Evil God planned this act together in advance."
"You..."
Roberts looked at the elder; he knew this elder, nad Gopper, an extre purist who had always looked down on him.
Roberts’ eyes flashed with ferocity, his voice cold, "Gopper, don’t speak nonsense, or do you really think I’m easy to bully?"
"Ha, are you threatening ?" Gopper sneered, "Are you enraged out of sha, or is it a guilty conscience?"
Roberts was so enraged that he laughed, falling silent afterwards.
Forcing a conversation with people who won’t listen is futile; he disdained to explain.
Seeing Roberts showing no sign of repentance, another elder with an icy voice said, "All of us werewolves should place our clan’s interests above all else. Even if Xiao Zheng saved your life, why did you let him go directly? Why not bring him here with you? Werewolves are not unreasonable; as long as he handed over the Golden Bone, his life could be spared. And at that ti, you would have repaid the favor."
These words imdiately gained the approval of many.
"That’s very true, Roberts, you only know gratitude, but forget your own clan."
"Even if you’re a mixed blood, you should still place the werewolf interests above your own. You need to learn to sacrifice!"
"Perhaps you just want to befriend the Evil God to find a backer for yourself. What would beco of our Werewolf Clan if you do this?"
"..."
Hearing these words, the sneer at the corner of Roberts’ mouth grew stronger.
This group of self-righteous hypocrites!
Suddenly, he tore off his clothes, revealing a solid chest.
The chest was covered in scars.
So of the scars were clearly life-threatening.
Everyone was a bit shocked by this scene and thus fell silent.
Roberts glanced around the crowd coldly, "Your words sound nice, but who among you has truly fought for the werewolves? You all hide in this castle, indulging in pleasure!"
"Since I was five, I’ve joined the werewolf army, fighting day and night. Who knows how many enemies I’ve killed for the werewolves, how many tis I’ve nearly fallen. And you dare to say I don’t care about the clan’s interests!"
"Fuck your mothers, do you still have any sha?"
Roberts was sensitive, yet also cold and sharp. At this mont, he couldn’t hold back any longer and directly cursed the elders, making all their faces change slightly. They exchanged glances, each feeling a bit embarrassed.
Indeed, what they said just now was a bit too much.
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