MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King)-Chapter 41 Tower Keeper

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   Chapter 41 Tower Keeper

  Coulter was sweating after listening to the conversation between Vincent and William, during which he even doubted whether it was the right choice for him to stay.

  Although he didn't understand much of the conversation between the two, he still understood the conversation in which William wanted Vincent to be the new ruler of Blackwater.

   is more than understanding, he felt horrified after listening to it.

  Can the Duke of Thorns in Blackwater Province just replace it?

   What's even more terrifying is that when the two of them were talking about this topic, they didn't argue in the direction of "can or not" at all, but kept talking about "would you like" and "what's the point".

"I reject…"

  Vincent finally said, and after that, he raised the spell matchmaker in his hand and assumed a fighting posture.

  William looked at the electric light on Vincent's magic agent and evaluated it in his heart.

   The opponent is probably at the level of a high-level mage at the later stage of the game. Of course, there may be some trump cards, but in general, it should only be a matter of a few seconds.

   So he opened his mouth and reminded: "Are you sure you want to do this? You should know that you have no chance."

  Vincent understood that this was the truth. When the opponent used [Zero Entropy] before, as long as he was also regarded as the casting target, the opponent would have countless opportunities to kill him in the realm where time stopped.

   But he asked rhetorically:

   "I know, but after I rejected your proposal, would you still be kind enough to let me go alive?"

   "You can leave here, go back and think about it slowly, don't worry, I'm very patient."

  William replied easily.

  Vincent asked suspiciously: "Then you are not afraid that I will go back and tell Duke Simon all of your attempts?"

  William shook his head: "You misunderstood."

   Looking at Vincent's puzzled expression, he continued:

"First of all, what I said just now is not an attempt, but a fact that is destined to happen in the future. Second, I don't really care whether you or someone else takes over here in the end. I just think it will be more convenient to choose you, maybe It can stabilize the situation faster and reduce the casualties of innocent people, that's all."

  William paused, then continued:

   "Of course, if you insist that there is any reason, it may be because your daughter is a kind person. I would feel a little sorry for killing her father like this."

   "Liliana she..."

   Hearing this sentence, Vincent hesitated for a few seconds and said.

"but!"

   But William interrupted Vincent by raising his volume slightly.

"But all this patience will come until you try to attack me, and I'm not generous enough to let someone try to kill me. By the same token, unless I find someone better than you, I The proposal that you control the City of Thorns will continue until you stand against me."

   And then I will not be so merciful.

  Vincent understood the meaning in the eyes of the other party.

  So, the electric light on the magic agent dimmed, he bowed slightly to William to show his respect, and then slowly turned to leave.

   "I know that some things may be difficult for you to accept at the moment, but I hope you will think about it, a kingdom controlled by the three goddesses of the moon, and a kingdom where humans do not need gods, which one is more in line with your expectations for the future."

  William finally said towards his back.

   Looking at Vincent's back gradually disappearing into the mine, the sweaty Colt tugged at William's sleeve and asked cautiously:

   "Did you really just let him go? He just rejected your proposal..."

   "If he just agreed so directly, that would be something to be vigilant about."

  William said, snapped his fingers towards the corpse of the web weaver on the side of the hall, and a deep space crack opened from there, and a few big bandaged hands stretched out from it and moved the corpse inside.

"why?"

  Colter asked nervously at the big hand sticking out from the space rift.

   "People who yearn for power often don't deserve it. People like him who have absolutely no ambition to rule are a better choice."

  Coulter nodded in understanding.

"Let's go."

  William put his hand on Colt's body, a flash of light flashed, and the two disappeared in this hall, as if they had never existed here.

  …

  According to the theory of the Seven Holy Spirit Creation Model, the air is the basic element that constitutes the soul, the breath transformed by the Holy Spirit "mother", and the lightest part of the creation.

   Therefore, high-level storm spells are often related to the soul, and the most effective way to distinguish between living creatures and undead is to observe whether the target is breathing.

