A mocking smile hung on Mobi Chenxin’s face.
He looked at the displeased nobles with incredulous eyes: "Are you serious?
What kind of audacity does it take to ask such a shaless question?
No matter how kind-hearted we are, we wouldn’t cooperate with soone dragging us down, would we?
The Ismael Family may be cold to our arrival, but at least... haha, they haven’t ford a beggar alliance, right?"
It’s quite normal for the Ismael Family to be aloof; they actually understand that their greatest advantage is the arrival of the Moon Clan.
Unfortunately, the foolish forr king, coupled with an indecisive, hesitant Great Sage Ismael who worries over nothing, and perhaps also has so reservations, along with the stone-headed Aesces who overly trusts this Great Sage, turned a good thing into the current farce.
Then their family’s unique status rapidly declined.
The Great Sage is, of course, still very important; despite his nurous mistakes, the goal Aesces initially had for bringing him into this world has been achieved.
Just like the style of most elites from his race... though his character has flaws, his scientific ability is undeniable.
Yet, the supre status the Ismael Family established due to his existence and close ties with the Royal Family has been thoroughly lost.
Then, many people also realized the significance of the Great Sage, emphasizing the existence of the Ismael Family, but not necessarily wanting the family to hold unmatched glory.
What he desires is rely the continuation of the family.
What lasts through the ages is only bloodline, not power.
Those who understand the true background of the Great Sage might begin to glimpse his mindset at this mont... Great Sage Ismael’s concern for his lovers and beloved ones might be because they are the only things truly belonging to him.
Thus, he is rather considerate to his children, but he largely ignores his grandchildren.
If he hadn’t displayed such behavior, those Archmages from other families wouldn’t think they have an opportunity.
After all, Aesces couldn’t possibly let Ismael continuously bring people to the Heavenly Realm without limits; there must be so restriction on the number.
And the number of Ismael’s own descendants is already quite large.
However, if we only count his children’s generation, perhaps there’s room for negotiation... but that depends on how fiercely his children compete with each other: as long as they knock each other’s descendants out, there will surely be room.
Of course, if it weren’t for the decline in their family’s status, not all of them might want to go to the Heavenly Realm.
Then, as long as there’s empty space, soone will certainly be willing to exchange for various resources needed in the Heavenly Realm: Great Sage Ismael provides these opportunities to his children, seldom offering money or materials directly.
That’s why his children rely so much on their mothers... all the good stuff goes to these won.
As for those children who miss further opportunities, though they’re a bit unlucky, staying in Danboro with the power, resources, or even territories they need isn’t impossible to obtain, right?
After all, Ismael himself might not even recognize the faces of all his great-grandchildren.
This is also a win-win.
With such tantalizing temptations laid in front, even Mages who previously had good relations with these territorial nobles are exceedingly polite at this mont... even when they noticed Lucimar and that Lucy’s movents and followed them to the command hall, they rely stood quietly in the corner observing, with no intention of conversing with the mad territorial nobles, not even wanting their gazes to intersect.
Why do they exhibit such befriendliness in Cain Valley, and are even willing to stay peacefully in the reception house filled with Lily of the Valley?
Isn’t it just because despite their wonderful notion, their greatest fear is having their plans shattered by a sudden blow before they even start!
The competence of the Undead Tribe in accomplishing tasks is undeniable; although hiring them costs a lot, the completion is definitely excellent... exceeding expectations isn’t impossible either.
But whether these expectations align with what the nobles want is uncertain.
Yet the ability of the Undead Tribe to ruin things, anyone who’s dealt with them surely understands how painful that could be.
The territorial nobles who tried to exploit them but ended up getting smacked in the face are countless... initially, everyone mistook them for the slightly stronger Moon Clan.
But the business-like approach of the Undead Tribe is drastically different from the Moon Clan simply taking the money and leaving.
Absolutely do not play those guessing gas with the Undead Tribe, or else, the conclusion they co to is almost certainly not what the nobles are hoping for.
Therefore, the mages envisioning a brighter future all focused their eyes on that well-dressed, provocatively-eyed Lucimar standing beside so leading Undead Tribe mbers, smiling as he observed.
