Honkai Summoning.

"What do you think?" Su Mo asked with a half-smile.

Arno shook his head and squatted down next to Su Mo.

"You are indeed very strange."

After saying that, Arno reached out and grabbed the angelic embryo.

Strangely enough, the moment Arno touched the Angel Embryo, the gloves on it vanished. Arno's fingers, as if scorched by flames, quickly turned black, and a foul, burnt smell emanated from them.

The angelic embryo turned black at a visible speed, turning into a pile of gray powder just like the embedded body.

Looking at the few charred fingers on his hand, Arno shook his hand expressionlessly, and a white glove reappeared on his hand, covering the fingers. He looked at Su Mo and said, "Now you know why I said you're strange. Angelic embryos are inherently extremely harmful to demons. If its activity hadn't been reduced to a minimum, this hand of mine would have been charred."

"Just consider me a special case," Su Mo chuckled. "Besides, what does it matter if I'm a demon or not? You don't want to devour my soul, do you? Or should I offer you one to try?"

“Not interested. I’d much rather fight you.” Arno’s aura of a powerful figure from Hong Kong comics erupted once again at this moment.

Hell is vast, and it's not impossible for a strange demon to appear who isn't afraid of an angel's womb. Besides, as Su Mo said, whether he's a demon or not really has little to do with Arno.

In addition, Arno hadn't noticed anything before, but now he was quite certain that Su Mo was emanating a faint, yet incredibly similar, scent.

Arno wasn't a detective who enjoyed unraveling secrets to uncover the truth. His job was simply to ensure he consumed Benson's soul, and occasionally spar with powerful opponents before that.

What secrets are hidden behind this?

Sorry, this kind of boring stuff has little to do with demons.

"No." Su Mo decisively refused Arno.

Logically speaking, Su Mo would avoid fighting whenever possible, except when absolutely necessary. He wasn't the protagonist of a fantasy novel, trying to hone his skills through combat and eventually become an invincible powerhouse.

"The contract is almost complete," Arno said abruptly, then turned and walked into the manor.

"Benson's contract, it should be about time by now," Su Mo thought to himself, watching Arno's retreating figure.

Benson's contract was too simple, and even with Benson's deliberate efforts and Arno's indulgence, it was already on the verge of completion.

The power of the contract is absolute—at least for Arnold and Benson. Any further delay would only last a few days at most before it was forced to be completed, and both parties would be obliged to do what they were supposed to do.

At that time, Benson's soul will be eaten by Arno, and Arno will be sent back to hell.

Unless... Arno voluntarily terminates the contract, Benson will be spared the fate of having his soul devoured by the demon and will continue to live happily.

"If it's finished, then it's finished. Actually, I'm almost done here too." Su Mo shook his head and walked into the manor.

As for the cracks in the street, he couldn't be bothered to care about them, and he didn't even bother to clean up the gray clothes and bloodstains.

Erasing traces? Such a thing is meaningless to Su Mo.

For the Worbus family, these traces were at most just some tedious gossip.

The hidden enemies will not let the Worbs family off the hook because of the presence of any strange traces.

At most, they'll just use this as a pretext to attack the Worbs family.

And Tranton's revenge saga will not end until his last enemy or foe dies. As long as Tranton and Su Mo live, even if the Worbus family falls from marquises to commoners, the revenge will continue.

A life-or-death, irreconcilable situation.

Sometimes, Su Mo would get a mischievous urge and want to loudly proclaim that the young master of Wobus was a vengeful demon, just to see how the people in the capital would react.

After exchanging a few words with Hilda and offering a half-hearted attempt at comfort, Su Mo went straight into the study.

"Did you find anything?" Tranton asked, looking up from behind his desk, unaware of the battle taking place outside.

"I accidentally caught a big fish, no, I accidentally caught a demon," Su Mo said.

"What do you mean?" Tranton asked. "Are there other demons in the capital?"

“Not just demons, there are even angels. Of course, that’s not important. I think this demon knows a lot about your parents and the island,” Su Mo said.

"And what about that demon?" Tranton glanced around. "Did you kill him?"

"No, let him out now. Young Master, you can have a good talk with him yourself." Su Mo smiled. "Don't be nervous, he won't and can't hurt you."

As he spoke, a large amount of black aura suddenly surged out from Su Mo's body, enveloping him completely. A moment later, the black aura dissipated, and the person who appeared was no longer Su Mo, but the demon Claude!

“My young master is very interested in having a chat with you.” Claude’s mouth didn’t move, but Su Mo’s voice came from his body, sounding extremely eerie.

Claude's face was extremely grim. As a powerful demon, he was utterly powerless against this young man of unknown origin, and all he could do was desperately resist the man's "devouring" of him. This feeling was undoubtedly terrible.

"What do you want to know, young master?" Claude asked, exhaling a breath of stale air as he looked at Transon.

“Everything, everything you know,” Tranton said, his voice trembling with emotion.

“Fine, I killed your parents, Marquis Wobbs and his wife. I also killed the rest of the Wobbs family, and Marquis Monroe.” Claude stated a fact in a calm tone.

Of course, Tranton couldn't stay calm. A crisp snapping sound could be heard—well, it wasn't that Tranton had broken the pen he was holding.

Rather, this guy's thumb dislocated due to excessive force. The pens that the Worbus family gave to their patriarch were of quite good quality.

The pain in his thumb calmed Tranton down a little: "Why, or rather, who is your master?"