   All in all, the air in this world is completely different from the world before William passed through.

   "But why is there an ionized ozone smell?"

   After a brief flash of electric light, William and Colt appeared out of thin air in a richly decorated hotel room. As soon as they landed, William complained.

   "What is ozone?"

  Coulter asked curiously, repeating the strange mouthful of pronunciation.

"nothing…"

  William covered his nose and opened the window.

  Cort nodded, then looked around and asked, "Then what is this place?"

  The breeze with the scent of roses dissipated the faint odor. William looked out the window and replied absentmindedly: "The Horse Hotel, I have been living here all this time. By the way, is this place far from your home?"

  Coulter looked at the chalky building in the style of Platinum City outside and shook his head: "I've never been around here."

  This is the upper town near the Rose Palace, and the guards won't even let him in when they see what he's wearing.

   "Then do you know the way back?"

  William turned around and asked.

"Know."

   Colt Head.

  William walked over, took out a bottle of green potion and a primitive parchment scroll from his robe and handed it to him.

"You go home now and give your father this bottle of potion to drink. Although he can't cure his broken leg, it's okay to restore his blind eye. Then tell him to take the Make things clear. Just tear this scroll and it will teleport you to Sigmons, understand?"

  Colter took the potion and scroll, nodded earnestly, and then asked suspiciously:

   "What about you? Lord Judge, where are you going next?"

  William turned his head and looked at the magnificent star lighthouse outside the window, and at the deep magical light on the top of the tower.

   "I'm going to have a look there."

   William replied.

  Coulter also looked at the lighthouse, and then immediately looked away.

   When he was a child, many elders had warned him not to stare at the flashing lights there, or the soul would be sucked in.

   "Just to have a look?"

  Coulter asked cautiously.

  William replied very easily:

   "Just to have a look, I want to see what has changed from the previous design."

  …

   Star Lighthouse, stargazing room.

   Nine dark red gems were connected by Elemental Silver into a sickle shape.

   This is the star map of the constellation Stranger.

  Mo guest seat, symbolizing death, wandering and never-ending wandering, is a numerology that can study necromancy, shadow and storm spells.

  An old man with gray hair and a withered face sat quietly in front of the star map, surrounded by an ominous aura.

  Three dim phantoms gathered around him in human form, but they collapsed at the moment when they were about to become human.

   is like some kind of exercise.

   After a long time, the three phantoms suddenly exploded and turned into pitch-black shadows and merged into the shadow of the old man. He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Do you want to come over and destroy the records of the reverberation?"

   Outside the door of the star-gazing room, a majestic middle-aged man stood there. This man was the lord of Thorns City, Simon Walder.

   He looked at the old man and nodded.

   "After all, it's under the Silver Stream Mine. If the church finds out, it might be a little troublesome."

   The old man sneered and said, "That might be someone sent by the church. I heard that the Eighth Religion has noticed the problem here."

   Duke Simon shook his head.

"As long as it wasn't for the Demon Burying Organization to send someone over, things would not get out of control. The cooperation between you and me can continue. The Eighth Religion is just coveting the sword in the Holy Tomb as usual, and the reasons are just incidental. "

  The old man said with the same expression: "But I heard that the Eighth Religion has sent a ruthless character here. It seems to be the young man who was in the limelight in Longxi Province some time ago?"

Duke Simon showed a meaningful smile and said: "Nezmaar, the daughter of silver blood, oh, the nickname is quite suitable for this city. But it doesn't matter, my people are watching her closely, and the local The support the church can give her is limited, and she can't do much."

  The old man seemed to be relieved when he heard the words, he closed his eyes again and said:

   "If you just delete the reverberation record, you can't come over in person. Tell me, what else do you have to do?"

Simon said: "I'm just here to let you know that the preparations for the eternal gift are only one step away, and the cooperation between you and me will soon be successful. By then, you who have completely stepped into the legendary realm will still be this one. The next Keeper of the Tower of the Stranger."

   (end of this chapter)

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