Of course, while Mage Danboro are all watching Lucimar, their attitudes vary.
Lucimar’s several half-brothers showed twisted expressions.
They never dread they would see the day when their little brother, who had always been a thorn in their side, would kick open the door and leave.
When Lucimar was still in his mother’s womb, those young Ismaels began their endless nightmare: from the mont they stepped out of the beautiful ho their mother had built for them, people, both openly and secretly, told them that once Lucimar was born, they would never have such good days again.
The Ishmael Family, or rather, the portion of the assets passed down from the ancestors, whether or not they were expanded by their father, had nothing to do with them anymore.
Although the wealth possessed by Great Sage Ismael was mostly related to mage resources, and these personal properties could be freely given to whoever the Great Sage desired... but when would their father choose to give these things to his children?
That depended on whether their mother had the ability to extract them from this Archmage.
And Ismael’s mother was truly their Great Sage father’s love... other won, since the day she appeared, could only take what she allowed them to have.
In the eyes of these young Ismaels, even the Queen of Danboro did not have as much arrogance as that woman.
So, from the day Lucimar was born, his difficult life was predetermined.
After all, his mother wanted a child who would stand absolutely by her side... so, unlike other children’s mothers, that woman didn’t protect Lucimar.
Instead, after letting him experience the storms and bloodshed, he could only rely on her to survive.
And Great Sage Ismael... as long as the child’s life was not in danger, he often turned a blind eye.
He appeared to love his children greatly, especially the firstborn and Lucimar, but that love was very illusory.
So illusory that his lovers dared to ruthlessly attempt to kill Lucimar.
Though Lucimar, with his intelligence and emotional intelligence beyond ordinary people, walked out of this thorn-filled and muddy path, those wise ones knowledgeable of these past events could guess that he held no deep affection for the Ishmael Family or those parents.
The only things keeping him tied to the family were that leaving would an faster death, and the extraordinary benefits brought by the Great Sage.
No matter how the other Ismaels struggled, according to noble tradition, Lucimar was destined to carve out a huge piece of the family’s vast wealth.
But it absolutely did not involve allying with the Undead Tribe, like Lind of the Stelter Family, to beco a lord of so undead territory.
This ant that Lucimar would leave the Ishmael Family faction.
It was much easier for the Ishmael Family’s children to obtain territories compared to others.
But why did most of them not do so?
Of course, because unless it was a territory granted under the na of Ismael, other territories could potentially assu a different surna.
That would an a complete split from the family.
And thus, they would entirely lose access to the terrifying mage resources held by Great Sage Ismael.
At this mont, the Ismael mages’ ntal Sea was almost stirring up a storm; they couldn’t comprehend whether the situation before their eyes was an illusion.
However, the Lucimar standing amidst the Undead Tribe, not only radiating confidence but also returning their gaze with the most provocative eyes, didn’t look fake at all.
Especially with Lucy beside him, looking utterly defeated and pale, with foam almost forming at her mouth, confirming what they were seeing was real.
"Lucimar." Evan Ismail, who had once communicated with his little brother, took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and spoke, "Do you know what you’re doing?"
"Ah... you know, I’ve wanted to say to that face, who the hell would want to be an Ismael for so long?" Lucimar smiled broadly, "Unfortunately, before, I didn’t have the capital, nor the ability to say such things.
Hey~"
"So things are undoubtedly hard for you, but compared to what you can obtain in the future, what do these hardships count for?
What madness is this?
You’ve endured for so many years, and besides, rember that! Did you forget?
No matter how much the Undead Tribe gives you, can it..."
He shook his head, unwilling to ntion the matters of the Heavenly Realm in public, and swiftly changed the subject: "Aren’t you considering... Mrs. Demit’s feelings?" Evan asked seriously, "Though this has nothing to do with , after all, she did it for you..."
"Her..." Lucimar glanced at him, "After you return, ask Great Sage Ismael, that’s all I can say."
Evan gave him a confused look, halting his words of persuasion: his reason for doing so was not really brotherly love but a reluctance to be blad by Great Sage Ismael.
But, if Mrs. Demit had any issues, wouldn’t that be better?
Who cares about Lucimar.
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