Arthur the Wolf Elder

The birthday party was exactly the same as in the previous life.

Pride?

Winters' soft gaze became a little sharper under the crystal light.

She glanced down at her palm, which showed a light blue crystal-like pattern.

Duke Massa's wolf crystals seemed to melt into Winters' flesh and blood.

Living again, she would be the pride of House Sutherland.

She would be the most honorable female Lord Winters Sutherland.

Frederick suddenly said loudly, "Let's wish today's heroine, Ms. Winters, a happy birthday!"

After Winters' thoughts were interrupted, she glanced at Frederick before picking up her wine glass and, without a moment's hesitation, drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp.

This noisy fox, surprisingly, hadn't left yet.

"Ms. Winters, is it wondering why I haven't left?" Frederick whispered close to her.

The blue pupils reflected her shadow.

It was a look that Winters extremely hated because in her previous life, she had seen it a thousand times in the eyes of that male serpent, Chris.

Without waiting for Winters to answer Frederick's words, the huge crystal chandelier above their heads suddenly shook violently.

A strong wolf aura rushed straight in through the castle doors.

"The birthday of the great lady of the Sutherland family, Massa you old man didn't even notify our Wolf Clan Elder Council."

The one who spoke at the head was Wolf Clan Grand Elder Arthur, Winters silently put down his wine glass and put his hands behind his back.

Outside the castle, twelve warriors stood expressionless.

Winters was apprehensive in her heart, she must not let them find out that the wolf crystal stone was inside her.

In her last life, Elder Arthur did come, but it wasn't for her birthday.

The man in the wheelchair coughed and let out the same cheerful laugh as Duke Massa, "Then it must be that old thing Mike forgot."

"Winters, come and meet your Uncle Arthur."

"Yes, Uncle Massa."

It was uncertain whether the illusion was real or not, but it was not appropriate to make any noise at the moment.

Winters pretended to be a good and quiet person to go forward to greet, the wolf crystal stone seemed to be close to something, Winters' palm suddenly had a sharp stabbing pain, she endured the pain and symbolically greeted Elder Arthur for a moment or two.

Elder Arthur was wearing a black robe cloak, he possessed a full silver beard and his eyes were slightly cloudy.

It was obvious that he had rushed over on foot for a long time.

"Dear Ms. Winters, it's been a long time, I wish you a happy birthday, you are as beautiful as your mother."

"Thank you, Elder Arthur."

Arthur nodded, his eyes looking past Winters to Frederick, and coldly grimaced.

"Massa, I can't believe you sought out this boy."

Winters looked up, his eyes drawn to the insignia on Elder Arthur's cloak, which turned out to be a star-tracker design.

"Yes, the Midsummer Festival is coming up."

The fake duke in the wheelchair coughed, his otherwise slack back looking slightly taut.

Winters' keen eyes observed Frederick's hand also clenched slightly.

For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

The Midsummer Festival was held once every twenty years!

Everyone in the audience had lifted their spirits because of the "Midsummer Sacrifice".

Twenty years ago, a lot of people died in that festival.

Winters looked at Arthur's cloudy eyes, and the scenes of the Midsummer Festival suddenly reappeared in her mind: the altar, the crystal hourglass, the star tracker, and the crystal scepter placed in the center of the altar!

Duke Massa had been hit by the Sutherland family's curse, and the wolf crystals in his body were unstable, the reason why this required the crystal scepter of the Fox Clan.

No!

The Crystal Scepter is not a Fox Clan item, it should originally belong to the Sutherland Clan.

That's what the Carpe family had been looking for.

Duke Massa asked Frederick to look for the Crystal Scepter, not only to stabilize the Wolf Crystal.

It was more ... for the Sutherland family!!!!

Winters came to a realization, and the stinging pain in her palm faded.

She had thought that being reborn was nothing more than a way to avoid the vicious serpent people of her last life, thus guarding the Sutherland family dynasty.

But now it seemed that she still had to figure out the matter of the curse, as well as the true cause of her mother's death back then.

In her last life, during the Midsummer Ritual, Winters had long since been banished from Massa because of the bloodline taint.

What had happened in between, she had forgotten all about it.

Winters really wanted to knock her head, this twelve year old body, it seems that some of it has not yet received all the memories of her last life, or is it because of that matter in the dungeon of the Massa Castle that her memories have fluctuating illusions.

The huge pink cake was pushed into the banquet hall by the servants, and the layers of cream wrapped around the wolf-shaped sculpture.

It was obvious that Duke Massa favored Winters.

Winters' eyes were a little moist; Duke Massa had detonated his wolf crystals for her safety.

"Arthur, you and I haven't seen each other for more than ten years, right, go, take you to see this Massa Castle of mine."

"Good, old Massa."

The fake duke's gaze signaled Mike to push his wheelchair and led Elder Arthur out, and Frederick followed.

The stark air pressure in the banquet hall was lifted and the group waited for the delicious birthday cake.

Selwang cut the cake and handed it to Winters and Amelia.

"What brings you here, Sylvain?" Winters was slightly surprised.

"Mrs. Beatrice told you to go home early,"

"Okay, Selwang."

Winters glanced at Eric, who was not far away, being held by Earl Jason by the ears, and said,

"Selwang, cut a piece of the cake for Eric for me."