The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 366 - 256 What to Do

Chapter 366: Chapter 256 What to Do

Additionally, the moment when the stars shine is soon to arrive, and the development of Star Town can no longer accelerate.

The more territory he expands, the more Divinity he gains.

With the invasion approaching, the Book of Knowledge was nearly driving him mad with its constant chatter.

At this moment, Rod was sitting in the administrative hall of Star Town, enduring the uproar of the Book of Knowledge in his mind while refining the details of his plan.

Molly was reporting to him on their affairs.

"According to our estimates, the cost of mining the True Silver Vein is very high, and the net profit is much lower than expected. Currently, our daily net income is only slightly over forty thousand silver coins. We estimate that even when fully operational, the annual net profit will not exceed one hundred million silver coins, which won’t support all our expenses."

"20% of the output has allowed the Mahara conglomerates to seize a great deal of profit; they have done thorough surveys and calculated the prices precisely."

"Once the five hundred million silver coins are spent, we will enter a state of financial exhaustion."

Rod was hardly listening; he had discovered some loopholes in the plan and was racking his brains to address them.

As he thought, the noise by his ear suddenly stopped, and he looked up, puzzled, "Molly, why did you stop? I’m listening."

Molly looked at him expressionlessly.

Rod paused for a moment before realizing his hand was on the Black Silk, and quickly pulled it back, chuckling awkwardly, "Accidental, accidental, unintentional, unintentional."

Molly said indifferently, "You can touch if you want to."

"Ah... really? You aren’t angry?"

"Why would I be angry? You brought us everything, you can do whatever you want."

"Uh, that doesn’t seem quite right; if you’re angry, let’s forget it."

Molly looked at him sternly, her delicate face bearing little expression.

"Lord Rod, you should adapt to your new identity. The weight of ’New Star’ is far greater than you imagine."

"Trolian operates on a system of strength, always venerating the strong. Whoever can contribute more to Trolian, protect more humans, that person is considered strong, and the treatment they receive is unimaginable. Although your current strength is far from enough for a position among the strong, your achievements are sufficient to place you among them."

"And serving the strong is my duty."

Molly sat down next to Rod, placing his hand over.

"Uh..." Rod felt slightly embarrassed, "What about those who do as they please?"

"As long as they don’t defy basic Humanity, there won’t be interference. Actually, what we’re most concerned about now is that the moral standards of the strong are too high, too oppressive on their inner self, leading to Darkening of the soul, like Lord Alan, who hasn’t touched another woman since his wife died, his only mission now is combat, and the Royal City Service Department is racking their brains over him."

"No way... so being a playboy is also a mark of excellence?"

"Your choice of words is odd. It’s natural for the strong. Miss Qingyu’s over four hundred suitors are a highly commendable matter, hence despite multiple warnings from the Disciplinary Committee, there has been no substantive punishment; the Elder Council internally holds her actions in high regard."

"...Darn, even that works... If I say that’s not her intention, would you believe me?"

Molly spoke indifferently, "Status is earned through your contributions to humanity. If you want to exclusively have Miss Qingyu, you need to contribute more to humanity."

"From what you’re saying, if I were to save Trolian and shelter all of humanity, then I could do whatever I wanted?"

Molly answered without hesitation, "Of course, you can do anything you want to do, for instance, this outfit you love—you could have everyone in Trolian wear it, regardless of gender."

"Darn..."

"Why do you always like to use your second Fire Spark as a catchphrase? Does it have any other meaning?"

"Uh, no, just a habit, just a habit."

"If you can bring us even greater surprises, we can enforce that habit across the entirety of Trolian."

Rod imagined that scenario, couldn’t help but shiver, "Let’s pass on that, besides, habits aren’t so easy to change."

"No, everyone would hasten to mimic the customs of the strong who bring light and warmth."

"Wow... okay, it’s kind of bizarre but imaginable."

Molly looked at him, her expression more serious and earnest than ever before.

"Lord Rod, I’ve seen many sparks of brilliance in you. The experiences of this period have convinced me that you can surely become the next strong one of Trolian, bringing us more surprises and hope. You need not shun anything you love, and I know you still want more."

She paused, then continued.

"So, for all that you dream of, please give your all."

"Okay... I’ll try my best."

