Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 97 The Real Killer Comes Knocking (2/3)

It was him, without a doubt.

The person in front of me must be Rothschild Tatter.

Hextech knew his true identity the moment he saw him.

This young man was tall and upright, standing at least 1.9 meters tall.

His appearance was impeccable, handsome and refined, surrounded by a holy church aura, and he wore elegant perfume. Every word and action exuded gentleness and tranquility, making people feel close to him and bow down in respect.

No one could imagine that such a virtuous and upright church genius was actually the cruel, vicious, and inhuman killer within the King in Yellow organization.

You really can't judge a book by its cover! Those blond guys are no good either!

Rothschild nodded slightly, his tone gentle, and was about to introduce himself.

"I am from the Tuttle family—"

"I know."

Hex interrupted him coldly, without the slightest politeness.

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes turned icy cold, his words utterly blunt: "The King in Yellow."

"You dare come up to me like that? Aren't you afraid I'll twist your head off right here and now?"

These blunt and violent words caused the usually composed Rothschild to suddenly shrink his pupils.

He had assumed that this illegitimate son of the Adriatic family, who had returned from the countryside, would be timid and hesitant in the face of the imposing aura he had deliberately created, even if he possessed some strength.

The hierarchy and class system of the church are deeply ingrained in everyone's bones.

He simply couldn't believe that a country illegitimate child with no background would dare to be disrespectful to him, the rising star of the Newcastle Church.

But the Hextech in front of us doesn't play by the rules at all.

They disregarded all church rules, showed no fear whatsoever, and their first words were the most direct threats.

Before Rothschild could react, the three crusaders behind him were filled with rage.

The two men strode forward, their longswords drawn halfway from their sheaths, and shouted angrily, "You rude scoundrels, how dare you be so disrespectful to Father Tuttle!"

Looking at these familiar suits of armor, Hextech chuckled softly, his eyes full of disdain.

"And where did you come from?"

"When did it become your place to interrupt when I was talking to him?"

"Anyone who doesn't know the truth would think you're the Tuttle family's dogs, just barking randomly."

Upon hearing this, the expression on the face of the head of the Adriatic family, Kerelt, who was standing at the door, changed drastically, and he quickly spoke up to stop him: "How dare you be so rude!"

It is important to know that the Crusades were the legitimate armed forces directly under the Church.

Every Crusader was equivalent to a low-ranking nobleman, and after being incorporated into the army, they directly possessed command authority at the level of a major.

Even Cerelth wouldn't dare to be so disrespectful to the Crusaders.

Moreover, these three were Rothschild's close bodyguards.

The three crusaders had never seen such an arrogant person before, and their faces turned ashen instantly.

Without further hesitation, the leading crusader drew his sword and thrust it straight at Hex.

Hextech remained calm, extending only two fingers to gently clamp down on the sharp blade.

"What!" No matter how hard the crusader used all his strength, the longsword did not budge and could not be moved even slightly.

"How dare you!"

The crusader was shocked, never expecting that the seemingly similar-sized youth would possess such terrifying strength.

He immediately discarded his sword, reached for the hand cannon at his waist, and aimed it directly at Hex.

"stop."

"Do not be rude."

Rothschild gave a soft hum.

The crusader froze, immediately suppressing all his ferocity, and knelt on one knee, filled with fear: "Father Tuttle, I am incompetent!"

"None of your business," Rothschild said coldly, his gaze returning to Hex with a mixture of scrutiny and surprise.

"It seems the Adelia family has produced some notable figures."

"I thought that your family would decline after Karls Adelya's death."

"Unexpectedly, you have found an even more outstanding successor than him."

"Hex Adelia, you have quite a few secrets hidden within you."

"No wonder your father hid you in Moremod village."

"They hid there for a full twenty years."

He took a slow step forward, exuding an aura of authority that emanated from him, his tone carrying a deliberate probing and framing intent.

"I've heard that the Adventists have been operating in the area around Moremod Village."

"Do you have any connection with this heretical cult?"

Seeing his blatant attempt to pin the blame for colluding with a cult on him, Hex couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing: "Hahaha!"

That laugh instantly shattered all the majesty and oppressive aura that Rothschild had deliberately created.

Rothschild frowned, his face darkening. "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just find it absurd."

Hex wiped his lips.

Rothschild chose the most useless way to threaten him.

Adventists?

Back in Manchester, he fought the Adventists to the bitter end.

