Chapter 304: 296, Evil God Candidate_2
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“Evil God Candidate?”
“How could I be an Evil God Candidate?”
“What on earth did Tumishen teach ?”
“Indeed, he did close the passage to the real Agmilas Labyrinth, but this outco…”
“Doesn’t seem so great, huh!”
For a mont, Charles thought about going to ask Tumishen, but as soon as he rembered that he had beco an Evil God Candidate, he dejectedly dismissed the thought. This grand secret definitely couldn’t be let out. Once it was known, followers of the Nine Great True Gods would see him as an enemy.
Charles would have no place in the Four Great Empires, unless he went to Byron, the nation of Vampires, which did not believe in the Nine Great True Gods.
But he lived quite well in Fars and Inglima and didn’t want to go to Byron. Besides, wouldn’t a person who practiced Bloody Glory seeking refuge in the Vampire nation be tantamount to seeking death?
Charles took out his diary and flipped to the “Agmillar’s Labyrinth” section, which indeed had grown by twelve pages.
Charles didn’t dare to continue courting death. He put away the remaining ancient paintings and said to Sabastine, “Thank you.”
Sabastine was a little surprised and said, “But you haven’t done anything yet!”
Charles retorted, “What did you feel just now?”
Sabastine hesitated for a mont, then spoke in a low voice, “It’s a bit subtle, but now that I think about it, it seems like you put those two ‘Agmillar’s Labyrinths’ to your forehead, and then you disappeared for a little while…”
“But, it’s like sothing disrupted my mory, and I can’t fully recall that period of ti.”
“What did you just do? ‘Agmillar’s Labyrinth’ isn’t that eerie, right?”
Charles didn’t know how to explain and could only spread his hands and say, “I don’t know either. As you know, I chose Bloody Glory, and once, when I practiced with the help of ‘Agmillar’s Labyrinth,’ I accidentally opened up a whole new Bloody Vortex and received the legacy of a Fanga Clan mber.”
Sabastine was astonished, “So that’s how you acquired the Infinite Mirror Realm?”
“I’ve ntioned this to nilman, and she told not to ask anymore.”
“I even thought you had so dealings with Byron.”
Charles shrugged and thought, “Indeed, there have been so dealings. I learned the Arthur Clan’s secret scrolls from Baron Leo, and Asilo Clan’s Secret Technique from Julian, but none of that has anything to do with the Fanga Clan.”
But these were his biggest secrets. Charles hadn’t even told Anne, let alone Sabastine.
One of the most important qualities of a man is to know when to keep his mouth shut.
There are always people in this world who suddenly discover so Secret Technique. Even Tumishen received divine revelation from a True God and obtained the Beast God Shapeshifting Art. Charles found out that “Agmillar’s Labyrinth” could be combined with Bloody Glory, and although it was a huge secret, it was not sothing beyond the common sense of this world.
Sabastine couldn’t help saying, “You really are lucky. Even Protagora regretted not getting the Fanga Clan’s scrolls. He always considered it a regret.”
“The Fanga Clan mbers have always been secretive. Even the Blood Clan doesn’t trust them. There have been many instances when the Blood Clan tried to use the Fanga Clan mbers’ Infinite Mirror Realm to attack human kingdoms, but there were always great issues, and many of the Blood Clan died each ti.”
“Now it’s been years since anyone’s heard of the Fanga Clan mbers’ whereabouts, and no one knows if they’ve all gone to the New Continent.”
“However, the fact that ‘Agmillar’s Labyrinth’ can be turned into the Infinite Mirror Realm, that is indeed a big secret. Maybe the mber of the Fanga Clan who is part of the Blood Clan is now Agmillar. Their powers and attributes are similar…”
“Thank you for trusting and sharing this great secret.”
“Next ti I go to Strasbourg, you can treat to one more al!”
Charles thought, “How co inviting soone to a al is even a ‘one more ti’ kind of thing?”
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He didn’t care much, after all, skipping two als wasn’t much different from skipping one.
As long as Anne didn’t see him, he could pretend nothing happened.
Sabastine placed her hand on Charles’s shoulder and infused a rich energy into his body that moved like a spirit snake, circling around. Charles felt his discomfort vanish without a trace, and knowing it was Sabastine’s doing, he smiled and said, “Thank you!”
Sabastine asked, “You haven’t been practicing for long, and the weather outside is still nice. Do you want to join for a ride above the sea?”
Charles replied, “Sure! I’ll have soone prepare a small boat.”
Sabastine smiled slightly and said, “No need.”
She took Charles out of the cabin and raised her hands high, seemingly calling out to sothing. After half an hour, a blue giant whale breached the surface, waving its fins as if greeting Sabastine.
Charles exclaid in surprise, “You have a giant whale companion too?”
Sabastine countered, “Do you know anyone else who has one?”
Charles felt embarrassed to ntion Princess May, given that nilman and the princess were “bitter enemies.” He vaguely said, “It’s a friend from Inglima.”
Sabastine didn’t continue to question and said, “I also work part-ti as a magician; it’s my contract creature.”
“It’s called Wellington Steak. Do you like the na?”
Charles glanced at the enormous blue giant whale, thinking, “That’s one huge steak!”
He said, “Very cute!”
Sabastine shared, “When I first encountered it, Wellington Steak was being wrapped by a terrifying deep-sea monster, just like the famous dish from Inglima. It was so frightened that it was crying. I offered it to make a contract with , and Wellington Steak didn’t resist at all.”
Feeling a little envious, Charles said, “I wish I could have a giant whale too.”
“Too bad I’m not a magician, nor do I have the qualifications to make a contract with a spirit beast.”
Sabastine just smiled and didn’t speak, grabbing Charles and flying onto the back of Wellington Steak. The blue giant whale was very docile, slowly rotating its body and circling around St. Michael Island.
Sabastine also casually brought out so delicacies to share with Charles, who was still envious of Sabastine’s space equipnt. He had a bunch of antispace equipnt and two magic gun bags, but no space equipnt, which often proved inconvenient.
But Charles had gotten used to it, always sending anything he needed to Machu Picchu. Although retrieving items was a bit troubleso, Machu Picchu was far more convenient than a space equipnt when it ca to looting; after all, a city-sized labyrinth was big enough.
Charles sat cross-legged on the back of Wellington Steak, looking towards St. Michael Island in the distance, quietly calculating how much longer until the Golden Ram Herolf could no longer hold on?
Just as the two of them were enjoying their whale ride and the scenery, Charles suddenly noticed dozens of black dots jumping down from St. Michael Island and swimming desperately in their direction.
In the next instant, a ball of Marine System Fighting Spirit energy, the color of the deep blue sea, violently exploded into the water, annihilating the escaping pirates on the spot.
Golden Ram Herolf floated in the air with a sowhat worse complexion, bellowing, “Thought you could escape? If you’ve got the guts, keep running!”
Charles pulled out his Anti-Space Sniper Rifle from his collar, knowing that it would take more than one or two Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullets to kill soone of the Sacred Order and he was too reluctant to use more. So he loaded regular bullets and pulled the trigger.
However, the distance was too great; his bullets couldn’t reach Golden Ram Herolf, but the sound of the gunfire caught his attention.
The biggest pirate leader of the Whale Sea, upon seeing Charles, erupted with anger like a volcano, no longer able to contain it.
He surged into the air and flew rapidly towards the two.
Sabastine was about to take off to fight Golden Ram Herolf when she heard Charles say, “Our chance has co again.”
“When he gets here, let’s try to snatch that Magical Alchemy Warship.”
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