Chapter: 1044

"No." Azalea was puzzled.

"Their Grand Sorceress, Katherine Hunter!" The Dark Lord revealed.

"The Grand Sorceress?" Azalea was astonished. The Grand Sorceress was the successor of the Mystic Arts Order and stood higher than anyone in the group. Most of the time, the leader would keep themselves hidden from the world outside, so the responsibility of taking care of the order would fall onto the Grand Sorceress’ shoulders.

"Hang on…" Azalea suddenly recalled something. Didn’t the Grand Sorceress die a long time ago?"

"Katherine Hunter might be dead, but she has a daughter." The Dark Lord smiled sinisterly.

"Very few people know that she gave birth to a daughter after eloping with Michael Robinson. The leader of the order only discovered this after tracking Katherine down a decade later. To prevent their daughter from being taken away, Katherine and Michael fought against the order, and Katherine died during the battle. Michael then immediately fled with his daughter and hid – himself from the world. I didn’t expect myself to discover this secret today."

Azalea finally understood what the Dark Lord was implying.

"Master, do you intend to trade this information with the Mystic Arts Order so that they accept you again?"

"Bingo!" The Dark Lord smiled.

"Since Katherine died, Michael Robinson’s daughter naturally became the next Grand Sorceress, and the Mystic Arts Order would do anything to get their hands. on her."

"I see…" Azalea’s eyes lit up.

"We sure hit the jackpot today."

Exactly! As long as we bring the Grand Sorceress back to the order, they will worship us endlessly," the Dark Lord boasted. He laughed manically before he began to cough violently.

"Are you all right?" Flabbergasted, Azalea quickly comforted the Dark Lord.

"Michael managed to injure me earlier, and I was forced to use Blood Shield. I only have ten percent of my power left." The Dark Lord wiped the blood off the corner of his lips.

"But that’s nothing. As long as I can bring the Grand Sorceress back to the Mystic Arts Order, I’ll recover in no time. I’ll be stronger than ever!"

"I can’t believe you’re letting me know such a huge secret." Azalea was touched.

"You’re my favorite disciple and like a daughter to me. What’s a little secret? As soon as I secure a position in the order, I’ll make sure to promote you too!" The Dark Lord smiled.

"Master, thank you so much. I don’t have anything to repay you with, so please accept my small gift." Azalea lowered her head.

"What is it?" The Dark Lord inquired. Before he had time to react, a sharp dagger pierced his chest, shocking him.

"Here you go." An evil smirk appeared on Azalea’s face.

"Ugh…The Dark Lord was stunned. With his eyes wide open, he looked at the knife in his chest, then up at the smirking Azalea. His pale face was a mix of shock, disbelief, and confusion. It happened so suddenly that he still hadn’t registered that he had been stabbed.