Our Family Has Fallen

The number of people in the hall dwindled, and the matters pressing on Hamlet have been resolved.

However, Lance did not stop his busy steps; he needed to meet a few people.

"We meet again."

Lance met the tomb robber Audrey, because her presence played a role at the time, so Grendel didn’t mistreat her later, but arranged a new place for her to recuperate.

After receiving treatment and effective rest, she was in much better condition than before. However, facing Lance again, she no longer had that inexplicable confidence from before; on the contrary, there was a sense of awe.

To be honest, Lance didn’t care about her attitude, but Lance originally thought of asking her to return the Touching Gold Talisman to him, but now he found it difficult to speak up.

"Thank you for your help with Hamlet."

"Did something happen at that place?" Audrey asked cautiously, because she could sense the leaked aura, after all, she had also been in the dungeon.

"No, I have killed more monsters, and they are afraid."

In principle, he shouldn’t be discussing these matters with her, but now he needed to win more people’s support; even a ground mouse has its uses.

Hearing this, Audrey seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. If anyone else had said this, she definitely wouldn’t have believed it, but she had seen Lance’s strength with her own eyes.

"Do you know about your physical condition?" Lance looked blatantly at her lower abdomen, "Have you had a habit of miscarriage due to an injury, leading to infertility?"

Lance didn’t bother to waste too much time talking to her and directly threw out the question; flesh and blood held no secrets before him.

At these words, Audrey was completely stunned, her expression becoming inexplicably tangled, and she started to speak haltingly, "Fell off a horse..."

It was indeed not without reason that she quarreled with her ex-husband, because Audrey’s family was also prominent, and only a critical issue would cause her maternal family to give up on her.

Because such a thing was too disgraceful to speak of; in the context of the times, infertility for a noble was a major issue, and not involving the Church to exorcise was already quite good.

"This is not a big issue, there is still hope for treatment."

𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Really!"

"In Hamlet, nothing is impossible; we have the best medical technology in the world."

The ancestor’s technology is indeed world-leading, and Lance, who mastered the Power of Flesh and Blood, was not lacking, but this was a topic that couldn’t be discussed.

A moment later, Lance walked out of the room. For him, deceiving someone with psychological defects wasn’t difficult.

However, things were far from over. At the time, the transcendent who stood up in the chaos was not the only one, and he needed to show something to unite everyone.

There was a reason Lance chose to find Audrey first; he also learned about the situation back then through her words, although he stood up at the time and even killed the Corrupted Heretic.

Therefore, the other person’s location wasn’t in the center, a transcendent who had become like a hellish demon, anyone would be on guard.

In a building on the outskirts, Lance gestured to the guards to leave, feeling that the situation was too absurd, as if it resembled imprisonment.

The door was knocked, and soon someone came out to open it.

Not to mention the peculiar outfit, the spirit they exuded seemed somewhat downcast and impoverished, like someone who had been beaten down by society.

"I am the Lord of Hamlet, thank you for your help."

The man looked at the person claiming to be the lord with some surprise. He had seen those nobles before, but... seeing the outstretched hand, he was momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

Lance didn’t mind, directly grasping his hand for a brief shake to express gratitude, smiling as he suggested.

"What’s this, not inviting me in for a chat?"

"Yes." Only then did the man react, stepping aside to make room.

As both sat down, the man’s expression of tension and unease was hard to conceal, like a student on a thesis defense facing the teacher.

Lance had too much to do, and no time to waste slowly talking here, so he got straight to the point.

"Why did you take action? There were plenty of transcendents watching the area."

Faced with the pressuring questioning, the man’s already conflicted expression became more helpless.

"I couldn’t just watch them die; let me, an impure one, sacrifice for others of value."

At the time, those police officers rushed forward without hesitation; he witnessed it, and couldn’t bear to leave just like that. Those police had been kind to him before, and perhaps dying here was good, using death to bring that demon back to hell.

Lance was unaware of his complex emotions, but hearing these words, he had already made a decision, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

The worn-down appearance made it clear they had endured much, and the chains and locks on their body all had supernatural power, seemingly suppressing their internal situation.

His willingness to bind himself was enough to show he didn’t actively want to transform; this proved he wasn’t an overly insane transcendent.

Moreover, reports from contact indicated this person’s character was forbearing, and since arriving in Hamlet, they hadn’t caused trouble, spending most of their time working diligently.

From opposing the Corrupted Heretic, it was clear they weren’t the type to "retreat behind others," instead showing empathy.

No matter what he thinks, or what his intentions are, Lance doesn’t care.