When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1497: 199: The One Hidden in the Horse's Belly

Chapter 1497: Chapter 199: The One Hidden in the Horse’s Belly

“——And you sponsored him.”

Aiwass affird.

He gazed into Geront’s eyes, as if peering into the depths of his soul: “Because you are, ‘the one hidden within the horse belly’… isn’t that right.”

In fact, Aiwass didn’t clearly rember Geront’s past.

He rely vaguely recalled that Geront seed to have suffered a severe illness, crawled inside a horse’s belly as a child… and then recovered from the illness. The result was he beca so grotesque.

“Yes, just like .”

But Geront spoke openly, without any reservations about the matter: “From the perspective of that girl nad Nia, the aspiring priestess, Hassan indeed had the potential to beco remarkably handso, yet due to fate’s cruelty, he beca dark, ugly, thin, and short — you have heard my story, haven’t you.”

“Yes, forced to hide within the horse belly, leading to a distorted visage… and the like.”

Aiwass answered vaguely.

“That’s right,” Geront nodded slowly, “my parents provoked a family opponent — those were the goblins of the ‘Golden Teeth’ clan. They belong to the Shining Gold Series, inclined to purchase and monopolize various mining interests within the comrce association, whereas the Dead Eyes Family cos from the Tongue series… our business mainly revolves around investnt and fraud.”

At this point, he showed Aiwass a candid smile: “For clients worth maintaining, we are the best investors. Other goblins won’t offer such beneficial prices like we do. Because we understand what the future entails —”

“And if there’s no future, you switch directly to fraud, squeezing out every last penny, right.”

Aiwass chuckled lightly.

He was aware of this — even if there wasn’t relevant knowledge in the ga, the factions within the Goblin Comrce Association weren’t secretive, you could easily find this information.

Geront didn’t refute, rely smiled at Aiwass and proceeded: “We goblins have a festival called the March Festival — similar to you humans celebrating birthdays. The reason is that troll wizards in the past enjoyed eating young goblins under three months old, so surviving past three months beca a form of luck… implying that one wasn’t likely to be devoured in the short term and it was a reason for celebration.

“And during the March Festival for and my twin sister, our entire family was poisoned, leading to the death of my parents, my fourteen brothers, and twelve sisters. And my sister and I, also consud our mother’s milk and poisoned.

“However, my mother knew a bit of witchcraft. She killed a horse and stitched into the horse’s belly.”

“Inside the horse’s belly…”

Aiwass mused: “A white horse in ceremonies symbolizes the noonday sun, bright and fervent, full of Yang energy. The blood from a white horse’s heart is said to have resurrection properties… But didn’t the killers notice soone missing?”

“This is where the coincidence lies. My parents didn’t announce that this birth was twins. After counting the numbers, the assassin found none were missing and thus departed.”

Geront squinted his eyes: “The reason my mother chose , not my twin sister… was because I was quieter. She kept crying because she was uncomfortable, while I made no sound. Right until I was discovered, I didn’t make a sound, so I survived.

“Later I asked around… My mother’s simple ritual had only a 20% success rate in detoxification. I was fortunate enough, and the price I paid was the distortion of my face. From that mont on, I vowed always to be silent, always to be calm. Never showing a flaw… never sparing an enemy.”

“And earlier, you discovered how similar you were to Fla Fist, didn’t you.”

Aiwass said.

He did not ask what happened to the “Golden Teeth Family” afterwards.

Geront now stood here calmly, having beco the head of a goblin comrce association faction, almost a dual Fifth Power Level powerhouse… which already answered his question.

“Yes.”

Geront chuckled, but there wasn’t much humor heard in it: “We both survived by sheer luck, both the last in our families, both had chances to be handso, only to beco ugly… So upon hearing his story, I decided to offer him an opportunity.

“The rebellion he joined was actually my influence. I gave him an opportunity to seek revenge, for a price that entailed an 80% likelihood of dying on the spot — he chose to accept without hesitation and survived.

“——That is ‘Fla Fist’.”

“What exactly is Fla Fist?”

Aiwass pursued the question: “This isn’t Stibium Alchemy.”

“This is Dwarves’ desecration craft.”

Geront answered without reservation: “The magus craftsn of the dwarves naturally possess the ability to craft extraordinary equipnt. However, they researched a new technique… They compress and seal a complete Phantom Demon into a piece of equipnt, transforming it into prosthesis. By the concept of ‘prosthesis connects to body,’ they link human souls to Phantom Demons. Consequently, common folk obtain the mory and strength of Phantom Demons. The price is they see hallucinations that only they can see… and must interact, communicate with Phantom Demons within those illusions.”

——Sounds a bit like Johnny Silverhand.

This thought floated through Aiwass’s mind.

He slowly said: “Because you survived with a 20% probability, even so, you wanted him to face these trials?”

Geront spread his hands: “I’m not making it tough for him; it’s just that this surgery involves soul fusion, with an inherently low success rate. Perhaps due to my recent learning of this technique and its coincidental success rate… I had the inspiration to contact a crippled commoner across the seas.

“This is destiny. Do you not agree, sir?”

Aiwass didn’t answer him, instead continued questioning: “So, he beca Fla Fist Hassan?”

“He is one of the few rebel leaders who successfully stirred a rebellion.”

Geront nodded: “With my sponsorship and support, he successfully assassinated that Benevolent Lord and incinerated the entire dood oasis.

“In that towering blaze, the tale of Fla Fist Hassan cannot be concealed. He proved Benevolent Lords can be killed and provided a template for rebels elsewhere.

“Thus, this degree of rebellion couldn’t be tolerated by the Benevolent Lords. Many Benevolent Lords from neighboring regions sent forces to encircle Hassan. Hassan evaded capture eight tis. On the ninth occasion, he was finally captured.

“——And I gave him another chance.”

Geront smiled faintly: “Consider it an investnt — I intercepted him, informing him that Parthia could not accommodate him anymore. He could kill a Benevolent Lord and incinerate an oasis, but couldn’t dismantle an entire civilization. The root cause was his lack of culture.

“Because he didn’t have knowledge, he couldn’t understand the reasons; because he didn’t have culture, he couldn’t convey the anger in his heart to others.

“So I sent him to the Narcissus Duchy, through connections found him a Mage Tower Master as a ntor.

“I told him, to gather strength, to learn, to ponder… Those remaining rebels are like firewood, burning flas that guide him howard in the night. He only has one chance… If he fails again, I will no longer save him.

“And now, he’s returned.

“I presu he is ready to partake in this once-in-a-lifeti examination.”