Early morning.
Just as the sky began to brighten, the inn’s door was knocked upon. The visitor was from the royal palace.
Lan Zhe, who had enthusiastically gotten up early to make breakfast for Su Li, asked casually as he placed the plate on the table. “Who sent you?”
The visitor ntioned a na that took him a mont to recognize.
“It’s His Highness Willard.”
This referred to that unfortunate child who, long ago, was sent by the King to the rcenary City with the intention of having him killed. In reality, the King had planned to use him as a tool-heir to figure out the internal defenses of rcenary City, in order to capture Sadina City.
However, speaking of the na Willard, what Lan Zhe rembered most distinctly was that Willard chose to transmit intelligence through the conventional thod of sending letters.
It was quite difficult to put into words.
Lan Zhe looked at the weather outside. Compared to yesterday’s chaotic scene, today’s early morning had rely a foggy sky, which put him in a relatively good mood.
So, Lan Zhe naturally ignored the ssenger’s hints about calling Su Li downstairs.
Only after all the dishes were placed on the table did the Dark Holy Son look up at the young man coming down from the stairway.
Su Li’s complexion, which had seed relatively natural yesterday, appeared sowhat pale today.
With the constitution of an ordinary person, especially a child, it was understandable to feel unwell after getting rained on and then having a ntally stressful conversation with a group of adults in the middle of the night.
Su Li adjusted the scarf around his neck, sniffled, and greeted Lan Zhe. “Morning.”
He imdiately noticed the neatly arranged, even sumptuous, breakfast.
For this alone, Su Li sincerely clasped his hands together and expressed gratitude. “I feel that my continued stable existence is all thanks to you.”
The inn had once made Su Li reflect that even with Prince Ophelia backing it, bankruptcy should have been its destined fate.
Lan Zhe patted his forehead and said, “…So at this mont, should I reply with ‘good morning,’ or pretend I didn’t hear anything?”
Su Li: “Perhaps sitting down to eat with would be most appropriate.”
Su Li saw the smile curl at the corners of Lan Zhe’s lips.
Last night’s conversation could be described as a retired corporate worker’s great enlightennt.
Talkative n are indeed annoying, but compared to talkative n, those who cannot speak properly are even more ridiculous. Su Li neither said things he shouldn’t say, nor did he say things that would sound harsh to others.
Conversely, he could say whatever he wanted to say at any ti.
Although these ways of conversing weren’t deliberately calculated, they appeared more deliberate because he could anticipate others’ reactions.
After finishing the stomach-soothing porridge Lan Zhe had prepared early in the morning, Su Li gently placed down the spoon without making any noticeable sound, then asked, “Who might this be?”
Su Li directed his gaze toward the ssenger.
Who would have thought that upon hearing his voice, the man imdiately assud a reverent expression and hastily said, “Hello, I am one of His Highness Willard’s knights. The purpose of my visit is that His Highness invites your lordship to the palace.”
Su Li quickly realized what the na Willard represented, and then uncontrollably rembered the image of Willard standing behind Qi’s mother.
After the series of recent events flashed through his mind, Su Li imdiately pictured Willard having pledged allegiance to Qi’s mother.
This conversation was most likely about discussing how to handle the unconscious King and Ophelia from yesterday.
Willard, a child the sa age as Su Li’s body, hadn’t left a good impression on him.
Even the intelligence that Willard had previously actively transmitted had been diluted in Su Li’s mory over ti, as it had happened only once.
Therefore, even knowing that Willard had found a new collaborator, Su Li’s thoughts were primarily that it was inconsequential.
However, thinking about the ssage that Willard had once passed along, which had indeed opened the prelude to this world’s false truths, Su Li also felt that he indeed needed to et him.
As for whom to bring along, after consideration, he decided on Lan Zhe, who was in good ntal condition.
Though the latter questioned, “Is it really okay not to bring Eg?”
Su Li responded seriously, “Since he received too much information yesterday and needs ti to process it, it’s better not to burden his brain with additional stress at this ti.”
Upon hearing this, Lan Zhe was delighted and quickly said, “So you an that because I’ve already understood what you said last night, you can more freely tell your new ideas and decisions?”
Su Li waved his hand. “No, I think that as a Dark Elentalist, you should follow your personal inclinations more.”
“So no matter how much new information I stuff into your brain, for you, it would probably just be equivalent to telling so more real-life stories that are comparable to ghost stories.”
Egbert would care a bit more, and that’s because the words Su Li spoke ca from Su Li’s own thoughts.
It was also because of Su Li that Egbert wanted to understand Su Li’s thoughts.
But the Dark Holy Son was different.
Lan Zhe would only think: now that the story is finished, when do we start working?
