23. The Demise of the White Dragon

Hewitt needed to spend a lot of money, which was the easiest part of the plan.

But no one would think of a businessman giving away money as a smart person.

He had to make people think that he was an excellent businessman, with far-reaching plans and his own desires.

Only then would others let down their guard and focus on the purposes he had fabricated.

In this way, the White Lion Club would come to him on their own.

The white-haired maid accompanied Hewitt as they strolled on the third underground floor of the Pure White Tower.

"I heard that Mr. Lite has a niece. Why didn't she come with you today?"

"She's still a child, not suitable for a place like this."

Inid tilted her head in confusion:

"If she is just a child, why do you travel with her everywhere? That kind of life isn't suitable for a child either."

Hewitt showed a melancholic expression:

"Maybe it's because I'm the only person she can rely on now."

Inid's expression suddenly became solemn:

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that was the case."

Hewitt waved his hand:

"It's fine; we've already gotten used to it."

"If it's convenient, may I visit your home? I'd like to meet your niece too."

Hewitt agreed:

"Of course, but when I'm not around, Alice can't go out. After all, she is my only relative now, and inevitably many people have ill-intentions towards her."

"Even if I am an Honorable Knight, would that not be enough?" asked Inid.

Although Inid was George's Knight Apprentice, her skills were far superior to most Formal Knights.

Those who were just beginning in the path of knighthood were called Knight Apprentices, followed by Formal Knights who could join knight clubs.

Above them were Valiant Knights who could fight for the weak, followed by Honorable Knights who had their principles and persevered, and finally Just Knights who could fight to the death for justice and fairness.

However, strength is not everything in a battle. State, skills, strategy, weapons, props, and luck are all keys to determining victory or defeat.

After all, if strength alone could guarantee victory, there would be no need for battles. Moreover, if the weak could not defeat the strong, violence and evil would inevitably take over the world.

But for Legends, cross-stage battles are not so easy. Each Legend, just as the name suggests, is a living legend.

It is said that at the beginning, all twenty-four of King Arthur's knight club leaders were Legends, which is an extremely exaggerated number.

Because there are currently only five Legends among the twelve current knight leaders. Only two of the eight knight leaders who fought against the Living Saint at that time were Legends. However, one of them was severely injured by the Living Saint.

Hewitt recalled that before he was killed, there were 13 well-known Legendary Demon Hunters, including himself. However, they all worked in separate groups and were not considered forces.

Instead of saying something like "you're not trustworthy enough," Hewitt reasonably declined:

"Even you, Inid, would have a hard time protecting Alice's life from my enemies."

Inid replied:

"Nevertheless, we knights are better at protecting the weak and fighting the strong than other professions."

Hewitt's eyes revealed immense sorrow:

"I used to have even stronger protectors by my side, but I still lost some very important people."

Inid hesitated for a moment, captivated by the deep sorrow in Hewitt's pale blue eyes.

She instantly imagined Lite's past: starting from scratch, meeting the love of his life, only for his beloved to be killed by enemies, avenging the loss, his heart sinking into endless sorrow and emptiness, until he met a girl who was as lost and alone as him...

Seeing Inid's eyes redden and her complex, emotional gaze on him, Hewitt felt a bit puzzled. He had just found an excuse, but in an instant, the girl seemed to be deeply touched.

Hewitt scratched his chin; not knowing what happened, but it seemed like something good?

The white-haired girl sniffled, feeling sorry:

"I apologize..."

The girl's voice was choked, and she couldn't speak.

It seemed like the girl had been completely moved by her imagination.

Completely puzzled, Hewitt quickly changed the subject to divert her attention:

"Anyway, I haven't asked Miss Inid yet, are you also George's niece?"

Inid nodded and slowly collected her emotions:

"Yes, so our family also has the White Dragon Blood running through our veins. However, due to its extreme dilution, this bloodline only makes me slightly more talented than the average person, and it also has many side effects."

"What side effects?"

The girl took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes:

"Apparently my mother was affected by the White Dragon Blood, becoming an undefeatable and persistent warrior, but she finds it difficult to truly fall in love with someone."

As she spoke, the girl's expression became melancholic.

"Ah," sighed Hewitt, but he was in no position to advise others.

The girl smiled again:

"Many people say that all the affection my mother lacked was inherited by me, which is why I'm so sentimental. I'm easily influenced by others' actions, affecting my own emotions and behavior."

Hewitt frowned, a strong-willed mother and a sensitive daughter, that was a terrible combination.

Hewitt asked:

"What about your father? He didn't have the White Dragon Blood, right? What kind of person was he?"

Inid's smile disappeared:

"A weak man."

"There are few men who can stand up to the Chief Judge."

Inid shook her head:

"If it were Mr. Lite, I believe you would be the same in front of my mother as you usually are."

Hewitt laughed awkwardly, being compared to someone else's father, even he would feel a little embarrassed.

Inid looked at Hewitt's expression, giggled, and explained:

"If Mr. Lite were my father, I wouldn't object either."

Hewitt suddenly realized something:

"Your parents, they?"

"They divorced a long time ago. When my mother was young, no one could have imagined that she would become the Chief Judge, including her. So, she married a similarly mediocre man."

Hewitt continued:

"But only one of them turned out to be ordinary."

Inid nodded her head:

"Their discord was the most inevitable from the beginning. The two didn't love each other or understand each other. They were not husband and wife, nor friends, just acquaintances.

"Moreover, my father couldn't bear the pressure of staying at home, so he often went out to look for women. My mother despised my father's spinelessness, and they often argued. They divorced completely when I was five years old.

"Not only does the White Dragon Blood make me stronger than others, but it also makes me mature earlier and helps me realize the broken relationship between them more quickly."

"We cannot determine our birth, but we can control our future," Hewitt sighed.

The girl's laughter rang out like silver bells:

"I know my background is envied by many people, but from time to time, I also wonder if I would be happier without the White Dragon Blood in me."