Super Righteous Player
Chapter 213 - 211: The Bias-Supporting Silver Baron (Third Update)_1

Chapter 213: Chapter 211: The Bias-Supporting Silver Baron (Third Update)_1

The sensation when gazing upon the two False Gods was utterly different, an uncontrollable chill that sent shivers down one’s spine.

When Annan looked towards the Silver Baron, he didn’t feel the slightest fear, panic, or reverence.

Even when looking directly at the deity, Annan’s thoughts remained completely unaffected. His intuition gave no warning whatsoever.

If Annan hadn’t seen the Silver Baron walk out of the pillar of light with his own eyes, he would have definitely thought of him as nothing more than an ordinary youth from next door. The Silver Baron’s appearance was merely clean and refined, lacking that almost inhuman, unnatural beauty of the Corrupt.

There wasn’t even that sense of disharmony with the world that Transcendents had—the kind of abnormality that one would notice upon a glance, standing out as if not belonging... or that kind of presence that always centered in a crowd, where one could vaguely sense him even without looking his way.

This sense of abnormality was most apparent in the False Gods.

Annan could feel a chill in his backbone just being a street away from the Skeleton Lord; before the Corrupt even appeared, he’d feel a strong sense of unease.

The players and Salvatore couldn’t even look directly at the two False Gods...

Yet they could gaze upon the Silver Baron quite naturally, as if completely free of that kind of pressure.

Upon the Silver Baron’s arrival, both False Gods bowed to the cheerful youth with a monocle:

"I wish you well, Silver Baron."

"Greetings, Lord Silver Baron!"

The Corrupt performed a solid bow towards the Silver Baron.

Then, raising his head, he asked respectfully, "May I ask what brings you here...?"

"Seeing a new god being born, naturally, I had to come."

The Silver Baron smiled, his voice sounding loud and clear, naturally endearing: "But what about you two, why engage in conflict within my kingdom?"

His voice was that of a lecturer, a parent, a king.

It wasn’t impassioned, just incredibly clear, without a hint of timidity, and not at all harsh to the ear.

"We weren’t fighting, Lord Silver Baron."

It was the Corrupt who had initiated the attack but was the first to explain: "I was merely responding to the call of my followers... and descended here as a mirrored self."

"I am here because of a trade with Grandmother, following the fledgling dragon to this place."

The Skeleton Lord simply stated, "She tasked me with protecting the descendants of Frost Speech... You are the witness to all transactions, knowing my words are true."

"Hmm, I know."

The Silver Baron nodded, "I heard about it a few days ago."

Then he looked straight at the Corrupt and said bluntly, "You can leave now, Corrupt.

"I have long since established a covenant for this nation. The land of trade forbids the gods from warring over personal desires."

As the Silver Baron’s voice fell,

the two False Gods suddenly staggered backward as if struck by an invisible force, their presence suppressed to the point where they could no longer affect the players.

"I didn’t intend to provoke a fight, Silver Baron. And for calling him by name, I apologize to the Corrupt."

Without any attachment, the Skeleton Lord respectfully bowed to the Silver Baron, "Since you are here, it’s only right that I depart."

After speaking, his body shook and gradually disintegrated. Turning into countless bones, he scattered in the earth as if snowflakes were falling to the ground.

The Corrupt’s body, meanwhile, had unknowingly been covered in cracks while still retaining its complete form, like bulletproof glass that had been struck hard.

His expression became blurred, the scent on his body erased, and his whispering voice took on an electric buzzy quality: "Lord Silver Baron, I..."

"Corrupt, I still suggest you leave immediately."

The Silver Baron’s voice, clear and resonant, neatly interrupted the Corrupt: "The Book of the Celestial Chariot will not be given to you, find another way."

At these words, Annan was slightly startled.

But the Corrupt remained silent.

The Silver Baron gazed at him and said calmly, "Henry’s issue is none of my concern, not because I support your ascension. It’s because you only sent your followers to influence him— I’ve never intervened in mortal affairs.

"If you’ve got what it takes, let your followers deceive little Henry into completing the ritual; I won’t stop you. I always honor a bet, business naturally has wins and losses... as long as you don’t take action, I won’t take action; that’s very ’fair.’

"If you want Annan’s Book of the Celestial Chariot, fine. Let your followers come for it, you can’t intervene. If you touch him, I will deal with you—not just because you broke my rules... Annan is my Silver Knight.

"Do you intend to kill my personally blessed Silver Knight in front of my face, hmm?"

The Silver Baron hummed lightly.

He still didn’t seem angry, just smiling and radiating a friendly charm.

But the Corrupt merely bowed his head, daring not take another glance at Annan.

"Let me kindly remind you once more, Corrupt. You gave me, this little boss, some face by abiding my rules in my territory... This piece of advice is a freebie, no charge."

The Silver Baron glanced at the Corrupt before casually remarking, "The situation with the Winter family isn’t the same as with our ’king’ here; we chose a spokesperson, but over there, they’re the bloodline of the Grandmother.

"The Grandmother values blood ties most of all, especially since Dragon Blood is so rare in this age. Yet you dared to plot against her several blood relations while she slept... If I were you, I wouldn’t set foot in the lands of falling snow and ice ever again.

"Don’t disturb the sleeping dragon, friend. Your true body might still have a chance to escape if it runs now. Either head south to see if Yawen will take you in, or go back to your underground home.

