Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 328 - 328 126 Promise Me Don't Become a Tengu

328: Chapter 126: Promise , Don’t Beco a Tengu 328: Chapter 126: Promise , Don’t Beco a Tengu Aske and Peggy showed no expressions, but Agrippina frowned, feeling a tumult rising within her.

It was the Undead Illusion Sword!

This young girl had actually mastered the Undead Illusion Sword, a technique of Extraordinary Swordsmanship that had been lost for nearly a thousand years and had almost annihilated Solomon’s great army!

“That thing,” Agrippina, abandoning her earlier arrogance, pointed above her head and said, “the Church Court doesn’t know, does it?”

“They probably don’t,” Aske replied with a slight smile, knowing she was referring to the Church Court’s military surveillance satellites overhead.

It used to be fine, but ever since it was confird that they had entered Raphael’s monitoring list, Aske had never allowed Peggy to expose her Undead Illusion Sword abilities in an open area.

“That really is…” Agrippina almost blurted out “boundless potential,” but fortunately, she rembered that the other party was not yet her disciple.

Thus, using her ability to control her flesh, she forcefully suppressed the eagerness and impatience on her face, staring at Peggy with a stern and scrutinizing gaze.

Peggy frowned slightly, seemingly displeased.

This young girl seed a bit naive, Agrippina thought, sowhat disappointed.

In terms of potential, having mastered the Undead Illusion Sword, she definitely was a dark horse with trendous potential.

Once she reached the Demigod Level soday, it was likely that no other demigod of the sa rank would be her match.

The problem was, this young girl had no idea about her own potential for growth, and obviously obeyed the man beside her—how could this work?

How could I, a disciple of the “Henbane Flower,” accept being just a fawning subordinate?

“Would you like to be my disciple?” Agrippina stared into Peggy’s red eyes and asked seriously, “If you agree…”

“I am willing,” Peggy replied without hesitation.

Agrippina almost choked, I haven’t even clarified the pros and cons for you!

Why did you agree so quickly!

“If you beco my disciple,” Agrippina took a deep breath and continued, “you can receive my guidance anyti.”

Peggy frowned.

What use is your guidance?

Aske’s teachings are enough for .

“When you reach level 10 Bloodline Condensation, I will co and help stabilize the Sequence conflicts,” Agrippina continued, noticing her unconvinced expression, “and during the Law dissociation from level 10 to level 19, no matter which Law pathway you choose, I can provide the corresponding help.”

“Law pathway?” Peggy looked puzzled.

“And hidden knowledge from the Extraordinary Realm, you can also ask about anything you don’t understand,” Agrippina said, revealing a proud aristocratic smile.

“Anyway, since Aske said so, I am willing to be your disciple,” Peggy declared.

Agrippina nearly lost control out of frustration, and she said venomously,

“And if he disagrees with you becoming my disciple…”

“Then I won’t beco one,” Peggy said matter-of-factly.

“Fine, then I’ll just kill him,” Agrippina said fiercely, “unless you beg .”

“Hey, you’re at least half a demigod, how can you be so shaless?” Peggy cried out in annoyance, “Using such a thing to threaten a young girl?”

“And you still realize you’re a girl?” Agrippina was exasperated, not caring that Aske was right beside her, and directly scolded, “All day long, Aske this, Aske that, is he your fiancé or your father?”

“He is the Squad Leader,” Peggy said.

“Is the Squad Leader your fiancé or your dad?” Agrippina persisted, now that this young girl had already beco her disciple, she had put away the capricious arrogance typical of a demigod.

“You don’t understand,” Peggy said, glancing anxiously at Aske, “the Squad Leader is just the Squad Leader.”

“What do I not know?

I’ve ssed with more male slaves than you’ve ever seen n!” Agrippina exploded in helpless fury, “If you had any ambition, you’d hurry up and beco a Demigod, then make him grovel at your feet!”

Aske was at a loss for words.

I’m standing right here; is it really okay for you to openly discuss having grovel?

Peggy remained silent, but her expression was clearly indignant.

Agrippina caught on quickly, whispered a few words into her ear, and Peggy’s expression imdiately betrayed her.

“Really…

really?” she gasped.

“What else?” Agrippina laughed triumphantly, “My good disciple, as long as you grow into a Demigod quickly, then by then, whatever you want him to do, he will do…”

“Master, I will definitely beco a Demigod as soon as possible!” Peggy declared confidently.

Aske: …

He suddenly had a premonition that letting Peggy beco her disciple might have been a mistake.

The master and disciple chatted affectionately again, showing no signs of the yelling and fighting from just fifteen minutes ago when the disciple had even stabbed the master in the back.

Finally, Agrippina patted Peggy encouragingly on the shoulder, then burst into countless bats and flew away.

Peggy happily ran back holding a light brown notebook.

“What is that?” Aske asked.

“A gift from the Master,” Peggy said.

“If I write on it, the Master can see it wherever she is and can even respond to .”

“Oh.” Aske rembered, that’s the “Blood Word Diary.” They sell them in the ga store, 198 yuan for a set of two, like a pager in the Extraordinary Realm.

When players write on one, the words appear on the other.

After a while, the writing fades.

It’s said these notebooks are a type of creature; writing on them is effectively making a wound, and as the wound heals, the writing disappears.

“Not bad,” dea’s voice ca from behind.

“You really know how to dance with your sleeves, Squad Leader, even schmoozing up to a Demigod.”

“What do you an schmooze,” Aske scoffed.

“This is tact, okay?

Just social tact.

It’s not like this is the first or second Demigod I’ve befriended.”

dea: …

Wait, is he serious?

On counting, it started probably with Apilius, the City Lord of Olympia, then the Sword Saint Richarter, followed by Red-haired Otto of the Weisbach Family, and now Agrippina of the Pure Blood Monastery…

Unwittingly, Aske had already dealt with four Demigods, and he maintained quite good relationships with all of them.

“Hey, Squad Leader!” dea suddenly giggled, batting her eyelashes at Aske, “How about finding a master too?

I’m not picky; a female Demigod will do, preferably one who is overprotective and fond of her disciples.”

“Sure,” Aske said.

“I’ll find you a master.”

dea was joking, but she didn’t expect him to agree so readily and was montarily suspicious: “Wait, who do you have in mind?”

“A master,” Aske said.

“Who specifically?” dea pressed.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Aske said.

“You know, Mind System Demigods usually have quite nasty temperants.

I’m trying to think of soone who will make you suffer less.”

dea: …

“Aske, are you really trying to pawn off to soone else?” she suddenly turned, her face morphing into one of tearful betrayal.