Westminster Bank

Jill said in a low voice, "I have to go explain all this to Freya, or she might misunderstand me."

Barbara leaned back in her guest chair, twirling a strand of her long hair with a slender finger. She said lightly,

"Jill, you don't understand a woman's heart. Sometimes, saying something to her face isn't as effective as saying it later."

"But Elder Pence... he..."

Jill's words caught in his throat, because Elder Pence was sitting upright in the seat beside him and said to him,

"Young Master Jill, you must remember that you are a member of the Hestia Family... Some things are your responsibility to bear, and you can't escape them."

Barbara withdrew her gaze from Freya and the attendant by her side, then said faintly to Jill,

"I have a feeling tonight's auction might not be a peaceful one."

At that moment, Dewey, Zick, and Gold of the Walter Family, who were seated behind the Beowulf Family, were all watching Baron, who followed behind Freya, with great interest.

Gold asked, "Mr. Dewey, did you get a clear look at that attendant's style? How confident are you that you could handle him?"

Dewey said, "He's fast. Even if he's not Bronze Tier, he's close to it. It's just that because he's wearing gloves, I can't tell if his profession is a Knight or a Demon Hunter."

"But even so, I could beat him in less than five moves."

His words revealed immense confidence, likely stemming from achieving the Unity of Spirit and Body during the Dragon Spear Baptism at the Dragon Hunting Ceremony.

He had now completely absorbed the Spiritual Power that was forcefully poured into his body during the Dragon Spear Baptism. If he were to face Dragon Knight Baron Constantin again, he was confident that even if he couldn't defeat him, holding his own wouldn't be a problem—provided that guy didn't use his Dragon Spear.

He looked toward the Hestia Family's section, his gaze landing on Elder Pence at its center.

Previously, on the back of the Flying Dragon, he had learned some of the truth from Baron's inquiries about Norton's corpse.

Thinking back on that truth now, it still seemed incredible. Who could have imagined that the Hestia Family, one of the Six Great Knight Clans, would actually be in league with the Inner Side's infamous Dragon Eater Association?

Dewey had originally intended to secretly leak this information for his own benefit, but ultimately decided against it.

Although the Frank Family was one of the Four Great Demon-Hunting Clans, the Hestia Family was not to be trifled with. With no direct conflict of interest between them, this information had to be kept under wraps for now—at least, that's what his father, the Frank Family Head, also thought after Dewey told him.

Zick said, "It's just a bit of a shame... We didn't get to see that Jill in action. I hear he's been stuck at the Bronze Tier for years. He'll probably become a Silver Tier in a few more years, and his age won't be that much different from Silver Lion Wilder's. The Knight's Contention in a few years will be something to see."

The Knight's Contention is a grand event held by the Holy Hall only once every twenty to thirty years. It attracts the attention of nearly the entire Inner Side—no, you could say almost the entire world.

It primarily involves Knights from the major Knight Orders under the Holy Hall challenging and fighting one another to determine the next Golden Contract Knight to be recognized by the Knight Law of the Holy Hall.

Currently, many in the Inner Side believe that the next Gold will, in all likelihood, be one of three people: "Silver Lion Wilder," "Dragon Snake Malenina," or "Celestial Horse Qiaolienide."

On a side note, the hard requirement to participate in the Knight's Contention is to be of the Silver Tier, and specifically, a Silver Tier under the age of forty. Beyond that, there are no restrictions on a Knight's affiliated organization or identity.

Therefore, some of the Old Blood Knight Clans often send their most outstanding members to participate in this war that represents the highest glory for a Knight, with the aim of tempering them.

As for seizing the Golden Knight Law... one can only say that since the Holy Hall was founded two thousand years ago, every single Golden Contract Knight has, without exception, come from the Holy Hall.

"Gentlemen, what beauty has caught your eye? Are you planning on hunting for romance at the auction?"

A woman with a graceful figure, leading a few girls with slender waists and legs, sat down next to them. It was Kesha, a Black Iron Demon Hunter and Gold's colleague from the Demon Hunter Association. She was also known as the best companion dancer in London City.

