Elder Rudolf Pollock yelled, pointing at Bobby, "Not a chance. Boy, I know you're the Crown Prince of Blood Moon Family of the Werewolves. There is no way in any circumstance that my witch family will become subordinates of any of the other five Olden families. So, before things escalate further, get the hell out of my territory and never ever land even a single step of your foot inside my territory."
Bobby was thinking of killing that middle-aged-looking man and before he did that, someone reacted even faster as Patriarch Mars appeared in front of elder Rudolf Pollock. Then he smacked across his face making a resounding voice reverberating inside the surrounding areas.
Slap!
The slap sent Elder Rudolf Pollock hovering in the air and making a long parabolic path from the stage and landed unsteadily within the masses of the crowd. All those who had previously raised their voices in protest shut their mouths, and the surrounding area fell into complete silence once again.
Patriarch Mars knelt before Bobby and pleaded, "My lord, please, forgive them. I have left them astray too long for them to reflect on such poor behaviors in front of your humble presence."
"Fine. It's your family's internal issue. You better fix this yourself." Bobby responded in an apathetic tone and then he picked up the glass of wine and took a sip.
Just at that moment, Elder Rudolf Pollock stood up from within the crowd and yelled, pointing at the Witch patriarch. "Y-y-you, Mars, you dare to beat and humiliate an elder in front of the public."
"Shut up!" Patriarch Mars yelled and then he warned him, "Rudolf if I ever hear another word of redeeming Lord Damien then I'll kill you myself. And about this, you can thank me later."
This time Elder Rudolf Pollock didn't speak rashly. But he flung his robe and tried to walk away from the conference hall.
None stopped him this time and even Patriarch Mars shook his hand and then he began clicking his tongue. "Tsk! Tsk!"
And he muttered in an undertone voice, "I've done everything to save your life. If you want to blame someone, then blame yourself for your cynicism."
When Elder Rudolf Pollock reached near the exit of the hall, another Bobby appeared blocking his path which shocked the crowd as they still saw Bobby reclining and drinking the wine cup on the dais.
Now they realized why their Patriarch was overly protective and courteous with the lanky youth.
"Did I give you permission to leave this gathering?" Bobby questioned and then he responded himself, "Nope, I don't think so."
Then he reached out his hand and swiftly poked Elder Rudolf Pollock's forehead.
Bang!
With a muffled banging sound, his head was destroyed the same as a watermelon was smashed by a giant hammer. The headless Rudolf Pollock fell onto the floor, soiling the beautiful marble floor with brain matter and blood which was also oozing incessantly from the severed neck region of his corpse.
Then the Bobby standing there turned into a bolt of white lightning and diffused within the surrounding air.
All the thousands of witches standing and also the elders and the senior members on the dais glanced at the lanky youth with awe and they were even careful with their breathing thinking that it would attract the attention of the suave and harmless-looking youth.
Also, they now understood that Patriarch Mars Queen slapped and yelled at the deceased Elder Rudolf Pollock, just meant to save his life.
Patriarch Mars took a long sigh and he continued, "You all must be wondering the reason why I have decided to follow Lord Damien Darhk. Then I'll tell you one. Lord Damien Darhk challenged me to a duel and I was utterly defeated. Also, have you forgotten the last prophecy of Priestess Phoebe, Progenitor of the six olden families, that has been handed down from generation to generation?" Then he intentionally halted his speech.
On hearing that, Granny Claudia and the other six seniors of the Witch Family exclaimed in a shiver of apprehension at the same time, "The Childe Of Destiny!"
"Yes, may I present to you all, the Child Of Destiny!" Patriarch Mars Queen said, gesturing his hand elegantly toward the direction of Bobby while he beamed from ear to ear.
"Oh, is it the time to give my speech?" Bobby asked as he placed the porcelain white tea cup neatly on the tray.
"Please, Lord Damien!" Patriarch Mars responded politely.
Then Bobby trotted toward the center of the dais and said with a tone that was neither loud nor soft: "Hello, brothers and sisters of the Healer family."
Everyone saluted in response.
And Bobby continued his speech, "Alright, first of all, let me clear this. I'm no Child Of Destiny your patriarch was talking about. And I don't give two shits about it. All you have to know is that now the Healing Family is under my same band. If you follow me then I'll reciprocate favorably whereas if it's the other way around then you'll face the same fate that may be even worse than that headless corpse lying near the entrance of the hall."
He then reached into his pocket, infused Origin Chi into the Purple Spatial Beast's eye, and pulled out four transparent miniature glass bottles that contained drops of blood. And he further added, "Since Patriarch Mars is pleasing to my eyes, I'll gift him with these three drops of essence blood of his pets."
Everyone's eyes dazzled on seeing that but in the next instant when they heard Bobby's last word, they all screamed in their heads, 'What?! You call that a gift!'
In the same way, Patriarch Mars made an expression that was unsure whether he would smile or cry.
"Eh, Patriarch Mars, don't make that face. If you don't like them I'll bring out another item." Bobby said slyly.
"No-no-no, it's my luck that Lord Damien has given me such a precious gift. Until my last breath, I will never forget this kindness." Patriarch Mars responded briskly and then he approached and took the four bottles while thanking him.
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