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Chapter 1570 - 527. Old Qin’s Friends from Another World - [Additional Chapter for Monthly Votes 9/10]_3

Chapter 1570: 527. Old Qin’s Friends from Another World - [Additional Chapter for Monthly Votes 9/10]_3

But whether it was the Old Corpse Witch or General Winter Wolf, in that moment of mutual gaze, they both looked at each other as if staring at a stranger full of ulterior motives.

The emotions that death takes away cannot simply be awakened by a bloodline connection, and the world of the living offers limited mercy to the dead. Moreover, the body Old Baldwin now occupied was not his original remains.

With faces so different, the only bond distinguishing the two from strangers was a shared surname.

What lay between them was the upheaval of nearly 400 years of time.

No one spoke at first. Everyone stared at these two figures until, after the suffocating silence, the Old Corpse Witch broke the quiet:

"Do the gardenias in Dmitri County still bloom every year?"

It sounded like a simple question, but General Winter Wolf’s eyes instantly narrowed.

This was a code.

A secret passed down only to the heads of the Baldwin family.

Its meaning indicated the location of the family’s most sacred vault, which held ancestral remains and relics. Unless someone usurped the position of family head, the mere utterance of this code was proof enough of the undead’s identity.

"’Wolfblood’ has been lost,"

Winter Wolf General said in a low voice:

"You’re the one who lost it!

It was lost forever into the mists of time, vanishing along with your disappearance in the swamp. The Sword Altar stands empty, symbolizing the regrets and shame of our family. My grandfather, my father—they fell on the path of searching for it.

They perished in the same way you did, buried in battles against the Wolf People."

"Perhaps it was seized by the Wolf People and taken back to the Dark Mountain Range. Fine, I admit—that was a disgrace I brought upon the family, a shame to the Baldwin name."

Old Baldwin said hoarsely:

"I will do everything I can to recover it and deliver it to you. Without the Wolfblood in hand, no Baldwin can garner the blessing of the God of the North Wind; after all, that is a treasure bestowed upon us by Su."

"Then go retrieve it."

General Winter Wolf said tersely:

"Bring it back, and I will acknowledge your identity."

"I don’t need your acknowledgment, Bashir."

Old Baldwin shook his head and said:

"Nor have I come to rejoin the family.

I am already dead. What I long for now is only rest. Today I come representing the Governor of Transia, carrying his personal concern to deliver to you. If you do not intend to invite me into your office, we can speak here.

The Vampire Governor does not wish to face betrayal from the Nordtof Kingdom before the Black Disaster ends. He wants your written guarantee."

"Without a command from the Wolf Queen Majesty, no soldier of the Winter Wolf Army will set foot on Transia land."

General Winter Wolf replied without hesitation:

"I will not walk the path of betrayal. Does this answer satisfy you and your new master?"

"His concern was never about the Wolf Queen’s orders."

The Necromancer cast a glance at his great-grandson and said:

"As a member of that group, you should understand where Murphy’s worries stem from. If you choose loyalty, then remain loyal. Do not be swayed by others’ words, nor make a poor judgment.

Nordtof today is far stronger than I remember. Yet it still cannot rid itself of past troubles—those troubles have even mutated into malignant tumors.

In my era, ruling a nation through soldiers’ brute methods was a last resort.

I could never have imagined that, nearly 400 years later, such notions still thrive in Nordtof. Perhaps it is a curse of impulsiveness buried in our bloodline.

Bashir, soldiers are soldiers. Do not seek power we cannot control.

This is my final warning to you."

With that, the Necromancer bade his great-grandson farewell with an ancient Gunord gesture and, without hesitation, turned to mount his Bone Pegasus. As it prepared to take flight, he glanced at General Winter Wolf and said in a low voice:

"Bring gardenias to Julia’s tombstone for me. They were her favorite gift."

And with that, the Necromancer rode his winged beast skyward and departed.

Old Qin glanced at General Winter Wolf, whose face was clouded. Without saying much, Old Qin simply led his students away.

This was far from the "diplomatic scene" Old Qin had imagined. He could sense that the Old Corpse Witch had conveyed messages to his descendant, but he could not decipher local cryptic meanings.

Forget it.

This headache was Governor Murphy’s problem now.

On the flight platform of Klim Fortress, General Baldwin watched as the Transia party disappeared into the twilight sky. His adjutant, Colonel Duke, stepped forward and quietly asked:

"General, was that undead truly your ancestor?"

"Yes. What it knows cannot be false, but my ancestor is already dead. Hence, this is merely its pitiful echo lingering in the present era and does not warrant our excessive attention."

General Baldwin said softly:

"What intrigues me more is how Governor Murphy learned that our country’s military figures are secretly colluding. And how is he so certain that some of them have sent envoys here to entice us to join their ’grand plans’?

It seems the Blood Vulture Clan and Thorn Clan are far more intertwined than we imagined, and Lady Shani has engaged in information exchanges that harm national interests.

Sigh, the Wolf Queen trusts her ancestors too much.

This is a hidden peril."

The adjutant did not reply.

He knew he lacked the authority to discuss matters related to the Majesty with the General. After Baldwin finished speaking, the adjutant asked:

"So, regarding the ’warm invitations’ from those senior generals—what will our choice be?"

"Refuse! Even without today’s reminding words from my ancestor, I would never join them."

General Winter Wolf declared resolutely:

"Setting aside the sheer recklessness of betraying allies during the Black Disaster, pursuing such a scheme when Transia has already caught wind of it is itself a reckless gamble. My ancestor was correct—those senior generals are trying to chase after political power that soldiers were neither meant for nor adept at wielding. But I know they lack the courage for this.

There must be more powerful supporters behind them.

Sigh, why can’t Marshal Hilaklio comprehend that his time has passed?

The Wolf Queen granted him a dignified opportunity to step down, yet he clings stubbornly, like a shadow of the past hobbling toward what he believes are days of glory, utterly ignoring what the nation truly needs now.

Unable to gracefully retreat, unwilling to relinquish power—he lets his internal anxiety transform him into a puppet controlled by rumors and whispers.

It’s not that he cannot understand. He simply does not care.

After all, the less one thinks about the future, the simpler it seems."

"My old superior," Baldwin sighed deeply, "is truly a disgrace to soldiers like us."