The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 190 - 136 Of course, go and save him_2

Chapter 190: Chapter 136 Of course, go and save him_2

Although Rod was unclear whether the soul he had plundered was dead or alive, never had a soul possessed its own consciousness like this one did.

Is this fellow the legendary Undead?

Turned into a skeleton and didn’t die.

Sucked out as a soul, and still not dead?

The only thing that gave Rod some relief was that it seemed to have lost the ability to perceive the outside world.

Otherwise, he would have had to sacrifice it, as the secrets of the Dream Realm absolutely could not be known by anything.

Rod listened again for a moment.

This time, he heard a continuous stream of complaints within the soul, complaining about how Guardian Jon had sent him to Sword Pass and ruined his perfect plan, complaining about the stubbornness of the Sword Pass rabble that forced him to show himself and assassinate them, and at the same time, he was bitterly cursing Rod, swearing that once he recovered, he would torture him with millions of cruel punishments until he regretted being born.

Indeed, there were psychological activities.

Rod thought.

This soul certainly had its own consciousness.

He tried to communicate with the soul, but without success; the mere soul seemed to lack any ability to interact with the outside world.

There must be a way.

Rod thought.

I’ll just ask the Book of Knowledge, and then I’ll know.

Perhaps I could extract even more value from this guy.

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Seventh Defense Zone.

After Royal City freed up its hands and completed the deployment of the new Strategy Department, the pressure on Dawn Fortress was finally relieved.

Sword Pass had been recaptured, and an elite combat cluster was stationed there.

The migration team from Linfeng City had smoothly reached Iron Furnace City to the east, and places like Rock Village and Southwind Town had returned to normal, with a new, more rational defense line constructed west of the Dead Mountain Range.

The Seventh Defense Zone had finally stabilized.

During this process, the Twelfth Defense Zone, situated to the rear side of the Seventh, lent significant help, but Jon was not grateful.

"...Seizing the opportunity to accrue merit and display capability, hmph, Qingyu, you truly are the woman I saw potential in, you really have some skill—but it’s not enough."

The greasy hair at his cheek fluttered as he moved, and the paleness of his face made his large, hooked nose particularly prominent. The black pupils of his eyes seemed to burn with phosphorescence.

This longest-reputed King Candidate set aside the consolidation report of the Seventh Defense Zone and picked up the news from the Judgement Court delivered back by a trusted aide from Royal City.

The moment his eyes moved over it, Jon was as if petrified.

He quickly but thoroughly read through, set down the report, closed his eyes, and leaned back in the chair.

A moment later, he suddenly burst out laughing, startling Velas who was working nearby.

"Your Excellency Jon," Velas said with slight dissatisfaction, "You should be more composed. Only then would you seem more like the King of Trolian."

"Sorry, Velas."

Jon reined in his smile, but his bright eyes still betrayed his exceedingly buoyant mood.

"Look at this intelligence."

Velas had followed Jon for decades, always serving as his right-hand man and had always been consulted by Jon on important matters.

He took the intelligence, read through it quickly, and his handsome face immediately grew grim: "This is bad, the situation is very unfavorable for us."

"No no no," Jon said with a light tone.

"The situation is very favorable for us."

Velas looked at his brother and lord in confusion: "With Gregor dead, not only has he lost his value, but all his past deeds will also be dug up. Jon, I’ve always thought that you shouldn’t have gotten too close to this kind of person. Even if he isn’t a Doomsday believer, Qingyu will soon use his dark spots to denounce him as a Doomsday believer, and we’ll be done for!"

The smile remained on Jon’s face.

"Velas, that’s where you’re flawed. You think too small," he pointed at the intelligence.

"Just look at how decisive and efficient this young man was in his actions, how clean and neat he was at killing. Without a doubt, this is Qingyu’s strategy. She sent this discard to his death, then swiftly cut off her ties with him, neatly eliminating one of our generals. If she proceeds as you say, the New King might just be hers."

Velas urgently said, "Then aren’t we defeated?"

Jon laughed and said, "Such far-reaching schemes, such cold-blooded decisiveness, such brutal ruthlessness—this is how a true king should be. Even if I fail, the Trolians will rise, and our cause will succeed, won’t it? So what if I fall at her feet?"

Vera remained silent.

"However, the matter is far from over. To gain my recognition, this is far from enough."

Jon put away his smile and said coldly.

"Vera, draft a letter to the Supreme Council to protect Rod."

"Draft another letter to Rod as well, to win him over."

Vera had no questions and immediately did as he was told.

Jon came to the window, looking at the charging Dawn Cannon, with the powerful waves of Spiritual Energy washing over his senses like a tide.

"What would the abandoned pawn, who suddenly sees a glimmer of hope amidst despair, think?"

"Heh, Qingyu, being cold-hearted is not enough."

"The King must understand the human heart."

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Twelfth Defense Zone.

After a busy day, Qingyu returned to her castle.

Just as she was about to rest for a moment, a commotion from outside arose, and a young guard rushed in and fell to his knees.

"Your Excellency Qingyu! I beg you, I truly love you, I can’t live without you in my life. Please consider me as one of your husbands, I swear to be loyal to you alone for my entire life!"

Qingyu, with a slightly troubled expression, said, "But, Kligan, I already have a hundred and thirty-one husbands lined up, and the Disciplinary Committee warns me almost every day."

The young guard wailed, "Your Excellency Qingyu, I beg you! Please!"

Qingyu looked troubled but still said, "Alright..."

She had only spoken one word when the guard was suddenly kicked out by White Wolf who had charged in.

Qingyu looked at him apologetically, "Uncle Vimier, I’m sorry, I..."

White Wolf raised a hand, saying coldly, "Your Excellency Qingyu, when will you learn to refuse such unreasonable demands?"

Qingyu’s expression became troubled again, "But, it’s not unreasonable. As a Guardian, as a King Candidate, theoretically, I have no limit to the number of lawful partners."

White Wolf looked at her, "But realistically, there is a limit. You can’t occupy so many resources."

"But if I reject them, they’ll be in great pain."

White Wolf sighed and suddenly realized something, "Wasn’t it a hundred and thirty? How come there is one more?"

"It’s Little Rod—he made the request, and I agreed."

From the look on White Wolf’s face, he seemed to want to say nothing at all, but instead took out some intelligence from his chest and presented it to Qingyu.

"Why did you encourage him to kill Gregor? Don’t you know that this will bring us huge trouble? I guess you wouldn’t just throw him away as a pawn."

Qingyu looked at the intelligence with great surprise, "That’s not true. I didn’t say that!"

White Wolf looked at her as if he were reacquainting himself with the young Guardian.

"He used the pendant you gave him to assassinate Gregor in front of everyone. You’re not going to tell me that the Mist Pendant was stolen by him, or that he asked you to give it to him? That would be an unreasonable demand, which you wouldn’t agree to."

Qingyu said confusedly, "It was a gift from me. I wanted him to use the Mist Pendant to escape when he was in danger. As long as he could flee to my defense zone, I could protect him. He said he understood at the time."

"Well then."

White Wolf sighed heavily.

"There must be some misunderstanding. Your Excellency Qingyu, what do you plan to do now?"

Before he could finish, Qingyu had already donned the Guardian Robe she had just taken off, turned, and walked out the door, her long robe brushing against White Wolf’s cheek.

"Of course, I’m going to save him."

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Royal City.

Royal District.

Fire Hall.

The King, Archbishop Horus, First Defense Chief Jolevi Dalin, First Elder Amendo.

They were listening to the report from the Envoy to the four highest authorities.