At least dozens of Adventists died at his hands. He personally destroyed the evil ritual that the Adventists had been preparing for years, killed one of the sect's bishops, and even forced the demon lord that the Adventists served to brand him with the demon mark.

Moreover, he was originally a member of the United Front.

They were considered "traitors" by the church.

This frame-up had no effect on him.

Hex's smile vanished: "Father Tuttle, are you trying to frame me for conspiring with heretics?"

"No, I was just using an analogy," Rothschild said.

"To convict someone, you need solid evidence, right?"

Hex said, "For example, a TV series that contains all the crimes of the King in Yellow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rothschild's face turned icy cold.

He instantly realized that the top-secret photo album he had lost was in Hex's hands.

"That thing, is it in your hands?"

Hextech did not respond directly: "It will appear where it is supposed to appear."

"For example, the courtroom."

Hextech could certainly wring Rothschild's head off and walk away.

Few people in the city could stop him, but doing so would ruin his chances of getting into Oxford Theological Seminary.

Rothschild took a deep breath, his gentle and refined demeanor completely shattered, leaving only cold disgust and blunt threat.

However, he maintained the last shred of composure, turned to look at Cartier beside him, softened his tone, and began to appeal to her emotions.

"Mr. Kellett, I remember you were once the deputy commander of the Newscal Regiment."

"I participated in the Crimean War alongside my grandfather, Muller-Tatter."

"That battle resulted in heavy casualties; the entire legion had only about a hundred survivors."

"My grandfather often told me about your bravery and fearlessness back then."

"I have always held it in the highest esteem."

"Our two families fought side by side against evil, and our friendship is deep."

"It's just a small misunderstanding now; some cultists are framing me."

"I can assure you that none of this has anything to do with me."

"Isn't settling down the matter the wisest choice?"

Are they starting to use a softer approach?

Kellett remained calm and spoke in a deep voice, "Father Tuttle, please speak frankly."

Rothschild then offered tangible benefits to win them over.

"I can make the decision to promote Andrei Adrià directly from major to colonel and commander of the 192nd Army Division."

"The Adriatic family will be granted three additional recommendation places at Oxford and Cambridge."

"The two cotton textile factories in the three districts will also be handed over to your family for full management."

"Take all of this as a testament to the reconciliation between the two families."

"Past grievances will never be mentioned again."

Hex was somewhat surprised. He had assumed Rothschild would be reckless and use his power to intimidate others, since someone who had personally committed murder couldn't be very intelligent. He hadn't expected Rothschild to offer such a large sum of money, attempting to win over the entire Adriatic family and completely quell the matter.

In Rothschild's view, as long as the Adriatic family was bribed, neither Hex nor Andre would be able to compete with him.

It seems that torture and rituals are truly a matter of personal preference. Not all heirs chosen by powerful families are incompetent.

Knowing when to be ruthless and not to be polite to the lower classes, and knowing when to yield, after all, Adelia is a military-industrial noble family. Dealing with Kars and dealing with the entire Adelia are not the same thing.

"Father, no!" Andrei's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Shut up." Keiraelt raised her hand to stop him, and remained silent for a full thirty seconds.

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at Rothschild with unwavering determination.

"Father Tuttle, Mr. Muller Tuttle is a senior whom I respect throughout my life."

"His hatred for heresy, his adherence to doctrine, and his loyalty to his faith have influenced me for decades, and I have never forgotten them."

Rothschild's lips curled into a smile, revealing a sense of complete control.

But the next second, Kerrelt spoke with a firm and resolute tone, each word as firm as a mountain.

"But in my Adriatic family, there has only been one family motto, passed down through generations."

"Edria, debts must be repaid and grudges must be avenged."

"Karls is the hope of the family, the purest of children."

"I will never let him rest in obscurity."

"I won't let his insistence become the price of our deal!!"

These words made Hextech glance at Keiraelt.

He had assumed that the family head would compromise for the sake of profit and betray him to the Tuttle family.

I never expected this seemingly old-fashioned old man to be so tough.

If the Tuttle family wanted to deal with the Edlia family seriously, the latter would have absolutely no ability to resist.

Rothschild's face darkened completely, his voice turned icy, and he asked one last question.

"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"

"Thirty seconds is enough time for me to think things through clearly."

Kerrett stood straight, her gaze unwavering.

"During the bloody battle in Crimea, I also made a decision in thirty seconds: 'Abandon the retreat.'"

"Confront the demons, live on the brink of death."