Chapter 750: Chapter 683: Burning Iron Plane
“Woo-woo-clang-clang.”
In the wilderness between the mountains, a train billowing long plus of black smoke roared past, causing the frightened beasts around the tracks to flee, mistaking it for a fierce serpent.
After moving a distance away and sensing no danger, the herd of beasts stopped and stared back in confusion.
At that mont, a head popped out from a train carriage and grinned at them, truly scaring the herd this ti, making them collapse to the ground one by one.
“No way, is my smile really that frightening?” Locke paused for a mont, then expressed speechlessly.
“What do you think? The strength of these fire-browed antelopes at most doesn’t exceed Level 1, and compared to your life level, the gap is too vast. It’s already good that they didn’t faint to death.”
The person sitting across from him replied casually. If familiar people were present, they could easily recognize this was Danaila’s throne of the true Witch King.
However, as the throne of the true Witch King, Ivan was dressed in luxurious and exquisite noble attire.
This place wasn’t Danaila; it was the Burning Iron Plane, and Ivan was not his true self, but using the body of a Black Star mber, transford through the Transformation Technique.
The two leisurely sat in the luxurious carriage of a train, heading towards the newly developed city—Black Fla City.
After Locke ascended to the workshop master of Endless Spirit Workshop, he couldn’t wait to co et Ivan as soon as he had the ti. The Burning Iron Plane was one of the contact points they agreed upon.
“Boss, do we have to be so troubleso between us? It’s much more convenient for to just go to the Little Black Moustache Plane to find you.” Locke continued to mutter.
“You’re also a master of a realm, avoid suspicion when necessary. Don’t act recklessly, understand?” Ivan said.
“Temporary, temporary.” Locke waved his hand, but the smile on his lips betrayed him. After planning for so long, he was genuinely happy to successfully beco the Master of Workshop Realm.
What made him even happier was that all the plans were formulated by himself.
Of course, during the process, he couldn’t have done it without the help of the boss.
“Look how happy you are. Tell , what’s different compared to before, or have you discovered anything new since becoming the acting workshop master?”
“Speaking of that, shouldn’t we restore ‘Three Create All Things’ first? Without your shared legion enhancent, I’m really not used to it here.”
Locke tightly faced the person opposite him, afraid he would refuse outright.
The most envious thing about the Black Star Legion is its power enhancent, but after enduring the painful cleansing of Endless Spirit Workshop, this internal connection has beco minimal.
It’s easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
Not just him, Martin and Dante equally couldn’t let it go. That’s why they ca over whenever they had the chance.
“Aren’t you planning to turn permanently to the acting workshop master? The Mother of All Things over there might tolerate you once, but not necessarily twice or thrice,” Ivan didn’t directly answer his words.
“Boss, you wouldn’t really have such plans, would you? I’ll say it upfront; this won’t do. I’m born to be your subordinate, boss, and I’ll die as your subordinate. I’d rather not be the darn Master of Workshop Realm.”
Upon hearing this, Locke grew anxious, suddenly standing up, nearly flipping the table before him, never intending to beco independent.
Seeing him like this, Ivan chuckled and was about to speak when rapid knocking ca from outside the carriage, likely having heard the commotion inside.
“Brother, sorry to disturb, are you alright?”
“Nothing, just lost in thought about battle techniques.”
“Oh brother, even on the train, you’re still training so diligently, not taking proper rest, making , your sister, worry.”
Hearing Ivan’s reply, the person outside the door left relieved.
From the voice, it’s not hard to tell this was a girl’s clear and pleasant voice.
“Boss, did you bring your sister?” Locke inquired curiously.
“What do you think?” Ivan gave him a look, letting him ponder by himself.
“Oh, oh, the sister of this body.”
Locke quickly realized he had asked a foolish question.
The boss indeed had a younger sister, Peggy Marichatton. He rembered that under the boss’s care, she lived to the natural lifespan limit of ordinary people, but passed away over a hundred years ago.
“Her na is Sherri Virginia, the youngest sister of Savami Virginia. This sibling relationship is quite good.”
Seeing Locke’s curiosity, Ivan briefly introduced Savami’s situation; the Virginia family is a duke household, Savami is the legitimate heir of the duke.
Savami had a good start but his fortunes didn’t last long, experiencing an accident in his youth that left him disfigured and crippled.
Since then, his family status plumted, even the old duke and duchess began to neglect him, but the sister born later didn’t despise his crippled appearance.
Thus, Savami lingered until nearly forty years old before life turned around again.
“Then he should thank , and even more so thank you, boss.”
Locke knew what the turning point was—it was the spread of Nether Soul Seed. Savami got the chance to join the Black Star Legion, and received guidance from their boss.
“Boss, about what I just ntioned—-”
“As you wish, for other things, we’ll take them one step at a ti.”
Ivan indeed considered having Locke temporarily break away from ‘One Body Three Manifestations’ to pursue control over Endless Spirit Workshop with a clear slate, but Locke clearly didn’t want it, so he had to give up and plan for the future’s challenges.
Hearing this, Locke couldn’t help but wipe the sweat off his brow.
Ivan was actually prepared, and under Locke’s urging, he restored the in-depth connection through Secret Technique ‘Three Create All Things’ again, reviving Locke’s status as One Body Three Manifestations.
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