Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic-Chapter 419 Doze

Dracula watched with mild interest- waiting to see if he would turn back and say goodbye. Or even a thank you!

But the self righteous cop slithered out of the gate with excitement in his heels- leaving ingratitude in his footprints on the sand. He didn't turn back- not even a glance!

Dracula shrugged- heaving his shoulders down.

If Tom had glanced back- even for a moment, he would have caught the fatigue in the alchemist's eyes. If he had been not so hasty, he would have seen the drowsiness etched at the corners of the old man's face.

But Tom was already far gone- racing towards the city- energized at the thought of a hunt.

So, that was why he missed the sight of the old man slumping into his hammock- fatigue locked in his eyes. Despite the fact that the midday sun was still high up in the sky, somehow, Dracula managed to fall asleep.

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In the middle of the night, Reaves had a bad dream that left him moving around the bed uncomfortably. As the echoes of the past reverberated in his mind, beads of cold sweat adorned his forehead,. When he woke up suddenly, he felt his body was wet from sweating. Coming back to reality, he was stuck thinking about the old days. Memories flooded back, especially the ones about his best friend, Abby's father. They used to be really close, growing up together and facing many challenges side by side.

Reaves checked his sweaty body, still feeling the impact of the strange dream. The room was silent, and the night felt heavy with the weight of his unsettled sleep. "What is going on, why did I suddenly dream of him? It is been a long time since I have had this dream" he thought painfully, his facial expression conveying his agony.

In the quiet darkness, Reaves couldn't help but think about the past, reliving the moments of their deep friendship. The memories played in his mind like a movie, reminding him of the times they spent together. The recollections of a deep and enduring friendship unfurled before him like a tapestry of nostalgia. He and Abby's father, kindred spirits bound by the threads of camaraderie, had shared the tapestry of their lives. They had shared adventures, faced difficulties, and built a strong bond.

In the recesses of his mind, Reaves revisited the bygone days of youth, where friendships were forged in the crucible of shared adventures. They had grown side by side, facing the trials and tribulations that life had woven into their narrative. One vivid memory stood out – a fierce battle against a huge colossal monster. Abby's father had saved him from being crushed, a moment etched in Reaves' mind.

The reminiscence journeyed further, reaching moments of peril that had stitched their bond even tighter. A harrowing escape from the pursuit of Snow Wolves, a testament to their resilience and the indomitable spirit that marked their companionship.

But amidst these cherished memories, there were shadows of tragedy. The past held moments of testing their friendship and making tough choices. The most painful memory resurfaced – the heartbreaking decision to end the life of his closest friend, a choice he had to make for the greater good.

Reaves struggled to shake off the impact of the dream, the weight of his memories pressing on him. The room, bathed in the soft glow of the night.

Reaves, still caught in the clutches of his distressing dreams, shook off the lingering images of the past. He sighed, the weight of the memories heavy on his shoulders. The recollection of his friend's tragic fate played out vividly in his mind, and the imaginary sensation of blood on his hands persisted. Determined to break free from this mental prison, and trying to ease his mind, he headed to the bathroom, the sound of running water in the shower provided a therapeutic backdrop as Reaves tried to wash away both the physical and emotional residue of the night. The water cascaded over him, a feeble attempt to cleanse his conscience.

After the shower, Reaves descended to the ground floor for breakfast, hoping to find solace in routine. He saw his wife arranging the table but his daughter Tiffany was nowhere to be seen he didn't think about it and took his seat. However, Tiffany's absence was palpable. Perplexed, he turned to his wife Rosa, seeking an explanation for their daughter's early morning departure.

Rosa, attuned to Reaves' silent worries, noticed the furrowed lines on his forehead. Concerned, she gently inquired, "What's bothering you, Reaves?"

Reaves, a man of few words, looked up from his breakfast plate, his eyes reflecting a mixture of fatigue and unresolved emotions. "Tiffany," he muttered, the worry evident in his voice. "Why isn't she here?"

Rosa sighed, understanding the weight of his unspoken concerns. "She went to the Russells' house early this morning," she revealed her gaze meeting Reaves'. "Probably looking for Nexus."

Rosa's revelation that Tiffany had ventured to visit Nexus stirred an unexpected sense of contentment within Reaves. The prospect of Tiffany and Nexus forming a closer bond filled him with optimism, and in the intricate dance of his ambitions, Nexus had risen to prominence, relegating Mike to a secondary role in his paternal considerations.

As Reaves savored the notion of Nexus potentially becoming his son-in-law, a subtle shift occurred in his perspective. Nexus, with his Alchemy skills, charisma, and influence, seemed like an ideal match, not just for Tiffany but also for the intricate political landscape of Castra City. The desire for Nexus to be part of his family wasn't merely rooted in personal connections; it bore the weight of his strategic thinking.

As Reaves continued with his breakfast, a subtle smile played on his lips, a manifestation of his concealed satisfaction. The threads of ambition intertwined with paternal fondness, creating a tapestry where the destinies of Tiffany and Nexus seemed interwoven. The city's dynamics, ever shifting, found reflection in the familial aspirations of a father who saw beyond the surface, envisioning a future where his daughter's happiness and the city's prosperity converged seamlessly.

Rosa, observing the shift in her husband's mood, couldn't help but inquire about the reason behind his contentment. "Reaves, you seem rather pleased this morning. Anything specific on your mind?"

Reaves smirked as he spoke with a smile plastered on his face, "Oh, just thinking about the possibilities, my dear. Tiffany visiting Nexus early in the morning is a positive sign. I believe Nexus could be a valuable addition to our family."

Rosa raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Reaves' strategic thinking. While Tiffany and Nexus were their own individuals, the interconnectedness of their lives had broader implications for the dynamics of Castra City.

Rosa smiled and continued her question for clarification "You're thinking long-term, aren't you?"

Reaves nodded as he raised his table water glass, "Absolutely. Nexus is not just a person of interest; he could be a key player in the city's future. Besides, it would strengthen our position."

The room held a silence, broken only by the ticking of the clock. After a moment, Reaves spoke again, this time about Tiffany's safety. "I just want to keep her away from all this chaos and give her a better future."