However, after witnessing the Witch's Dance at the last engagement banquet, Kesha would now only call herself the second-best companion dancer in London City. When it came to being pragmatic, no one could beat a Demon Hunter.

Kesha's gaze was profound as she looked at Freya, then at Jill. 'Looks like our golden couple is having a spat,' she thought.

She then looked at the unremarkable attendant following Freya. 'This person's gait is a little familiar,' she mused. 'I feel like I've seen him somewhere before.'

"What is it, Miss Kesha? Did you notice something?" Dewey asked.

Kesha flashed a charming, coquettish smile. "I just think this dispute is rather damaging to the Lancelot and Hestia Families' reputations. I'm afraid Mr. Ji'er and Miss Freya..."

She didn't finish her sentence, stopping just short of spelling it out, having conveyed the general meaning.

The others deeply agreed. Indeed, this auction was attended by prominent Old Blood elites from the Inner Side. The conflict between Elder Pence and Miss Freya was undoubtedly a signal to the outside world that there might be some minor friction between the Lancelot and Hestia Families.

As for the reason why, everyone had a rough guess in their minds. It could only be that person who had been making waves recently.

On the other side, just as Baron was about to sit down with Freya, he suddenly caught a familiar scent. He turned his head—wow, what a coincidence. The Beowulf Family's seats were actually right next to the Hestia Family's.

Freya's seat was right next to Isabella.

Lucy, who was beside Isabella and still wearing her Daoist robes, waved at the two. "Miss Lancelot, we meet again."

Freya's pretty face turned cold, but she still returned Lucy's greeting. As for Isabella, Freya ignored her, just as she herself had been ignored by Isabella outside the venue earlier.

'Is this the petty-mindedness of women? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.' Baron moved to stand by Freya's side.

Freya made a "Hmm?" sound. Baron immediately understood. An attendant wasn't qualified to stand beside the guest seats at an auction. But that was fine too; it would be more convenient for Baron to move around the auction hall. He could use the opportunity to see if Carmen had arrived.

But just as Baron was about to take his leave, Isabella called out to him, "No need to go. The Beowulf Family has an extra seat. As the pearl of the Lancelot Family, Miss Freya might need your personal care. You can sit right here."

It wasn't just Baron who was stunned. Aside from Daoist Nun Lucy, who was giggling foolishly about something, even the Beowulf Family clan members sitting beside Isabella were frozen. One of them even retorted with a hostile tone:

"Miss Eldest, let's not even mention that the Beowulf Family doesn't have any empty seats."

His gaze swept over Baron with suspicion and disdain. "Even if he is a Law Enforcer, he's ultimately just an attendant. How could he possibly sit with the likes of us?"

He had, of course, seen the scene where Baron sent the attendant next to Elder Pence flying with a single kick, but he didn't think much of it, even though he himself was not a Law Enforcer.

An ordinary Old Race member might respect and fear Law Enforcers, but to an Old Race member from an Old Blood Clan like them, unless it was a rare profession with a Lawbook like a Wizard or a Knight, other Law Enforcers were no different from stray dogs on the street.

Of course, if Baron knew what he was thinking, he would surely be grumbling internally about another day of 'Demon Hunter-bashing'.

Isabella looked at the clan member who had spoken. If her memory served her right, this guy had been one of Jose's supporters.

She said lightly, "What do you mean there's no seat? Kendall, don't you have something you need to leave for?"

Kendall, the one who had spoken, froze. 'What do I have to leave for?' he thought. 'Isn't my job today to accompany you, Miss Eldest, to the auction to see if any of our family's stolen Taboo Items are here?'

"Hmm?"

Isabella looked at him, and faint purple Dragon Scales quietly appeared on her flawless, makeup-free face. At the same time, the Daoist Nun Lucy, at her side, made a very cooperative throat-slitting gesture.

Kendall shot up in a panic. "I remember, I remember now... The Beowulf Family has a team of Dragon Slayers in the Traitor's Mountain Range preparing for a Dragon Hunt... I have to go supervise and make sure they don't accidentally trigger a Dragon Tide."

After Kendall left, Isabella finally turned to Baron. She crossed her legs and gestured to the seat beside her. "Sir, please sit."

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