Honkai Summoning.

“If I kill them all, will I still be a marquis?” Tranton said irritably.

Su Mo looked at the female demon butler beside him, who was making tea for Ciel with a rather elegant posture: "Then let the parties involved resolve this themselves—Sebastian, can't you handle this matter?"

The group of people outside the manor were not bad people, but a group of men pursuing true love.

That day, Transon made a high-profile entrance into the city, and even the little girl Charles and her butler attracted attention.

The consequence of this attention was that the "second or third generation of nobles" in the capital, who were idle every day, full of hormones, and had nowhere to vent their energy, suddenly felt that they had a great goal in life.

After a day of investigation, they discovered that the adorable little girl was a rare and precious resource in the capital—a countess, and the woman who possessed both allure and heroism, whose every move could captivate souls, was the countess's housekeeper.

Like a ray of sunlight piercing through the dark clouds, casting dappled light and shadow on their faces and bodies, suddenly making their gloomy and impoverished lives radiant.

The above passage comes from outside the manor, spoken by the son of an earl who claims to be a poet.

Their so-called goal was to pursue the little girl Ciel... well, and her butler.

The two groups waiting outside the manor are now divided into the Ciel faction and the butler faction, which can be distinguished by their personalities as loli-con and mature woman-con. The two factions despise each other but also cooperate, diligently waiting outside the Worbus Manor every day, hoping that the two goddesses inside will understand their "true feelings".

Even the rumors about Worbs' manor couldn't deter them from pursuing true love, although they all obediently dispersed at night. But during the day, they would definitely appear outside the manor.

This troubled Hilda, who had to go out to buy groceries every day, because she discovered that it seemed a third party—the cook party—was about to emerge.

Yesterday, when she went out, some people's gazes almost made Hilda pull out a dagger and tear open the chests of those bastards.

In Hilda's words, even the Beggar King's subordinates had a more subtle gaze than these people.

“They are all from noble families, and I am just a lowly steward. There’s nothing I can do,” Sebastian said to Su Mo with a smile.

"..." Su Mo was speechless for a moment.

To be honest, the current situation is indeed a bit difficult.

These people constantly loitering outside the Worbs Manor, causing considerable trouble for the Worbs family. Normally, all it would take is calling the sheriff, and even if these people were sons or grandsons of nobles, they would have no choice but to leave obediently.

However, the relationship between the Worbus family and the Sheriff's Office is now extremely hostile. The former Sheriff died mysteriously and tragically on his way to report to Henry XI, using the Worbus family's steward as a "scapegoat."

In fact, the fact that the sheriffs haven't bothered the Worbus family yet is a testament to Henry XI's effective discipline.

After that incident, Henry XI's fear of the Worbus family reached its peak, and he did not take action because he could not find any incriminating evidence.

If they rashly acted recklessly against the group of second and third-generation nobles outside the manor, Henry XI would surely crush them with his "righteous cause."

Tranton was not ready to fight the entire empire—nor did he believe he had the strength to do so.

Moreover, if the royal family really takes action, there will be countless people who will kick them while they're down. If the mastermind behind it all is hiding there and delivers a ruthless blow, Tranton feels he can die with resentment.

So now he can only watch a group of people disgust him outside the manor but can't do anything about it, which is really frustrating.

"By the way, have you found anything out while you were in the capital these past few days?" Su Mo asked Sebastian.

Sebastian shook his head: "No, you guys were too rough before. You cut off the little clues you finally found."

Tranton, standing next to him, touched his nose sheepishly. His revenge, on Su Mo's advice, took a simple and brutal approach. His seemingly low-key but actually high-profile behavior was indeed likely to alert the enemy and make them disappear into the shadows.

"Actually, it's just a matter of time," Su Mo said, looking at the group of people outside the manor.

These past few days, they seem to be annoyed by a group of aristocratic descendants, but in reality, these people only bother them a little outside the manor during the day.

As night fell, the Demon Knights trained by Su Mo took over their territory, wandering around the capital city in search of those possessed by the Angel Embryo.

Once we find the same monster as that night, it's like finding the mastermind behind the constant summoning of demons. Then, we can just charge in and solve the problem at its root.

As for whether he could defeat the opponent, Su Mo hadn't considered it at all. At worst, he might fail to complete the contract and be sent back to Earth, which wouldn't be a loss for Su Mo.

Su Mo has no shortage of time.

Moreover, Su Mo didn't think the mastermind behind it all would be that powerful.

"Forget it, let those guys stay outside."

Tranton turned and walked toward his study. Without opening the manor gates, those people wouldn't dare to force their way into the infamous Worbs Manor.

A day passed quickly.

The young men, still without receiving any response, left with a hint of disappointment, promising to wait there again the next morning.

Several more days passed in this way.

Late at night, the study at Worbus Estate was indeed brightly lit, illuminating the room as if it were daytime.

Su Mo, Sebastian, Seven Sins, and the other ten "transmigrated demons" were all gathered in the room. Fortunately, the study was spacious and did not feel crowded.

"That's the twenty-eighth one."

The bespectacled man, who had previously played the role of a wise man, has now become a commentator. He pushed up his glasses and said, "This is the twenty-eighth one in the past few days."

