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The elders were silent for a moment, and then they echoed and agreed with the clan leader's speech.

What he said probably meant that there is no obstacle that a family cannot overcome.

Although the patriarch had a smile on his face, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Although he knew that this consideration was for the benefit of the family, the words on the small note were still fresh in his mind.

Only I know the contradictory feelings at this moment.

But as she continued to give herself hints, the burning anger gradually subsided.

However, just as these elders reached a consensus, a discordant voice suddenly sounded from below:

"No! I don't agree with this decision!"

Including the clan leader, elders, and countless others present, all looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Once everyone saw who was speaking, they were no longer surprised.

The one who spoke out in opposition was Chernosark's father, the succubus Marcel.

"Our decision cannot be changed! You have no right to interfere! Take your place, Marcel!"

An elder shouted harshly.

The other elders also looked at him unfriendly. The Holy Spirit Family has always had strict rules. This was due to their unity but was also a necessary measure.

Such verbal confrontation with higher-ups is rare.

But since this member is a succubus, it is understandable.

Among demons, succubus have an extremely low birth rate. Although they are cruel and evil by nature, they value their offspring more than their own lives. Even if they join the fanatical ideology of the Holy Spirit Family, this nature cannot be erased.

The reason why the Holy Spirit Patriarch was able to conceive the offspring of this succubus was because of her family's technical means.

Facing the elders' scolding, Marcel's face was ferocious, and he just stared at the Holy Spirit Patriarch. He would not give up on avenging his son!

The clan leader maintained his dignity and looked down at her husband with a little indifference, and spoke softly:

“Dear, do you want to betray the Holy Spirit Family?”

Just a few words made the male succubus below look stunned for a moment.

Two thoughts kept colliding in his mind.

Family first, or son first? ...The succubus covered her head.

Above him, the Holy Spirit Patriarch's fingers were tapping in a rhythmical pattern, performing a secret technique that only the Patriarch knew.

This secret method, combined with words, can have a powerful brainwashing effect.

"Martel, don't forget that in the Demon Realm, you are just a low-level demon with no future. It is the great Holy Spirit Family that guided you to reach a high position in your tribe. Without the Holy Spirit Family, you are nothing..."

Listening to the words of the patriarch, the idea of ​​family supremacy gradually prevailed. Marcel shed tears in pain and said with difficulty: "I choose to follow the arrangements of the family..."

"That's right..." The Holy Spirit Patriarch raised his lips.

……

King's capital.

After Glenn secretly met with King Zen in werewolf form, he was given the right to enter the Royal Library, and is now looking up historical materials in the Royal Library.

With the help of servants handpicked by the king, Glenn can find what he wants in this vast sea of ​​books.

The process of finding the information he needed went more smoothly than he had imagined, and he had now found several methods that might be effective in controlling his sanity.

He marked all of these, just waiting to try them one by one.

The books he was looking for were piled at his feet. He held the book he was looking for in one hand and a pen in the other. If he came across any feasible information, he would write it down in the notebook he brought with him.

The attendant at the side had been standing quietly, like an emotionless puppet, but whenever Glenn asked a question, he would change his expression in a second and answer with a smile.

Glenn found another piece of information that seemed useful and was about to analyze it when he heard footsteps next to him.

He didn't care at first, but a very special aura enveloped him, forcing him to pay attention.

So he subconsciously looked up and was stunned for a moment.

What caught my eye was an extremely beautiful girl, wearing a simple dress, with loose soft black hair, and a delicate little face with a slightly sickly paleness, which made her look even more delicate.

This is a woman who can make men subconsciously want to possess her. She is Illya, whom Glenn met once at the dance.

Illya didn't look at Glenn's eyes, but she naturally knew what he looked like at the moment. She was very satisfied with this and wondered what his reaction would be next.

If Glenn just looked at him quietly and didn't come over, then Illya would glance at him lightly, leaving an indelible impression on him, and then create a few more encounters to slowly control him.

If Glenn couldn't help but come forward to chat, it meant that the other party was a confident and eager werewolf, and Illya would be more confident in taking him down and would be easy to control.

God of Flowers, God of Flowers, don’t blame me, your messenger is mine... Illya said in her heart.

But then Glenn made a most unlikely reaction in Illya's eyes. The werewolf sitting among the books just looked up in a daze for a moment, then sniffed and continued to look down, as if he just looked at a passerby who was amazed.

Illya walked over here pretending to look for a book, because Glenn's reaction just now made her stunned for a moment, but she quickly adjusted herself.

He seems to be a difficult guy... She judged Glenn in her mind.

Although this situation seemed almost impossible beforehand, she still made a plan.

Illya seemed to turn her head and glance at Glenn, then looked at the servant beside Glenn, with some curiosity showing on her face. She hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

A slightly delicate and pleasant female voice sounded beside Glenn's ears: "Excuse me..."

Glenn looked up again, with a puzzled look on his face.

Illya blushed slightly, like a shy girl. "Excuse me, are you the werewolf who saved us?"

Glenn nodded, "It's me."

Illya immediately revealed an expression of great surprise, a look of admiration that could greatly satisfy a man's vanity, and the bursting little stars stimulated Glenn's heartbeat.

He did not deliberately conceal his feelings, but showed a reserved smile, making the other party think that he was very pleased.

Originally, Glenn had no intention of approaching this strange girl, but since she came up to him, he decided to play along.

His werewolf face after transformation is now well controlled, and the expressions that convey emotions are easy to understand.

Illya breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was difficult to deal with, he was not as difficult as she had imagined. At least her charm still worked.

She held up her skirt and sat down, clasping her hands in front of her chest, "Mr. Werewolf, I really don't know how to thank you for saving me when I was most desperate..."

Before he could finish, Glenn interrupted, "I remember that you seemed to be cursed. Are you not saved yet?"

Illya choked, but quickly recovered and explained, "Thanks to the great sage Afre, he found a way to suppress the curse in my body. Now I can go out for a walk."