My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 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 overlord? Duncan took a deep look at Herman, who was covered from head to toe with talismans.

...

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.

"None yet!"

"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!" Eric 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?”