After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 761 - 721: Asking about the Past (Add 1 more)

Chapter 761: Chapter 721: Asking about the Past (Add 1 more)

The city of Sheffield took on a gloomy aura after nightfall, as if blanketed by a thick fog.

From the look of the weather, rain was imminent.

The surface of Herta Kingdom had returned to its initial quietness and its original state. At least, there were no apparent signs of anything unusual.

In Western Europe, the situation remained delicately balanced with the Judgment Hall. The emergence of the Lomn Sect didn’t provide the Judgment Hall with additional leverage.

On the contrary, their arrival caused a strain on the Judgment Hall, making it unlikely for them to target Herta Kingdom for a while.

Those witches who coveted the ancient martial arts of Herta Kingdom needed to consider the consequences of their actions.

Saint Jellico returned to the Land of the Prophet to continue his research on longevity decisions and witchcraft. Without the ancient martial skills of Herta Kingdom, it was difficult to sustain life.

On the surface, things indeed seemed to have quietened down.

However...

Len Hawthorne was fully aware that there were substantial risks looming in Herta Kingdom.

These dangers, for now, he was choosing to ignore, like the fleeting doubt he had when he first received news of Chloe Stephens’s self-destruction.

His immense grief at that time had driven him to madness, leading him to overlook many vital details.

As he gazed into the dark night, Len Hawthorne heaved a long sigh, "Chloe, I hope you can keep your secrets hidden, but there are some things... I still want to know."

Len Hawthorne jumped off the wall and disappeared into the distance.

Austin Godfrey, aware of Len Hawthorn’s visit, was already waiting for him in the Imperial Capital’s ancestral home, brewing tea.

As the car stopped, a tall figure like bamboo walked into the half-open door. Seeing Austin Godfrey sitting in the courtyard, he silently took a seat.

"This is your favorite green tea."

Austin Godfrey handed over the brewed tea.

Len Hawthorne gladly accepted, "The tea brewed by the Lord of Hell is not bad."

"This came from Emperor Chloe’s teachings. All I’ve done is replicate it," Austin Godfrey glanced at him, speaking slowly, "She remembers the things you enjoy very clearly and learned them on her own. Back then, she was only eighteen or nineteen, not much younger than she is now."

Recalling ancient times, Len Hawthorne couldn’t help but feel a little dazed.

"That was a long time ago, hard to believe you still remember it," Len Hawthorne took a sip of tea, then said, "There is something I’ve always wanted to ask you."

"Please, go ahead."

"You were always by her side, haven’t you ever considered the possibilities? Maybe if you had shown interest in her early on, things wouldn’t have ended up as they did between us." Len Hawthorne knew that Chloe Stephens and Austin Godfrey were the first to meet.

At that time, Austin Godfrey had many chances.

And yet, considering their status, it wouldn’t have been as complicated if they had ended up together, unlike him and Chloe Stephens.

However, Austin Godfrey didn’t do anything.

Austin Godfrey was taken aback by Len Hawthorne’s words, his expression turned strange.

"You didn’t know?"

"What should I know?"

Len Hawthorne frowned slightly, feeling there was more to it.

Austin Godfrey looked at the somewhat bewildered Len Hawthorne and suddenly laughed, "So, you really didn’t know."

"If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking you."

"She once told me that when she met you ... she felt a very familiar feeling. I assumed that you two must have met before then. As for the details, you might have to ask Emperor Chloe." Austin Godfrey was only guessing.

Len Hawthorne fell into brief contemplation, then turned to Austin Godfrey and asked, "You were with her that day, right? Did she behave unusually before she self-destructed?"

"Unusual?" Austin Godfrey thought carefully, but could not recall anything strange. Perhaps because it was too long ago.

From Austin Godfrey’s reaction, Len Hawthorne already knew the answer.

"It seems you don’t know either." Len Hawthorne put down his teacup, standing to leave.

Although a trace of confusion remained in Austin Godfrey’s eyes, he stared at Len Hawthorne’s retreating figure. Seeing him about to step through the door, he suddenly said, "I think someone else might know more about it."

"Who."

Len Hawthorne stopped in his tracks.

"King Rafael."

Upon hearing this name, Len’s eyes slightly narrowed, "Thank you."

Upon seeing that he hadn’t asked anything related to King Rafael, Austin Godfrey couldn’t help but slightly furrow his brows. What was Len up to? Why did he suddenly come to ask him these questions?

Godfrey rubbed his eyebrows, choosing not to dwell on it any longer.

As for whatever occurs between Len and Chloe Stephens, he need not meddle.

*

Chloe was sitting on the window sill, swinging her half-hanging legs, with a black cat lying beside her.

The live streaming screen in the room was still filled with comments.

"Do you think he’s noticed?"

"Meow."

"There’s no point telling you this."

"Meow."

"It wouldn’t matter even if he has discovered it."

"Meow."

"Go back to the stream."

"Meow..." The black cat lethargically walked back into the room.

Chloe jumped down, standing at the highest point of the Stephens Family, overlooking the surrounding night view.

She liked this kind of life, so she didn’t want to change it.

Even if it means hiding in the deep, she had to maintain the status quo.

Anyone who wreaks havoc on her, she’ll twist off their head!

There was a hint of ferocity in Chloe’s eyes.

*

Imperial Capital.

As the warm morning light barely shone into the Godfrey ancestral home, someone was already at the door.

Two figures arrived swiftly, silently landing on two different spots, Godfrey had been sitting in the shrine courtyard all night without moving.

At the subtle noise, he slowly opened his eyes, "Since the two of you are here, why not come down for a cup of dew tea."

Benjamin Tate and Ricky Jackson exchanged glances and appeared before him at the same time. "Godfrey, were you waiting for us on purpose? Did you know we were coming?"

The question made Godfrey smile wickedly, "What do you think? Sit down, even if I am the Lord of Hell, I can’t eat up the two elders of two realms."

Ricky Jackson sat down, focusing on Godfrey’s movements of brewing tea. Judging from these traces, someone had come over last night, and Godfrey had been sitting here all night.

"King White came over."

Godfrey didn’t look at Jackson, but handed two cups of hot tea to the two.

Benjamin Tate wasn’t as meticulous, as he took the cup and drained it, simply stating his intentions, "We’re here to ask about what happened back then."

Upon hearing this, Godfrey couldn’t help laughing, "It seems you really think I, as her good friend, know everything about Emperor Chloe."

"Isn’t that the case? The noble emperor should have told you everything without reservation. We came out this time, always feeling that something was amiss. When the Eight Great Royal Forces fell, followed by the simultaneous annihilation of you three masters. We were sealed in a space, what happened back then was definitely not that simple." Benjamin Tate stared at Godfrey, adding bitterly, "If you all conspired to hide something from us..."

"What if we did, Elder Tate? Even if we had secrets, do you think you could start a war?" Godfrey cut him off, asking pointedly.

Benjamin Tate’s face subtly changed, "This means, you really have hidden something."

Godfrey shook his head, "Back then, I was solely focused on saving her. The Eight Great Royal Forces led their divine officials in an onslaught, which even our abilities couldn’t resist. She suddenly self-destructed, taking away three kings and several divine officials. In that situation, I could only save her in such a way, regretfully, I too was destroyed in the process."

He was clueless about what happened afterwards.

Listening to Godfrey’s account, it seemed to be the way it was.

But something still felt off.