The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 566 - 49: The Agreement2

"Shut up, Andrew!" Jones shouted.

"No, you have to let finish! Ansel! Just a little bit, of course, more would be better! Even if we aren’t allies, isn’t it good to have another faction friendly to Krimasha in this world?"

"Shut up, Andrew, or I will throw you down!"

"Fine, I won’t argue! But I have a few more things to say!"

"You’ve said enough!"

"No! It’s not enough! Ansel! We need Krimasha’s power! The Blood Clan is also a remnant! All humans are remnants! Helping us will benefit you! A strong White Bone Holy Light Court will cause endless trouble for the gods and demons! They will be even less able to act against you, won’t they?"

"Andrew!"

"I’ve said my piece! Please consider it seriously! I, a Blood Elf, am insignificant, but I sincerely want to cooperate with Krimasha! More sincerely than ever before! And if we can obtain Krimasha’s magic secrets... that’s what we want in the first place. What reason would we have to tell anyone about it? Wouldn’t it be safer this way?"

"Andrew!"

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From afar, Ansel quietly listened to the argunt between Jones and Andrew, looking exhausted.

After a while, he spoke softly, "Jones, go down."

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"Go down?" Jones, who was walking down a long staircase, suddenly halted in mid-air.

"Ow!" Andrew fell down directly.

Dora and Lucy brushed past Jones and flew ahead, hastily hovering.

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"Yes, go down," Ansel said softly, "I am willing to trust you and help Giant Snake City within a limited scope. And, of course, the White Bone Holy Light Court. I can give you so of Krimasha’s magic technology. Of course, just a part. The top-level magic technology in the ruins you are in has long been destroyed. What remains, you cannot decipher. So of it is even misleading. But so of it remains useful. I can tell you what those are."

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Andrew was ecstatic.

Jones was stunned for a mont, then said, "You always address as ’you.’ Is it because..."

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"Because it’s a habit from childhood, nothing special," Ansel said softly, "Go down, and I’ll tell you what those are. It should be helpful. I heard that during my slumber, the White Bone Holy Light Court hasn’t been doing particularly well. I hope to hear so good news the next ti I awaken."

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"Thank you, Ansel."

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"Maybe I should thank you. You are the first person in many years to discover this secret and be willing to help us. Although I still can’t trust you absolutely," Ansel said with a smile, "perhaps I should support you a little."

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With Ansel as the guide, the following beca much simpler.

Ansel perfectly avoided all the Tomb Guardian Demons, saving Jones and Andrew the ti and danger of aimlessly searching the ruins.

Of course, without the aimless searching, Jones would no longer discover sothing like the previous diary. Although, in Jones’s view, such things might be even more important.

In the depths of the ruins, Jones found a place piled with damaged magic items.

"These things here are all broken, in fact, they are all waste that hasn’t been cleaned up. But they might inspire you. Moreover, these things are specially suited for human use, as they were designed for humans. With the help of a Lich, it should only take so ti to restore them. But you probably can’t take all of them, just so that are more important or representative."

Under Ansel’s guidance, Jones also found a few hidden magic books.

"These are basic magic books, but unlike the magic systems of Liches, Holy Spirits, and Demon Lords. They should also be helpful to you. The key is, these books were written especially for human mages. They aren’t complicated, but countless magical pioneers devoted their life’s work to them."

"What about the Tomb Guardian Demons?" Andrew asked, "We’re most interested in the Tomb Guardian Demons, and the extradinsional summoning spell. These are what truly pose a threat to gods and demons."

He looked so enthusiastic, as if he were the City Lord of Giant Snake City.

Jones stood beside him, quietly glancing at him.

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"That’s impossible to give you," Ansel said softly, "Not only the extradinsional summoning spell, but also the space magic, and the biological modification magic. I won’t give you any of it. In fact, none of it is here, all the high-level magic materials were destroyed long ago. By the way, you only have one chance. Take everything you need. Once you leave, I will activate all the Tomb Guardian Demons. This place will beco an inferno. The activated Tomb Guardian Demons will take at least a hundred years to calm down and return to a dormant state. In a hundred years, even if you rember the path I led you through, you won’t be able to enter here again."

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"Alright, thank you." Andrew tightly hugged the magic books, smiling awkwardly.

"Jones, I hope you have no objections?" Ansel asked.

"No, I don’t. I understand your feelings," Jones replied.

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"Thanks for understanding," Ansel smiled, "Well, it’s about ti. You should leave now. The people outside the ruins are getting impatient."

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"The people outside the ruins?" Jones was puzzled for a mont, "Adelle?"

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"Yes," Ansel turned his face to another shadow to the side. In the image, Adelle stood outside the ruins with William, looking anxious. A large group of Liches had already gathered around, "I’m surprised Adelle still stands with you."

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"Because we are mbers of the sa brotherhood," Jones said seriously, "Thanks to you, without you, we wouldn’t have t."

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Ansel was silent, looking at Jones in the image. He smiled faintly.

"Enough talk, ti is tight. Take what you need. As much as possible. I can’t explain what each item is. Then... leave. Do you understand?"

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"I understand." Jones nodded.

"Next, Eugene will guide you out."

"Eugene?"

"A magical consciousness, created by magic, following the master’s orders completely. It’s not a real consciousness, so don’t try to communicate further."

Jones nodded, "Alright, I hope we et again soday."

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Ansel was silent. After a long ti, he sighed, "I hope so."

All the shadows from afar disappeared. Only the eternal darkness of the underground world, Ansel, and Eugene remained.

"What you are doing might not align with the previous strategy," Eugene said softly.

Looking at Eugene, Ansel said wearily, "Yes, but I have the right to make adjustnts when I deem necessary, don’t I?"

"Correct. Your grandfather, my creator, trusted you absolutely. Trusted your character, trusted your ability, trusted your judgnt. He granted you the highest authority. You have the right to make any decision."

"Proceed as I instructed, lead them out of the refuge."

"Yes."

Eugene, the blue glowing phantom face, also disappeared. In the darkness, only Ansel remained standing alone.