“My master is nothing to speak of; he’s just a minor viscount. The Trancy family—have you ever heard of them, young master?” Claude said.

"Torrance, Torrance." Tranton muttered to himself about the fellow whose surname was somewhat similar to his own. He couldn't understand how the Worbus family could have such a deep-seated hatred for a viscount family.

“No need to think about it, young master. My master, like you, is someone who escaped from that island,” Claude said with a half-smile.

"What did you say!"

Trent's eyes widened suddenly.

Chapter Forty: The Gradual Emergence of the Truth

Upon hearing Claude's words, Transon was genuinely shocked. The fact that the master of this demon was also a "sacrifice" who had escaped from the island, just like him, made it impossible for Transon to remain calm—even if he was just pretending.

"When?" Tranton asked.

“Let me think, it seems like it was about two years ago…” Claude said.

Tranton frowned and continued, "If that's the case, why did he target my family and kill my parents? I think we should have a common stance and a common enemy, right?"

“Young Master, even now, don’t you understand?” Claude looked at Tranton with a half-smile, his tone full of sarcasm.

"oh oh."

Su Mo's voice came from him, with a strange tone, but he quickly fell silent and didn't say anything more.

As Su Mo spoke in that strange voice, Tranton's face, which had been flushed, quickly turned deathly pale.

He opened his mouth and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "You mean, you mean..."

Claude remained silent, waiting for the boy before him to speak.

Trent's lips trembled, clearly unable to speak normally. However, after a moment, a ruthless glint flashed in the boy's eyes. He suddenly grabbed his thumb, which was red and swollen from the dislocated joint, and twisted it forcefully.

The intense pain caused Tranton to let out a muffled groan, and sweat began to seep from his forehead.

After catching his breath, Tranton looked up at Claude again: "You mean, that island is related to my father."

"Snapped--"

A loud slap came from Claude's hands. The demon clapped his hands with an approving expression, but when he was about to clap a second time, his expression suddenly changed, and he knelt down on the ground.

A strange black aura emanated from Cloud, transforming into sharp teeth that began to bite him.

"Don't get carried away. I just asked you to speak, not to perform a play like a clown." Su Mo's cold voice came from Claude.

Claude trembled as he said with difficulty, "I got carried away. I'm sorry."

As he said this, the black aura around him began to slowly disappear.

After a while, Claude slowly stood up again and said to Transon, "To be precise, your father is one of the main people in charge of the island."

Despite being mentally prepared, it still took Tranton quite a while to accept this fact before he continued to ask, "One of them? What about the others?"

“The Marquis of Monroe,” Claude said, “isn’t it strange? Although the two families are constantly fighting, they are indeed collaborators on that island, and each wants to eliminate the other to increase their control over the island.”

“That guy… so you killed him too.” Tranton nodded. “So, I was also sent to the island by the Marquis of Monroe?”

“I don’t know.” Claude shook his head. “I spent a long time investigating and only found out that your father and the Marquis of Monroe are the people behind the island, but… there are more than just these two families involved in that island, there is another hidden third force.”

“That third-party force had a close relationship with your father. Back then, I paid a heavy price to kill your father, and I didn’t even have a chance to find out about that mysterious collaborator,” Claude said.

"So that's how it is."

Tranton sat down in the chair, grabbed a handkerchief from the table, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Does the last one, the third-party force you mentioned, know about your existence?"

“Who knows? Theoretically, they should have killed my master the moment they found out about me. But now… as you can see, my master is still alive and well,” Claude said.

"understood."

Trent closed his eyes, processing the series of astonishing messages brought by this demon.

The island that caused him so much pain—the person behind it was actually his own father? It's truly an ironic situation.

"By the way, it wasn't you who sent me to the island, was it, to make me experience the pain your master went through?" Tranton suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

“Of course not. I was badly injured that night and it took me a long time to recover. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here talking to me, young master,” Claude said.

Tranton looked at Claude's indifferent face and asked, "You said you were seriously injured, but as far as I know, human weapons and even humans themselves cannot truly harm you demons, right?"

“Angel’s Embryo.” It wasn’t Claude who spoke, but Su Mo.

“Yes, your father was followed by monsters possessed by the Angel Embryo, and he wanted to kill them… That night was truly not a pleasant memory. Marquis Monroe didn’t have such monsters around him,” Claude said.

“An angelic fetus?” Tranton frowned.

“Young Master, you can think of it as something opposed to demons. By the way, Arno and I just dealt with one of these monsters tonight. It seems that third-party force is preparing to make a move against you,” Su Mo said.

Claude nodded: "That's quite surprising news, but it makes sense now. Your father should be second in line, and the Marquis of Monroe is obviously not as high-ranking as your father. However, that hidden third-party force is the real mastermind, and there might even be a real angel by his side."

The angelic embryo comes from whom? Needless to say, it comes from an angel.

Since people in this world can summon demons from hell, it's not surprising that they can summon angels as well.

But why would someone accompanied by angels go to such lengths to build an island and summon demons?

The reason for this cannot be easily solved unless the mastermind behind it, who is so reminiscent of Gu Long, is found.

“By the way, I can also provide some information. There aren’t just a few demons like us in this Thorn City. There are other demons who seem to be investigating that island and the Angel’s Embryo as well,” Claude said.

"Are there other demons? Were they also summoned by sacrifices from that island?" Tranton asked, his expression changing slightly.

"I'm not quite sure about that, young master." Claude shook his head, and a black aura began to emanate from his body, completely enveloping him. When it dissipated, Su Mo reappeared.