Chapter 412 - "Looks Like Bad Luck"

"Boss Michael, the Walter Family is making their move! Do something!" 

"Boss, you have to help us. We are your allies!" 

"Boss! Will the 7 sacred families help us? We are on their side!" 

Countless phone calls and messages flooded Michael's phone until he had to turn it off for weeks. 

At the same time, somewhere far from Roane Region, the region where the Sloan Family and the Walter Family resided in. 

At the border between the human continent and the sea leading to other continents. 

"FCK! This is impossible!" Michael slammed the table at his office as he abruptly stood up. 

He had just turned on his phone, and it had been buzzing non-stop from his allies calling for help. 

"This is all because of that cursed baby– AINSLEY SLOAN! How dare she do this to our family?!" 

Michael kicked the chair until it flew outside of the room straight to the garden. 

"Huff. Huff." 

The man a few years older than Evan took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm his heart, yet it was still chaotic. His blood pressure rose abruptly and things didn't seem good for him. 

"Damn it. Why haven't those guys killed that baby? It's just killing an insignificant baby!" 

Michael had just said so when someone sitting on the sofa across his working table chuckled. 

A silver-haired young man crossed his legs as he looked at the middle-aged man. 

"Dad. Told you. That baby can't be underestimated." 

A calm voice sounded in the office as the young man looked over the tablet on his lap with a stoic look. 

"Our stocks are plummeting. The Billios Family is boycotting us. Some guilds refused to support our family. Mainly the summoner guild and the shaman guild." 

"Hmph. As long as the beast tamer, monster tamer and alchemist guilds still support us, we don't need the other two meager supports." 

Michael harrumphed as he took another chair somewhere and sat behind his working desk once more. 

The silver-haired middle-aged man with golden eyes looked at the reports on his desk before clicking his tongue. 

"Raphael. What do you suggest we do with the situation?" 

Michael looked at the 18-year-old young man in front of him with a trace of hope inside his pupils. 

Indeed, the most beloved son of the Aretha Family, and the one who actually made the family function well…

Raphael Aretha. The next heir to the throne. 

Michael actually depended on his son to solve most of the Aretha Family's issues! 

And he didn't even think it's embarrassing to make use of his prodigal son. 

He's even proud of it. 

"...the assassins we sent to that baby never come back alive, right?" Raphael didn't answer Michael's question directly. 

The young man gazed over his tablet with cold eyes as he tapped his fingers to his thigh. 

"Yeah, they don't come back at all. I don't know why. Their family's security is very lax, but those imbeciles can't even do this job right." 

"Must be because of the sacred guardian and the baby's curse ability, " Raphael calmly replied to his father as he scrolled the tablet's screen once more. 

The young man squinted, deep in thoughts. 

The assassins sent to Ainsley Sloan all met terrible ends. Either because the Sloan Family's security is better than we thought, or…

Raphael recalled his own contracted beast that was still at the Sloan Family's mansion, becoming a hostage. The young man couldn't help but snort. 

Dumb Vallan. You must have underestimated them and played with them, prolonging their time to survive. 

All of these won't happen if you just kill them all from the very beginning. 

Because of you, I must visit that baby in the future and negotiate to bail you out. 

Raphael sighed as he looked over the report once more. 

Some assassins who went back while missing limbs or dying all said the same thing. 

'That baby is too lucky! We shot her right when she's sleeping...but the bullets didn't even graze her skin!' 

Not even a bit! 

'When we try to use our abilities, we end up alerting the sacred guardian. Our friends end up dead under his claws!' 

'Because the rumour said that Ainsley Sloan hangs out around the Godfather spirit, we hire shamans to check it out…' 

'You know what? The Godfather spirit is floating above that baby's head and accompanying her even in her sleep. The rumour is true!' 

'Once the shamans make a move, all of them peed their pants just from the Godfather's glance!' 

'Boss, this baby is abnormal. She's scary!' 

After reading the reports, Raphael subconsciously massaged his temple as he murmured in a voice that even his dad couldn't hear. 

"If I know that this baby is so troublesome, wouldn't it be better to make friends with her rather than making her our enemy?" 

As someone who's never swayed by emotions or feelings during the decision-making process for his family, Raphael knew that they had just made a huge mistake. 

Partly because his incompetent dad made a move without informing him of the whole situation. 

When Raphael sent Vallan to attack the Sloan Family, he never knew about Ainsley or whatsoever. His dad never told him that, and his siblings also didn't say anything. 

He thought of getting the three sacred beasts for free so easily…

Who would have thought that they're messing with a sleeping dragon? 

After Raphael read all articles and news about Ainsley, only then did he realise that he should have never allowed his dad and his spoiled siblings to attack the Sloan Family. 

"Curse, huh…" Raphael looked at Ainsley's picture on his tablet's screen. 

He subconsciously touched the back of his neck and mumbled. 

"Looks like bad luck for me." 

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