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My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

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Chapter 809

Borris’ expression was serious as he nodded. “Exactly. There’s a path for the righteous, just as there’s

a path for the wicked. Since the righteous path can’t accommodate us, then we shall replace it!”

Peter chuckled and said, “Well then, let’s continue drinking!”

Grinning, Boris replied, “Please.”

The three of them walked shoulder-to-shoulder toward the villa’s living room while Duncan remained

rooted where he was, looking bewildered. His emotions were a complex flurry. He had only wanted to

eliminate Nash and make the Duerson family the top family in

Jonford.

He never thought of going against the righteous path. He thought he

was evil, but compared to Peter and the others, he felt like an

amateur.

Going against the entire righteous path with just a ghoul over

Duncan took a deep look at Herman, who was covered from hea

toe with talismans.

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At the park outside of Royal Bay Villa 14, Eric and Winnie were sitting

on a stone bench, passionately kissing. Suddenly, Eric felt a sharp

pain in his heart and accidentally bit Winnie’s tongue.

“Ouch…”

Winnie yelped in pain and pushed Eric away. She looked at the man

aggrievedly, saying, “Eric, you bit me!”

Eric put a hand to his chest and muttered, “Blessings come to an enlightened heart while misfortunes

come to a shadowed heart. A calamity is approaching.” He looked up at the sky, the red starlight in his

line of sight flickering intermittently.

At the same time, Nash, who was amid his alchemical pursuits, frowned. He slowly opened his eyes,

formed a seal with his hands, and increased the temperature of the cauldron’s fire.

It was not only Eric and Nash experiencing this. All eight Golden Amulet Masters in Jonford and across

the country felt a stab of pain in their hearts.

The Golden Amulet symbolized the highest status in the Path and was infused with the nation’s destiny.

When one earned the Golden Amulet, the aura in one’s amulet would

be connected to one’s soul. All Golden Amulet Masters would

experience a psychic resonance when a great disaster was approaching Drakonia.

After setting the fire array to automatic, Nash went up to the

workstation. He unplugged his charged phone, turned it on, and di

Eric’s number.

“Nash, you felt it too, right?” Eric had guessed the reason for Nash’s

call as soon as he answered the phone.

“Yeah, they might make a move tonight,” Nash said seriously.

“The ghoul overlord is not within the perceivable realms. We can’t deduce its target,” Eric replied in a

deep voice.

“The ghoul overlord needs to absorb a large amount of human vital

energy to grow rapidly. If we classify vitality into grades three, six, and

nine, only practitioners from clean places have the purest vitality.

“I speculate the ghoul overlord is likely heading to Quiet Winds

Church. Find a way to contact the church and get them to activate

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their protection array!” Being somewhat familiar with Quiet Winds.

Church, Nash knew that it possessed a powerful protection array.

“Yes, I’ll contact them now. By the way, any news about the Eight-Part Sceptre?” Eric asked.

“None yet!”

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“Okay, I’ll contact the church. You continue refining that pill of yours!”

Eric ended his call with Nash and then called the vice president of the

Jonford Association of Path Masters.

The call connected quickly and was followed by a surprised voice coming from the other end, “Master

Eric?”

“Yes, it’s me. Get the head of the Quiet Winds Church to call me!”

said in a slightly superior manner.

In a café in Jonford, the vice president of the Association of Path

Masters looked at Cillian, who was sitting beside him and drinking

tea. He had an embarrassed look on his face.

Cillian’s expression was calm as he gently set down his teacup. Taking the phone, he said, “I’m Cillian,

the head of Quiet Winds Church. You wanted to speak with me?”