I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 260 - 247 Lynn: I’ll Give You Just 10 Seconds to Consider (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 260: Chapter 247 Lynn: I’ll Give You Just 10 Seconds to Consider (Please Subscribe)

Just as outside the fortress, Murtle’s speech was impeccable, preventing Laud from finding any fault. After all, he had hinted so blatantly, it was just that someone was too stupid to notice.

Laud gritted his teeth with hatred, believing that Murtle was doing this on purpose to make him look foolish in front of Lord Lynn.

This was certainly a difficult opponent to deal with!

With this in mind, Laud immediately turned to Lynn and began to boast about how he had easily subdued the stand-in for William and a dozen burly men who had attacked him, and although he had fallen into a trap designed by the enemy in the heat of the moment, he had managed to delay them for a good amount of time.

Lynn patted Laud on the shoulder, offering a few words of comfort. Given the urgency of the situation, he had no time to explain himself and, of course, he wouldn’t blame Laud for his disheveled appearance.

Then, Lynn’s gaze finally fell on the trembling fat man trapped in the dungeon below.

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“This is William’s stand-in, his real name is Dorar…” Murtle quickly chimed in to explain.

Lynn nodded, recognizing that the stand-in did indeed look exactly like William; if there were any difference between them, it was merely who was fatter and who was thinner.

“How many are aware of his existence?” Lynn asked thoughtfully.

“Among all of William’s confidants, less than ten are in the know,” Murtle replied.

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Lynn was immediately reassured and tossed the body he was holding straight into the dungeon.

The nearly four-hundred-pound corpse slammed down onto the ground like a cannonball, and Dorar, crouched in the corner with his pupils shrinking, recognized it at a glance as William, despite the body already being burnt beyond recognition, with barely any good flesh left, due to its massive size.

“No need for further talk, it’s up to you to choose life or death!” Lynn said from above, looking down at the fat figure in the dungeon with an indifferent voice. “You have ten seconds to make your decision!”

Dorar, having none of the previous bravado he used to threaten Laud, did not hesitate for even a second before crawling on the ground, immediately expressing his willingness to follow the great Wizard Lord forever and with utmost loyalty.

After all, who he worked for was mere detail; he had no gratitude towards William.

Although William had made him a stand-in who went from a commoner to someone high above, controlling the lives of thousands overnight, he had also turned him into a grotesquely fat man and was controlling his life through the power of Blood Magic. To say that there was no hatred in his heart would be impossible.

“Very good,” Lynn said, nodding with complete satisfaction. He then instructed Laud and Murtle to pull the man up.

“Thank you for saving me, great Wizard Lord! Dorar will henceforth serve you unto death…” Dorar, short and fat, struggled to get up into the hall with their help, then rolled and crawled to Lynn’s feet, bowing and scraping in an effort to please.

This had been his way of pleasing William too, but his excessive obesity made his actions seem somewhat ludicrous.

Laud looked at Dorar with disgust and couldn’t help but feel irritated, wondering how these people were even better at flattery than he was. This made him feel like his own status was under a severe threat.

Lynn was fully aware of the minor squabbles between the three but didn’t mind as long it didn’t affect their regular work. Competition among his subordinates wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“Murtle, Dorar, you will assist Laud in taking control of William’s forces in the coming days. As for those you are uncertain about aligning with or deceiving, just deal with them directly!”

“How exactly to do it, and who to leave behind, is up to you to decide! But I don’t want any accidents!” Lynn warned.

“I assure you, Lord Lynn, I can handle these nuisances perfectly,” Laud immediately said, thumping his chest.

Lynn nodded again and then turned his gaze to the rotund Dorar. “Give me your hand!”

Dorar didn’t quite understand what Lynn meant, but still extended his trembling hand.

Lynn grasped the chubby right hand of the other man.

Soon Dorar felt a sharp pain surge through his heart, his facial flesh twitching, but he dared not move. When Lynn finally released his hand, Dorar saw a flame mark added to his right hand.

Unlike the mark on Laud’s hand, this was not merely for show but a high-level use of alchemy. With a mere thought, Lynn could activate it to unleash intense White Phosphorus Fire, consuming the other person entirely.

However, controlling life and death was not an absolute measure, so Lynn rarely used this as a threat to his own people. Still, it seemed that Dorar didn’t yet have his trust.

“From today on, you are William, the true Empire’s Viscount. The one who died is Dorar!” Lynn enunciated every word.

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In the following days, with a body double and Murtle’s help, Laud naturally took control of William’s forces with ease.

In just three days, all the confidants who knew about William’s body double died silently at the hands of their comrades.

Of course, all this was done undercover. On the surface, everything continued as usual, and the entire estate was still managed by the ‘Empire’s Viscount.’

Lynn didn’t plan to give up this line easily—after all, the entire kingdom knew that William was Prince Harold’s most loyal supporter. This identity was extremely important, equivalent to having insiders near both of the kingdom’s major heirs!

He could receive intelligence from both sides at any time.

During this time, Lynn had also been busy, studying another Evil God Statue looted from William’s mansion, which was also the source of those peculiar Blood Magic practices.

Previously, while dealing with the doomsday cult in Greenrill City, he had obtained a similar-looking Evil God Statue. Unfortunately, it had been cleaved in two by “Space Oscillation,” and its power had drained away.

But this Evil God Statue was still intact!

From William’s memories, it should belong to someone called the Blood God, who, just by the name, didn’t sound like a good entity—probably one who had been defeated in the struggle for faith but still retained some power.

It must be said, William was a bit clever, or perhaps knew his limits, not developing Believers like the Evil Mage Merck but instead learning some superficial Blood Magic.

Then he drew power from a special concoction made from the blood of magical beasts, avoiding the Evil God Statue, almost possessing the combat prowess comparable to that of second or third circle Shaping Wizards… the cost was being fat as a sphere, storing energy in his body.

Too bad he had bad luck, facing me, his years of accumulation gone before they could show their power, dead on the spot…