From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611 The Castle in Westeria

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The middle–aged man spoke with a hint of pride and reverence, as though he were describing a figure of near–sacred stature.

“One of the four great families of the Blood Clan–the Augurey family?” Leander murmured the name under his breath.

It was the first time he had ever heard of them, yet from this man’s tone alone, it was clear that the Augureys held an exceptional place within the Blood Clan.

“Correct.” The man lowered his gaze slightly. “The Augurey family was one of the four ancestral ruling houses of the Blood Clan, and one of its sovereign powers. The one you killed was the family’s sole heir, the one the patriarch had placed all his hopes on- Pierce Augurey. Sovereign Ashcroft, you killed the Augurey family’s future patriarch. You owe them an explanation.”

Earlier, he had spoken to Leander with fear and unease, but now his tone was steady, even faintly pressing back against him. The moment he mentioned the Augurey family and saw Leander pause, he assumed Leander had heard their legend–and was intimidated.

“An explanation?” Leander lifted his gaze, rolling his neck once before answering with quiet arrogance. “For foreign races like yours to sneak into Astria and hide among civilians already spells bad intentions. Killing him was simply what any Astrian martial artist ought to do. The Blood Clan vanished from history 200 years ago after the world’s fighters joined forces to purge them. Why would I owe you an explanation?”

The man’s expression shifted instantly, gaze tightening. “Sovereign Ashcroft, do you even understand what you’re saying? You have no idea how powerful we truly are. By killing the Augurey heir, you’ve invited disaster. You’ve forged a blood feud with them, and the Augurey family will never let this go!”

Leander acted as if he hadn’t heard him, lazily waving his hand. “So what? If one of their true apex figures were standing in front of me, maybe they’d have the right to say that. But you? You’re nowhere near qualified.”

At that, he lifted a hand. A flash of light carved clean through the center of the lounge, slicing the 3,000–square–foot space neatly in half and gouging a massive ravine between him and the middle–aged man.

“I only just returned to Astria today. Over the past half–month, I’ve killed more than enough people, I’ll spare you to make my ledger less red. Take his corpse and get out of Astria. If I see you here again, your fate will look exactly like this crack in the floor.”

A chill raced through the man’s bones. A malice so sharp and overwhelming crashed into him that he felt as though he had been hurled straight into a hellish battlefield, every limb turning cold.

He roused his innate vitality just to withstand that suffocating aura, then struggled to lift Pierce’s corpse into his arms.

“Sovereign Ashcroft, I’m not your match. I know I cannot avenge my young master. You may spare me today, but he died by your hand, and I will report every detail to the Augurey family’s upper council. The Augurey family will make you pay for his death.”

Leander gave a dismissive, almost amused smile, as though the man’s words barely registered. “Tell them whatever you want. Tell them Jeff Ashcroft killed him. If they want revenge, they can come find me–I’ll be waiting. Now get lost.”

With a snap of his fingers, a burst of force slammed into the man, sending him and Pierce’s body flying straight out the window. They blasted through a wall before the man transformed into a streak of blood–red light and shot across the sky, disappearing into

the distant horizon.

Most of the lounge’s patrons had already fled, leaving only a few servers frozen in place, staring at the devastation in stunned silence. None of them had ever witnessed anything remotely close to this–something straight out of a battle between superpowered beings.

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Chapter 611 The Castle in Westerial

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The two Westeria Blood Clan members fled, and only then did Leander withdraw his gaze. He glanced at the deep trench he had carved with a casual flick of his finger, let out a quiet laugh, and shook his head. Then he pulled a gold–embossed bank card from his pocket and tossed it to the trembling lounge owner.

“Sorry about that. Forgot to hold back for a second. There’s half a million on that card. Password is six ones. Should be more than enough to renovate the whole place.”

With that done, he patted Liam on the shoulder and tilted his head toward the exit. “Come on. Let’s grab a drink somewhere else. There’s a lot I haven’t explained to you yet.”

Liam snapped out of his daze, and Shirley finally returned to her senses as well. The two of them trailed after Leander in a stunned haze as they stepped out the front door.

In a themed music bar near Stanton Academy’s back gate, Leander lounged comfortably on a leather couch, hands folded behind his head. Liam and Shirley sat across from him, both still visibly shaken.

“Leander… you’re telling me that Pierce wasn’t human? That he was some kind of Westerian supernatural race called the Blood Clan?”

He swallowed hard. If he hadn’t witnessed Leander killing Pierce with his own eyes–and heard him speak with that middle–aged man–he would never have believed something this wild.

“That’s right.” Leander gave a calm nod. “The Westeria Blood Clan–what we usually call vampires. Pierce was a little unusual, though. He had a rare ability that allowed him to control a person’s mind and thoughts.”

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