Just rember to call him when it’s ti to work.
That was his attitude.
He didn’t care at all how bizarre this world was; Lan Zhe only cared about when Su Li planned to start ssing with this world.
Interestingly, his attitude was different from the mindset of those in this world who were influenced by monster beast bloodlines.
His way of thinking was purely different from normal people.
But Su Li accepted it well, and even felt that Lan Zhe, with such an attitude, was more suitable to accompany him to et Willard and engage in so scheming.
Besides, this would successfully prevent Egbert from overheating his brain.
After briefly explaining his reason for choosing him, Su Li instantly saw Lan Zhe’s face full of speechlessness.
Finally, after holding back for a long ti, Lan Zhe burst out, “I’m glad you’ve beco more lively than before, but in the process of being lively, incidentally getting my blood pumping is a bit too much.”
He felt like hitting soone.
And specifically, he wanted to hit a particular person (Egbert).
In short, everything was Egbert’s fault, no matter what.
Lan Zhe quickly comforted himself and then went to the palace with Su Li.
After entering the palace, Su Li looked at the many ruined buildings without changing his expression, not considering it his fault at all, and calmly followed the guide to one of the side halls that had barely survived.
Willard was there.
However, Willard didn’t maintain a lofty posture. On the contrary, the mont he saw Su Li, this youth who was half a head taller than Su Li took two or three big strides to reach him.
“It’s been a long ti, sir.”
While Su Li was marveling at where he had learned such an absurd form of address, he said, “I don’t have 4.0 vision at such a young age that I couldn’t see you following the Queen yesterday.”
Willard was stunned for a mont.
Su Li looked up at him. Compared to Su Li’s dark circles from not sleeping well for several days, Willard now looked like he could enter a zoo at any ti…
The kind that’s exhibited.
As Su Li was letting his thoughts wander aimlessly, Willard ca to his senses and said with a guilty expression. “I said I would be the most useful blade in your hand, but up until now, the only achievent I can present is capturing Ophelia, who had already fallen unconscious due to your influence.”
Su Li’s scalp tingled at his expression.
He chose not to take the bla for this.
“Being able to discover her before Ophelia’s subordinates could, it could be said that you have so control over parts of the palace.”
Willard looked at Su Li speaking calmly, feeling that his gaze was extrely gentle, and even his tone carried a sense of forgiveness.
The emotion of feeling useless that had been tightly wound in his heart suddenly relaxed, and Willard’s nose stung, nearly bringing him to tears.
Since being locked in the dungeon by Ophelia, Willard had truly experienced what it ant to live in hell.
Sewage, rats, cockroaches… even water snakes had beco his companions during that ti.
After Ophelia left, Willard racked his brains and tried every possible way to promise benefits to the guards, finally getting them to release him.
But the benefits were never delivered; instead, the result was that the guards all died.
This opened the door to a new world for Willard.
—Dead people eliminate all risks.
At that ti, when he first learned that Ophelia had gone to rcenary City, his new thought wasn’t how to save Su Li, but rather…
How to kill the King.
What was Ophelia’s capital? Of course, it was the King’s favor.
But what if the King died?
An ordinary concubine mother, a family without backing, and her own unremarkable talents…
From any angle, as long as the King died, Ophelia would no longer be a threat.
Regardless of how Willard reached this conclusion, as a boy half a year younger than Qi, when he maintained this mindset to trap the King, he actually succeeded in poisoning him.
However, sudden death would be easy to expose, so Willard chose to use a slow-acting poison.
Who knew it would be so tily? When Mavis confronted the King back then, it happened to coincide with the poison taking effect.
She originally intended to directly kill the King as instructed by the Pope, but later changed her mind and just stabbed him a few tis, ensuring the King wouldn’t die imdiately but not being 100% certain he would survive.
While the King was in this Schrodinger’s state, Willard thought he was about to succeed, but then Ophelia returned.
The absurd thing was that Ophelia also wanted to kill the King.
Willard, who had outdated intelligence and simply believed Ophelia was the biggest threat, was completely dumbfounded.
Qi’s mother gave the actively defecting Willard one sentence, roughly aning, sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.
Willard felt this wasn’t right. After much thought, regardless of what Ophelia was thinking, the King still needed to die first.
But the King, who had been poisoned and stabbed by the Dark Holy Maiden, not only didn’t die, he woke up.
And the Pope who had awakened the King died, and Leirela died along with him.
Willard: ???
After everything ended that day, Willard, who had joined Qi’s mother to probe whether Su Li and the others belonged to which prince or princess’s faction, had a strange expression on his face.
But he still bravely endured for a day, waiting for the early morning eting.
For instance right now, he really wanted to know…
“Does redith Amikbi still need to die or not?”
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