On the ground before everyone lay a corpse that looked as if it had been dried up for countless years. On the corpse's chest was a hole the size of a fist, as if something had originally been there and had been dug away.

During this period, the demons went out and found similar corpses every night, totaling twenty-eight so far. After investigation, they discovered that these corpses had actually died very recently, disappearing only within the last few days.

"The soul has completely vanished." Looking at the corpse before him, Su Mo thought to himself.

In a sense, the soul is also a manifestation of life force, and Su Mo is quite perceptive about this. After death, the soul does not actually disappear completely in an instant, but rather after a period of time, generally around seven days.

Even after disappearing, there will always be some residue. Such a "clean" corpse as this is quite rare.

“The traces of an angel’s womb.”

Sebastian reached out and gently ran his hand through the hole in the corpse's chest, and spoke.

“Someone used the Angel Embryo to drain the life force of these people…” Su Mo looked outside, “Someone can’t sit still anymore.”

As night falls, the capital city seems to have become a hunting ground.

Chapter Fifty came so suddenly

The City of Thorns, the heart of the British Empire and its most prosperous capital, has been transformed into a hunting ground—this is not merely an appearance, but a fact.

Over the next few days, hundreds of people died one after another, turning into mummies that looked as if they had been dried up for countless years.

The wave of panic that had been gradually subsiding due to Su Mo's departure has spread again.

This time, it's countless times more serious than the last time.

The security officers of the Public Security Bureau alone could no longer maintain the stability of the capital. The royal family had to mobilize the army to conduct continuous patrols every night and day in order to barely bring peace back to the capital.

Even so, every time night falls, not only the lower city, but also the middle city and the east and west cities become very deserted.

Only the oil lamps on the street cast their glow, and the once bustling tavern was now nearly deserted.

Everyone hid in their homes, fearing they would be the next victim. Only groups of more than twenty people would venture outdoors on nights like this.

The situation in the upper district is slightly better.

After all, these were nobles, and they had enough power to protect them when they went out, making the area slightly more lively than other districts.

However, such excitement is limited.

In less than five days, the capital city has visibly changed from prosperity to decline.

Henry XI was also having a very difficult time.

Many nobles have already hinted to him that they intend to return to their own fiefdoms and hope to get away from this place of trouble.

Although he managed to keep them, Henry XI knew that if things continued this way, he would not be able to retain them.

The only saving grace was that the three dukes remained unmoved and made no move. Had they also become unruly, Henry XI's situation would have been far more chaotic than simply being thrown into disarray.

After seeing off another nobleman who came to express his "concern," Henry XI finally lost his temper and swept the things in his hands to the ground.

The servants standing by did not dare to move, fearing that the emperor's anger would be directed at them.

"Novels, everyone's leaving! Damn it, I can't leave!"

Henry XI gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. The entire British Empire, apart from the fiefdoms, belonged to the royal family. But in reality, only the capital and the surrounding area were Henry XI's true territory.

He couldn't just abandon the capital like those nobles and hide away elsewhere.

"Your Majesty, Grand Duke Lyle requests an audience."

Just then, another waiter walked in from outside and whispered.

Henry XI looked up: "What's he doing here?"

There are only three dukes in the entire British Empire, and in terms of real influence, they are not much different from the royal family.

In particular, the Archduke of Lyell lived through the reigns of Henry IX and X.

When Lyle became Duke and ruled a region, Henry XI was still playing in the mud in the gardens of the royal palace. Archduke Lyle was a highly respected and important figure in the British Empire.

However, Archduke Lyle had lived for so many years and knew far too much. He was aware that his identity was too sensitive, so he lived a very low-key life in the capital. He never interfered in the affairs of the empire, and except when necessary, he never met with Henry XI.

He remained calm and content, living a peaceful and comfortable old age.

Some young people don't even know that there is such a "big shot" in the capital.

However, Henry XI certainly wouldn't forget that upon hearing the news of Archduke Lyle's arrival, his brows furrowed immediately, and he thought to himself, "Is this old fellow starting to get scared too?"

"Go and invite him in." Regardless of Henry XI's own speculations, since Archduke Lyle had arrived, he was bound to meet him.

"I have arrived, Your Majesty."

Just as Henry XI was speaking, a deep and powerful voice came from outside the door, which did not sound like the voice of an eighty-year-old man at all.

Henry XI frowned as he looked at the man who strode in, and for a moment felt somewhat dazed.

The last time he met Archduke Lyle was ten years ago. At that time, Archduke Lyle had short white hair and a full beard. Although his face had many wrinkles, his eyes were bright and not at all cloudy like other elderly people.

He doesn't look like an old man at all.

However, at that time, Grand Duke Lyle spoke in a soft voice and coughed occasionally. He was also sitting in a chair, which proved that he was indeed an old man in his twilight years.

But today, Archduke Lyle walks briskly and looks even younger than he did ten years ago.

"Grand Duke Lyle."

Henry XI let out a breath and stepped out from behind his desk to greet him, suppressing his anger at Archduke Lyell for barging in.

For a duke who has always been very cooperative, this respect is still necessary.

"His Majesty……"

Grand Duke Lyle, dressed in his magnificent ducal robes, wore a slight smile.

“You—” Henry XI also smiled, then that fake smile turned into shock, then into a look of pain, his face contorted in pain.