Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 892 Rosa's Heir
One should not be too offensive when testing someone, for to be too offensive means leaving oneself no room for maneuver. If one does so, and Xia Shou is indeed guilty, then one will surely be punished.

However, probing should not be too perfunctory; if it is too perfunctory, it will not be enough to force out the opponent's strength.

Castanet moved, and his cloak rustled along with it. The jewels adorning the cloak collided with each other in the bundle of silk, producing short, melodious sounds like wind chimes. Castanet's claws, like an assassin's dagger, pierced towards his opponent.

call!
With a flickering sound of flames, as Castanea and Jiang Wengao brushed past each other, his attack pierced through a ball of scorching flames, while the edge of Jiang Wengao's arm had already turned into a burning flame.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Wengao tilted his head and looked at Castanin.

Castan's eyes widened, and he almost peed his pants in fright. The moment he saw the other person's body turn into flames, he thought of fire and blood.

Immediately afterwards, he thought of the worst possible outcome he would face and regretted his earlier probing.

Charlie also stood up from his chair, staring at Jiang Wengao with fear and confusion. His expression was exactly the same as Lan Baihe's, completely devoid of any composure.

"No, no, it's nothing. I'm sure you won't hold my slightest offense against me... Castanin of the Castanin family extends his most respectful greetings to you." Castanin knelt on one knee, placed his other hand on his chest, and bowed in greeting.

He wasn't actually satisfied with his response, but he also understood that in such situations, what mattered wasn't the reaction itself, but the speed of the reaction. Just like when a wolf in a pack is subdued by the alpha wolf, it doesn't need to consider whether its howl is pleasant; the most important thing is to immediately roll over and show its submission.

Jiang Wengao stood still, his figure becoming increasingly unfathomable in the eyes of the three. His body exuded a dark and deadly aura, and his dignified demeanor, which regarded people as ants, was more terrifying than that of an emperor.

Among those present, Castan had Rosa's image in his genetic memories, and Charles I had even met Rosa. They both knew very well that the strongest people did not need any dignified demeanor. The emperor's demeanor and majesty were no different from the crown and scepter, merely superficial decorations. When a truly undisputed strongman was born, everyone would understand that a king does not need any superficial appearances.

Elegant? Majestic? Domineering?

None of this is necessary. Regardless of his posture or style, everyone around him will cooperate fully. Just as no one in a wolf pack would raise their tail in front of the wolf king, no one in the bureaucracy would act smarter than their superior. This is true even in the most common food chains, let alone Rosana, the all-powerful king.

Blood and fire... turned vampires and mortals, elders and blood slaves, into equal ants.

For a moment, the scene was extremely silent, like a tomb.

Jiang Wengao's mind went blank. He had just been thinking about what to do if he couldn't control this group of people. After all, none of them were easy to deal with, and he probably wouldn't win in a fight; he could only run away.

Of course, he knew he didn't need to run, because Brother Shou had already said he would back him up.

However, what he saw before him was still unexpected. Was his deterrent power really that strong?
"Let it go this time, but call everyone here. My older brother has something to say, understand?" Jiang Wengao turned to look at Charlie.

"As you command," the king said respectfully. "Then, when would you like to see Lord Summer Guardian? Tonight?"

"Now, the sooner the better." "Yes."

……

An hour later, the heads of the eight new families, who were able to come, all arrived, but two were missing. One was out on business and could not be contacted, so his eldest son attended instead. The other was not mentally fit for such a meeting, so his eldest son also attended instead.

The people present each had their own ulterior motives. Some were looking forward to seeing the demeanor of the successor of Rosa, some were afraid of being held accountable for their own small actions, and some were simply filled with fear and unease.

Everyone waited for the other to appear, and as time passed, the sun gradually set, and the night, like a deep blue ribbon, swept across the east, covering the entire sky. In the darkness, the eyes of each vampire shone like faintly glowing rubies.

Still no one spoke. Only the servants that Charles had summoned lit the candles in the room one by one. Then came the waiting, but now there were whispers. The nobles' patience was wearing thin. Despite their best efforts to control themselves, they had never been treated with such disrespect in their daily lives.

"Lord Xia Shou is truly capricious," one person remarked.

“We just need to cooperate,” the other person replied softly with a smile.

The seemingly nonsensical words all concealed unspeakable offenses. The so-called "doing whatever one pleases" was actually a source of confusion about why Xia Shou was so eager to gather everyone but he himself was late. However, even this reasonable doubt would be offensive if spoken out directly.

Everyone concealed their emotions in respectful words and communicated cautiously, except for Charles I, who made no attempt to hide his arrogance. His previously precarious position was strengthened like never before by the sudden return of the Summer Lord, and now he once again held the greatest power.

Everyone must treat him with respect.

Is that all the people there?

Suddenly, a young, indifferent, and nonchalant voice rang out from the head seat. The air seemed to freeze instantly, and all sounds present were abruptly cut off by an imaginary guillotine. The nine people held their breath and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

The black-haired youth, wearing a cloak embroidered with gold trim, sat lazily on a high-backed chair, his right foot resting on the chair, his right hand holding the scepter casually resting on his knee. He was nonchalant and unrestrained, like a tyrannical emperor who had just woken up and was forced to attend the morning court. The dark circles under his eyes added to his mysterious and sinister aura.

How did he suddenly appear?
No one noticed his arrival. Not only did the servants announce his arrival, but there was not a trace of his presence or movement. Did he teleport here instantly?
Then, the door opened, and the boy they had seen before walked in. Xia Shou waved and looked at Charlie: "Where's his chair? Where do you want him to be?"

Charlie was taken aback, and quickly got up to give his seat to the other person. He hurriedly asked the servants to bring over a new chair, and the scene became chaotic again.

Jiang Wengao sat down in the seat the other party had vacated, and secretly glanced at Xia Shou. He was very impressed: As expected of Brother Shou, the person in the department who works overtime all day long and has serious sleep deprivation, and who complains like a menopausal woman, just changed his clothes and changed his tone of voice, and he intimidated these nobles.

“During the time I was away, I went back to the past,” Xia Shou said.

(End of this chapter)