Wright's name sounded throughout Firth, and all the people of high society could not ignore this mysterious visitor who brought a lot of money.

Mr. Wright donated the Primordial Flame and was supported by the Knights, who spanned several industries in the city of Firth.

Mary Anne was a supporter of the original fire, and before Wright's arrival, the aristocratic lady who was not often seen in the public eye was one of the church's major sources of money.

Today she came to Herwen's mansion.

A servant opened the door and informed her that she needed to inform the owner of the house.

The blonde beauty held a black umbrella, her dark skirt fluttered in the wind, the white roses on the side of the road stubbornly resisted the baptism of wind and rain, a few blue rays flashed in the gloomy sky, the wide streets were empty, and the torrential rain covered the entire city.

The servant, holding an umbrella, reopened the door and invited the woman in.

As she followed the servant, the woman noticed a number of ash trees on the side of the road, and whether it was her delusion or not, the branches and leaves of several trees pierced into the air like spears, as if to hang an invisible person high.

The gate and the house were not far away, and the woman was soon led to the door.

Black silk gloves gently pushed the door open.

"Whoa. ”

The sound of torrential rain came into the house.

Hervin and Hola were reading a book together on the couch.

"Go play by yourself. As Hola left the room, Herwen stood up to greet the guests.

"Lady Mary Anne, I have already asked people to prepare black tea and desserts, I wonder why Madam has come here suddenly?"

Mary Anne removed her gloves and black veil and hung lightly from the shelf with her top hat.

"I'm sorry for not informing Mr. Wright in advance, I have something I would like to discuss with you. ”

Mary Anne sat naturally across from Herwen.

The servant dragged the silver plate aside, served them tea and dessert, turned away, and closed the door.

Hewen took a sip of black tea:

"So, what is Lady Maryanne here for?"

Mary Anne's red lips moved slightly, revealing a mysterious smile:

"Has Mr. Wright ever heard of the White Lions?"

Herwin raised his eyebrows:

"I've heard it a little, and it seems to be a large association for the upper class. ”

"That's right, that's what we say to the outside world. ”

"You, Lady Mary Anne, are you a member of the White Lions?"

The blonde woman nodded:

"Yes, and I'm a core member, in fact, the majority of ordinary members are used to disguise the activities of our core members. ”

Hervin put down the teacup:

"Covering up is not a good word. ”

Mary Anne Wen said:

"As core members, we are the stakeholders of the White Lions Club, and we can also enjoy the benefits of the association. ”

Herwin tapped the table with his index finger:

"On what terms?"

Mary Anne's eyes widened slightly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"What can you give me on the terms of my membership? What do I have to give? Lady Mary Anne is not here to introduce me to the structure of your association. ”

Mary Anne smiles:

"Indeed, I have come to invite you, Mr. Wright, but I did not expect you to be such a direct person, worthy of being a great businessman who shook Firth. ”

"It's over. ”

Mary Anne straightened up and said:

"In fact, we in the White Lion Society have some powerful magical items, and as long as you join, we can provide you with blood exchange services. ”

"Exchange transfusion?"

"That's right, whether it's the blood of a young man who can make people young, the blood of a child who can make people smart, or the blood of magical creatures that can make people strong, can be offered to our members. ”

Wright asks a question that a decent businessman would have:

"Children's blood?"

Mary Anne uttered the prepared answer:

"Rest assured, we all have precise control over the numbers, and we have also provided them with a handsome reward that is enough to change their otherwise tragic fate. ”

Hearing this, Wright nodded reassuringly and asked:

"Can blood exchange prolong life?"

The blonde beauty hooked the corners of her mouth:

"Of course. ”

"So what do I have to give?"

Mary Anne reached out and pinned a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, and licked her lips seductively:

"Something insignificant, just to provide support to the association when necessary, I can guarantee that this support will not be more than the association brings you, and if you don't want to, you also have the right to refuse at any time, as long as you don't refuse many times in a row, then you will still be our core member. ”

Hewen touched his chin:

"Your proposal is very appealing, can I take a moment to think about it?"

Mary Anne naturally didn't think that such a big businessman would immediately join the White Lions, and he would definitely find out the news through his own channels, but this was exactly what she wanted.

After all, on the bright side, there is nothing wrong with the White Lion Society.

Saying goodbye to Hervin, Marianne left alone, but she did not go in the direction of her residence.

In the wind and rain, everything became blurred, and perhaps because of this, Mary Anne's figure became a little erratic.

One moment she looked like a man, one thought of the elderly, one thought of a child, and another did not look like a human at all, just like that, she gradually disappeared into the rainstorm.

In the basement, Hewen is making important preparations to obtain the Heart of the Frost Giant.

He took Enid's blood out of his arms and gently placed it on the table.

Once he was sure that everything was ready, he began his work.

He stretched out a finger and smeared it on his body, and at that moment it turned into a sharp blade, inscribed an ancient spell on the witcher's body.

Severe pain came from his skin, which was necessary for sacrifices and sacrifices.

This spell can only be used at a price.

Odin offered himself as a sacrifice and hung upside down in the World Tree for nine days and nights without food or drink, and was pierced by a spear to obtain twenty-four original rune scripts.

The original rune of Lun lit up all over Hewen's body, on his arms, cheeks, back, calves, inside his eyes, and in his hair.

Stealing from the God of Wisdom, Rune is one of the few powerful spells that Herwin can use today.

A light that mortals could not look at illuminated the room, and Hervin held the glass tube containing the blood of the white dragon in his hand.

The only problem with this blood is that it is too thin and cannot be purified by technology.

But the magic that was born under the World Tree could do it.

This is the power of inverting reality.

"Ahem. ”

Herwin gripped his heart, for him now, it was too expensive to cast such a magic.

Having given himself a new heart, the witcher looked at the glass vial again.

Today, there is only one drop of blood in it.