Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 277 - 279: You Came to Me Over This Trifle?

Chapter 277: Chapter 279: You Came to Me Over This Trifle?

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“I dare not take credit for that, and yes, you said I just need to sign on this, right?” Blackhand looked at the treaty, pondering how to sign.

“This alliance owes much to the help of Lord Blackhand,” Bai Lv remarked with a sense of gratitude.

“Here, consider it dealt with,” Blackhand casually tossed the treaty over.

“Any other issues? If not, I can escort you a part of the way to avoid an ambush by those three demons halfway there. They’ve been running to me every day recently; after taking a hit yesterday, they’ve been much quieter,” Qin Muye said.

“Okay then, I’ll meet for just five minutes.”

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“Alright, alright, I got it. Anything else? If not, I’ll send you on your way,” after saying this, Qin Muye directly activated the Super Space-Time Transmission Channel and teleported the person straight to the capital of the Great Nether Dynasty, Ding’an.

“I have seen Your Majesty, I am the Chief Envoy of the Great Nether Dynasty’s envoy, here to bid farewell to Your Majesty and to present the treaty, fostering good relations between our two nations,” at this moment, he promptly performed the proper salutation.

“You waste two minutes of my time for this trivial matter? Forget it, the treaty you’re talking about is this one, right? I’ve seen it, I instructed Blackhand to sign it, are we done now?” Qin Muye used the Magic Network to project the content of the treaty directly.

“That’s correct, after all, as a national document, it has to be penned by the King,” Bai Lv still did not grasp the severity of the situation.

“Oh, so you’re saying as long as my handwriting matches that of my master, it’s good enough.” Blackhand understood; it was just a matter of handwriting, what could be the problem.

“Yes, I’ll be more careful next time,” Tian Qi took the cup, and beneath his robe, a crimson light faintly shone through, filling Bai Lv with trepidation.

“Speak up, what do you want to see me for? You have five minutes,” Qin Muye yawned, and Tian Qi beside him passed a cup of high-energy drink, which he chugged down.

“It’s a bit too sweet, put less sugar next time. I haven’t been very active these days, not much energy consumption,” after downing the drink in one gulp, Qin Muye handed the cup back to Tian Qi.

“My master is already aware, this kind of thing is usually signed by me, and had it not been for your request, my name would be on it,” Blackhand rolled his eyes as he spoke.

“I shall inquire about it, if my master agrees to see you, then well and good. If not, there’s nothing I can do,” Blackhand pondered for a moment and decided to ask one more question through the Magic Network.

“Does my master need to sign this?” Blackhand’s face was the picture of speechlessness; if he dared to take this thing to Qin Muye for him to sign, Tian Qi guarding the entrance could beat him into a state of helplessness.

“This… Thank you, Your Majesty. Please also have those who were bewitched within the city sent away,” Bai Lv said.

“This… I’m afraid that’s not for me to decide,” Blackhand had also figured it out; Bai Lv was not reassured, but it wasn’t his place to decide on a meeting, it was up to Qin Muye.

Bai Lv hurriedly took the treaty, then said, “Lord Blackhand, you have overstepped your bounds this time; I fear if your King finds out, it might not bode well.”

Bai Lv was astonished; he hadn’t expected Qin Muye to exhibit not even the slightest bit of pressure or fluctuation. He seemed just like an ordinary person, and even his attire—odd white clothes—carried no sense of the majesty of a leader.

However, this was only an initial cooperation; the follow-up would have to wait until he returned to the Great Nether Dynasty to have an audience with Emperor Shen You.

But then he thought, just because he saw it this way, didn’t mean others thought the same.

Yet, Bai Lv was unaware that the whirl of dizzying motion had almost scared him half to death.

The other party might look like an ordinary person, but Blackhand next to him and Tian Qi across from him weren’t. The terrifying pressure they exerted made it difficult for him to breathe.

For Blackhand, this whole affair was just formality. Following it didn’t require this object, and not following it wouldn’t change anything, even if it were signed a million times; in the end, it came down to the strength of both parties.

Bai Lv, on the other hand, was utterly horrified; he hadn’t expected Blackhand to actually offer to sign, and then diplomatically said, “This is a state document; it should be signed by the King.”

Then the guards of the Imperial Palace tensed up, nearly taking action. Had they not recognized Bai Lv, various spells might have been launched already.

And they immediately used their authority to teleport Blackhand and Bai Lv over.

What was even more surprising was that it turned out to be a human; the situation left him quite bewildered.