"If you don’t leave soon... when this year’s snow really begins to fall, you won’t be able to run."

The Silver Baron said with a smile.

Standing in front of Annan and observing the silent Corrupt, the Silver Baron spoke.

Hearing the cries of infants in the sky growing louder and more frequent.

The Rotten Husband pondered for a long time before finally speaking in a low and gentle voice, "Sir Silver Baron, I have absolutely no intention of provoking a war amongst the gods. But Michelangelo has not fully sublimated yet, and is currently still a mortal...

"You do not involve yourself in mortal conflicts, but there are also no rules prohibiting other gods from punishing mortals, right? Besides, you do not know this new god at all, and he has never received your mark.

"If a reason is needed... more than twenty years ago, Michelangelo killed my followers. I believe that should not offend your taboo, should it?"

The Rotten Husband said with a respectful bow of his head, "I will not enter the fray myself. Michelangelo possesses an immortal Gold soul and is now one step into eternity. I will only send a silver-ranked Immaculate to seek revenge... This should be considered ’fair,’ right?"

The smile on the Silver Baron’s face gradually waned, "Indeed, it does not violate my taboo. And indeed, it is fair."

His voice became somewhat colder, yet it remained exceedingly clear, "Have you thought this through?"

"I have thought it through, my lord."

The Rotten Husband greeted the Silver Baron with a smiling bow, "Even if tomorrow you expel all my followers from your lands or even hang them directly, I will not say a word."

"Is this a trade you’re proposing to me?"

The Silver Baron asked as if to confirm.

The Rotten Husband answered affirmatively, "Yes."

The Silver Baron slowly nodded his head.

He took a deep look at the Rotten Husband, and once again confirmed, "You propose a trade with the lives of all 17,648 of your followers who were in the Kingdom of Noah on December 14, 1503, in exchange for my non-interference with your revenge on the just-resurrected ’Michelangelo Buonarroti’ - the newly born ’Michel Notre Dame,’ at the Northsea Domain of Rosburg in the Kingdom of Noah on December 14, 1503 — you confirm this?"

"Confirmed."

The Rotten Husband answered without hesitation, "It is both you and the Skeleton Lord who cannot interfere with me."

"Then I also agree."

The Silver Baron spoke slowly, looking at the Rotten Husband with an increasingly cold gaze, "But before the contract begins to take effect, I also want to state — although I will not interfere with this matter, if Michelangelo successfully attains godhood, you may no longer attack him."

"As long as you don’t seek other gods to stop me."

The Rotten Husband replied with a smile.

"Wait a moment, Sir Silver Baron. I have a question about this contract."

Just then, Annan suddenly spoke up.

He had been watching for a long time and had gained a general understanding of the Silver Baron’s temperament.

The Silver Baron looked down at Annan, a cheerful smile reappearing on his face.

It was clear that the Rotten Husband had offended Him. He was happy to delay the Rotten Husband’s time — hoping that Michelangelo would hurry up.

He pinched Annan’s cheek and put his hand on his shoulder, asking gently, "What is your question, my little knight?"

"If I use this Philosopher’s Stone..."

Annan asked unabashedly, "Would I be able to stop the Rotten Husband’s projection in a short time?"

Although Annan did not know why the Rotten Husband wanted to interrupt Michelangelo’s ritual so badly...

But there’s a saying that the more something is desired by an enemy, the more one should not give it to them.

The Rotten Husband’s ritual is stuck and requires the Book of the Celestial Chariot — He is obviously after Annan’s life.

It might even be that Annan had been harmed by him before and forced to jump into the sea.

If the Rotten Husband’s wishes are fulfilled, who knows what benefits he might obtain.

Therefore, Annan naturally would not make things comfortable and easy for him.

And if Annan successfully stops the Rotten Husband this time... as the Silver Baron previously said, the Rotten Husband’s followers must all be traded to the Silver Baron.

Because, as the Silver Baron had mentioned earlier in the trade contract, it only stated that the "Silver Baron and the Skeleton Lord shall not interfere" clause.

Annan noticed that the Silver Baron did not seem very pleased when looking at the Rotten Husband.

So he had a daring thought.

This was not the Rotten Husband’s actual body, but his mirror image.

I have the Book of the Celestial Chariot... so if I take the Philosopher’s Stone, I will reach the Truth Rank instead of the Gold Rank.

— Could I then delay the Rotten Husband for three more minutes?

Or even if I don’t need to stop him for three minutes... just by raising this question and waiting for the Silver Baron’s answer, I could delay the Rotten Husband a bit.

And if Michelangelo needs far more than three minutes, the Silver Baron might also stop Annan from proceeding.

But in any case, there aren’t many opportunities to have a True God on one’s side, directly fighting against a deity for you.

My family head is right beside me — even an upper-level superior who has a bone to pick with you.

Go ahead, hit me? Hit me with all your might?

Upon hearing this, the Silver Baron paused momentarily, looking at Annan with some surprise.

Then the Silver Baron patted Annan’s shoulder affectionately, looking at him more kindly, "You’ve become much braver over the years, Annan. Your grandmother would be proud... If you succeed, the God of Mirrors and Clocks will owe you a big favor, and I guarantee it — He can’t welsh on the debt.

"Go and give it a try — with some luck, you indeed have some chance of success.

"Rotten Husband, you have to agree to this."