Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1272 - Chapter 1272 Chapter 700 Evil Burn

Chapter 1272: Chapter 700: Evil Burn Chapter 1272: Chapter 700: Evil Burn The City Lord hurried into the courtyard, his gaze lingering on Logan for a moment, a flash of surprise evident in his eyes. He clearly did not expect Logan to choose to leave at that time.

“Logan, are you planning to leave?” the City Lord asked, his voice tinged with puzzlement, “Leaving in such a hurry, is there some emergency?”

Logan nodded slightly, briefly explaining his situation. After hearing this, the City Lord fell silent for a moment before saying, “Since you have personal matters to attend to, I won’t insist on keeping you here. However, concerning the matter of the Secret Land, I still hope you will reconsider it. After all, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

After saying this, the City Lord turned and left, but his heart was filled with confusion. He remembered the pure bloodline Logan had displayed before and couldn’t help but secretly ponder: Where did this bloodline come from? Did he really just escape from that legendary barrier?

The guards around the City Lord saw his serious expression and couldn’t help but murmur quietly among themselves.

“City Lord, do you really believe he escaped from the barrier?” one guard asked in a low voice, his tone full of doubt, “We have been waiting for thousands of years, and we have never heard of anyone who could escape. Could this be a deception?”

Another guard chimed in, “Yes, City Lord. That barrier is said to be unbreakable even by gods and demons; how could a mere cultivator escape? There must be something fishy.”

Hearing this, the City Lord furrowed his brows. He knew the guards’ worries were not unfounded, but he also understood that some matters could not be resolved by mere speculation and doubt. What he needed was solid evidence and Logan’s honest cooperation.

However, at this moment, Logan had already embarked on his journey of departure, his heart filled with uncertainty about the future and profound nostalgia for the past. He did not know what awaited him ahead, but he knew that only by moving forward could he find his own answers. And those questions about his bloodline and identity might one day be revealed by time.

On that overcast afternoon, inside the solemn council hall of the City Lord’s Mansion, the atmosphere was so tense it seemed almost as if it could freeze water. People sat around a huge round table, their faces filled with worry and unease. The City Lord stood in the center of the hall, his figure looming large under the dim lighting, his eyes flickering with an unprecedented determination.

“Alright, we have all confirmed his identity, and it is certainly correct,” the City Lord’s deep, powerful voice rang out, each word seeming to carry immense weight, “Have you seen any Big Shot who could wield so much Spiritual Energy with a mere flick of his wrist? That power, that majesty, is not something ordinary people possess. This alone proves he is not lying!”

As the City Lord’s words fell, the hall plunged into a brief silence. Everyone looked at each other, doubts lingering in their minds, but faced with the City Lord’s indisputable attitude, no one dared to speak against it. They gazed at the City Lord’s resolute face and the insane glint in his eyes, silently pondering: The City Lord must truly be bewitched, believing so wholeheartedly in that Big Shot’s words.

“But…” a frail old man finally mustered the courage to speak, his voice trembling, “where do we have so many resources to accommodate his use? If this continues, we will all surely go bankrupt! Our stores are nearly empty, barely able to maintain the most basic cultivation resources, let alone satisfying his endless demands.”

The old man’s words stirred a storm, instantly igniting the tense atmosphere in the hall. Everyone echoed his sentiments, their faces filled with distress and helplessness. They knew that if they continued to provide resources according to the demands of the Big Shot, the entire economy of the City Lord’s Mansion, perhaps even the whole city, might collapse.

“Ah, this is indeed a difficult problem,” a middle-aged man sighed, tapping his fingers on the tabletop, his eyes shimmering with contemplative light, “But, perhaps we can start with the recently arrived Humans. They are new here and aren’t familiar with the situation; maybe we can…”

The middle-aged man paused, his gaze sweeping over the audience, seemingly waiting for their response. At this moment, a young woman stood up, her voice crisp and firm, “No! We can’t do that. Those Humans are our kinfolk, they came here seeking refuge, not to become our sacrifices. We cannot sacrifice their well-being for our own selfish desires.”

The woman’s words left everyone in deep thought. They knew she was right, but they also understood that the dire situation left them with no choice. If they could not find a new source of resources, they might indeed be unable to continue.

“But what can we do then?” an old man asked helplessly, shaking his head, “Do we just watch our city fall into ruin because of this Big Shot? We can’t just sit by and do nothing!”

Hearing this, a determined glint passed through the City Lord’s eyes, “No, we will not head towards ruin. I will find a way to solve this problem, but in the meantime, we must stay calm and not fall into disarray. As for those Humans…”

The City Lord paused, his eyes deepening with complexity, “Of course, we cannot directly harm them. However, we can try to collaborate with them, to see if we can obtain some of the resources we need from them. After all, they are cultivators from different places; perhaps they possess something we lack.”