However, Tian Qi, standing in a crimson robe next to him— from whom tentacles occasionally writhed—put extreme pressure on him, his strength was immense; surely at the peak level of the Ninth Realm, Bai Lv could be easily killed with a mere gesture.

Moreover, Tian Qi was from an even higher realm, far above in the sky, where only those with the strength of the Third Realm could fly.

Blackhand, however, found nothing strange about it; within his own territory, he knew about Qin Muye’s strength.

The Black Hand wasn’t foolish; he had long heard Qin Muye’s analysis and knew that this fellow intended to set a trap. Thus, he smoothly shifted direction, claiming he would help guard against the external threat from Tian Qi, but in turn, he needed support.

The Black Hand found it somewhat odd. Why was he the one helping out? Hadn’t you been busying yourself over the past three days? What did it have to do with him?

Why would he see to anything? It wasn’t his responsibility to manage affairs.

To waste Qin Muye’s time over such trifles was sheer nonsense.

Seeing this projection of the royal decree made Bai Lv’s heart swell with fear. This couldn’t be an ordinary person; this was definitely not any ordinary person.

Both parties had reached a strategic alliance, yet Bai Lv was always trying to coax the Black Hand into a direct confrontation with the Spirit Realm Three Demons. However, the Black Hand had already received orders from Qin Muye much earlier that their primary target was the group from Tian Qi, known as demon machines possessing evil spirits, the Intelligent Machines.

He was indeed the ruler of his territory, but that did not include meeting with Qin Muye or asking Qin Muye to take action.

He had also copied a set of textual data through the Magic Network to send to Qin Muye, as a form of reporting.

Qin Muye was pondering over how to equip each Spirit Monster with its own portable space when he received the Black Hand’s message, which struck him as odd.

The negotiation took nearly three days, finalizing quite a few collaborations. After it was over, Bai Lv even began to doubt his own life.

Then he picked up a brush beside him, dipped it into the scant remaining ink, and in the shocked gaze of Bai Lv, he completed the signature.

Although they required support, for the Great Nether Dynasty, as long as they could suppress either party, they would be able to free their hands to severely beat the Insect Demons from the Exotic Realm.

That’s why this time he was facing numerous difficulties, but he hadn’t expected that there would be a turning point.

He was still not entirely at ease. In the Great Nether Dynasty, what mattered were righteousness and justification, or perhaps this was true for most societies, thus he needed Qin Muye’s willing consent.

Hearing this made Bai Lv’s heart sink even lower.

If it weren’t for the fact that these Spirit Monster heroes hardly paid any attention to each other and even displayed indifference, he would have thought he’d been played by a group of people.

Initially, he never thought it would succeed. In Bai Lv’s plan, maintaining neutrality after forming an alliance would have been quite good. Now that there was a bias, it was naturally even better.

After a series of changes, Bai Lv’s expression became dazed; he found himself, at some point, standing before the Imperial Palace, with even the suppressed members of the envoy present.

The implication was that your signature didn’t count.

Therefore, he had to handle it quickly; he didn’t know how long five minutes were, but he was aware that it was not a considerable amount of time.

In the Great Nether Dynasty, this was characteristic of a scenario where the servant was strong, and the master was weak.

Of course, this sentiment was good, and he also knew that if he returned, it would likely be more bad than good. As long as the two parties had not confirmed a formal alliance, none of the three great calamities would let go.

This group of Demon Soil Spirit Monsters could pull out an individual of Third Realm strength at will, which was indeed extraordinary. But precisely for this reason, his caution towards the Spirit Monsters grew even stronger.

This made Bai Lv pause in surprise. How could you possibly know if you’re right here?

It surprised Bai Lv as well. He had not expected to have any gains from this.

The willingness of the Lord of the Demon Soil to send him back was an unexpected delight.

In the Great Nether Dynasty, asking a Ninth Realm magician to do such menial work would be seen as an insult, yet here it was a genuine reality.

The calligraphy was performed with a flourish. Although Qin Muye had neglected his writing skills, a good handwriting was a necessity during his time as a Scholar, and he had put in much effort then. Otherwise, how could he have passed the examinations?

The Black Hand had already sent it to him earlier, and he had reviewed it. He didn’t care too much about it.

It was just that he was so powerful that he kept all his might under wraps, unlike the domineering Emperor Shen You of his place, for this Lord of Demon Soil was a low-key and restrained king who did not get involved in the administration much.

As for the Spirit Realm, it was to be dealt with later on in the end.

Eventually, he said helplessly, “Then, before I depart, may I have the honor of meeting your king, to gaze upon his imperial might?”