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Chapter 1292 - 1292 231 Times Have Changed

1292: Chapter 231: Times Have Changed 1292: Chapter 231: Times Have Changed “Rest assured, Your Excellency, as long as the information you bring is valuable enough, I will naturally come forward to protect your family members.

As for the issue with the July Club, that will depend on their performance.

In fact, I have already accepted some members of the July Club, and there are no prejudices against you.

All of us come from the Northland and share a common enemy, we should be friends!”

Hudson said with a smile.

In this world where lineage is everything, the Koslow Family, originating from the Northland, naturally gains the trust of the July Club members more easily.

Going back through the family tree, it’s highly likely that some distant relative can be found despite being many times removed.

In this regard, the Koslow Family has always been reassuring.

Once rooted in a place for a hundred or two hundred years, relatives can be found everywhere.

When weak, these relationships mean nothing.

But once powerful, even the most distant relations can be drawn upon.

Now that the Koslow Family is sufficiently strong, the network of contacts that had been severed for many years has been reconnected in recent years.

The July Club, composed of declining nobles, can truly claim kinship only with the Koslow Family among the major nobles.

The successful poaching of the July Club, apart from the efforts of Baron Katelai, was also due to Hudson’s publicity of “one of our own.”

It wasn’t just talk; the action was taken.

While Hudson wasn’t personally involved, other members of the Koslow Family were making efforts.

With the principle of not wasting talent, the older generation in the Clan, all were dispatched by Hudson to handle the network of relations.

Every year, the Manor House allocates a special reception fund.

No matter how distant the relatives and friends or how down and out they are, they must be received strictly according to the protocol.

Even if they have become commoners, the proper courtesies have never been neglected.

Such “respect” is hard not to engender goodwill.

Over time, a positive reputation develops.

Gradually, the July Club came to view them as half of their own, and it’s not surprising that Longxi chose to sell the information to Hudson.

Doing business with one’s own people is always more reliable than seeking out an unknown King.

What if the other party cleans you out and doesn’t acknowledge you, then turns around and sells you to the five major families in the north?

Wouldn’t that be tragic?

After all, the political struggles of the upper echelons are something the July Club at the middle and lower levels of society simply do not have the capacity to delve deeply into.

Just looking at the overt information, the only Major Noble currently in direct conflict with the five major families in the north is the Koslow Family alone.

“Marshal, not long ago, the Church of Ghosts invited many cult organizations, including us, to discuss forming an alliance…”

No sooner had the content been elaborated, when the backlash of the contract erupted.

Unable to bear the sight of the dying Longxi struggling, Hudson took out a small bottle and handed it over:

“Take this Potion, it can help temporarily suppress the backlash from the contract.

Whether you can hold out afterwards will depend on what contract you signed!”

Witnessing the terror of the contract backlash, Hudson finally understood why everyone was so apprehensive about contracts.

Sometimes death is not frightening; it’s a fate worse than death that’s truly dire.

Some severe contracts, the backlash doesn’t just affect the body, but also targets the soul.

Even if the body dies, the backlash continues on the soul, clinging to the person involved, denying them any release.

Humanity naturally has conducted research on the backlash from contracts.

The Potion Hudson produced comes from a formula from the Arcane Academy.

One can’t hold the honorable title of headmaster for nothing; having shouldered the blame, mooching some research findings is only fair and reasonable.

Originally only able to temporarily suppress the backlash, Hudson’s game-changing research has now somewhat reduced the force of the backlash.

The specific effects remain to be seen.

Unfortunately, Longxi is the first test subject, the first guinea pig user.

How much it will help now depends on luck.

After taking the Potion and temporarily saved, Longxi said with a face full of gratitude:

“Thank you, Marshal!”

He was not unfamiliar with Potions that suppress backlash from contracts.

Not only are they expensive, but their effectiveness is also debatable.

Against a common contract backlash, they can play a relieving role.

With such malicious contracts, they are better than nothing.

The results show that the Potion he just took is far from ordinary.

Longxi is not surprised at this; it’s normal for a Potion prepared by the Continent’s number one Magic Potioner to be highly effective.

“While there’s still time, go settle your affairs!”

Hudson said casually.

Having studied magic for so many years, his horizons have long since expanded.

Longxi may seem to have saved his life, but the contract’s backlash is still relentlessly entwining him.

It is almost impossible to escape the backlash with just one bottle of Potion.

Even with several more bottles, one could only endure for a while longer.

Once the backlash affects the soul, the Potion will lose its effect.

From the intensity of the backlash, even Sanctuary Powerhouses would be severely affected if they were to encounter it, not to mention death, at the very least a layer of skin would be shed.

Unfortunately, Longxi is only an Eighth-order Strongman, and moreover, one who had forcibly broken through with external assistance.

With an already unstable foundation, there’s no hope of further progress in what limited lifespan remains.

…

Having sent Longxi away, Hudson began to ponder the veracity of the information.

A bunch of Cult organizations from the Central Continent and the Northern Continent banding together for trouble signifies a major undertaking.