"I hope next time you will listen attentively to my report; work must not be neglected, your wisdom is extremely profound, capable of solving many problems."

Molly removed his hand, stepped forward with her long legs, and left the hall.

Okay then.

Rod scratched his head.

This girl, she really came to boost my morale.

A fleeting romantic thought passed through his mind; he continued to immerse himself in the battle plans.

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Star Town station.

As the long mechanical horse carriage stopped, a tide of people surged out of the carriages.

Some were absorbed in the magnificent lights, others looked around, and some rushed into the arms of friends and family waiting on the platform.

Only a lone figure in a gray robe walked outward on his own.

A sheriff immediately called out to him.

"You’re going the wrong way, that’s the way out of town!"

"Oh, thank you."

The man in the gray robe acknowledged, turned around to blend into the crowd, but as soon as no one was paying attention, he quickly dashed towards the outskirts of the town.

Two Guardians hiding in a concealed spot hurried after him, but in the blink of an eye, he had vanished.

"He spotted us!"

"This man is definitely a Doomsday believer! He’s trying to infiltrate Star Town to cause destruction!"

"His Spiritual Vision and perception are very high; he even noticed our ambush."

"Quick, report to Captain O’Hara, this man ran into the Black Fog, he will surely seize another opportunity to attack us."

—

Outside Star Town.

On the hill.

In the swirling Black Fog, three figures glowing with a red light gathered together.

"Levill, how did it go?"

"No good, the defenses in Star Town are tighter than we expected. I tried to infiltrate three times, got discovered by the Guardians twice, and the only successful attempt was foiled by a Hunter named Avi, who has a particularly strange characteristic that seems to tell her soul’s intentions."

"That sewer rat!" a red-glowing figure cursed, "He must die a terrible death!"

Another red-glowing figure clenched his teeth and cursed, "I want to flay his flesh, drink his blood, violate his woman, chop off his head, pickle it with salt, and keep it as my family heirloom!"

Levill said coldly, "Amoli, Krama, you can’t kill him with curses. The first plan has failed; let’s quickly think of something else."

Amoli hesitated, then said, "Levill, isn’t this too risky? With so many opposers, why are just the three of us carrying out the plan?"

Levill said icily, "Hasn’t Lord Manolo Bana said? Our experience and wisdom are second to none, he doesn’t trust anyone else."

Krama also hesitated, "But..."

Levill’s voice turned even colder.

"No buts, if no one does it, then everyone can only sit by and get slaughtered. Do you think you can join the ranks of the strong? Without money, we have nothing, and we’d still have to face those terrifying demons and ghosts, that kind of struggle in despairing darkness, let others handle it."

The two fell silent.

Levill’s tone softened, "Besides, Manolo Bana has already promised, if we succeed this time, we’ll bite off a huge chunk from the Mahara businessman, and the ownership of Black Water Bitter Cave will transfer to us, with profits of at least a hundred million silver coins a year."

Krama and Amoli looked at each other, and said with resentment, "Not that many anymore, that bastard born of a monster union drove up the labor prices, we can’t find miners that cheap anymore."

Levill punched the air forcefully, angrily said, "Then all the more reason to eliminate him! Otherwise, if this continues, Trolian traditions will be ruined by him!"

"But, the Dark Gold Unclean Ghost Spirit in Ghost Spirit Lake is a real trouble, though it’s just Primary Rank Strong, it possesses at least four Sources, it’s very difficult for us to sneak in and drag it out."

"Right, it also has Soul Invasion and Instant Death Curse abilities, and there are many near-High Rank undead around it, capable of Binding Spirit, we could very likely get trapped and unable to come out!"

Levill angrily said, "And we have a Chief Judge for nothing? It’s a shame you are Third-Level Combatants, use the decree!"

"This... this will leave traces, we will be found."

"Don’t worry, we won’t, Lord Manolo Bana has already promised us, he will help eliminate the traces."

After that, Amoli and Krama finally put their minds at ease.

"Let’s get going, be careful, definitely don’t let the wandering undead detect you, getting caught by Binding Spirit Technique would be very troublesome, just focus on luring out the Unclean Ghost Spirit."

"Right, there are no High Rank Combatants in Star Town, one Unclean Ghost Spirit is enough to kill everyone there."

"Once Star Town falls, the King’s law will be worthless."

"I suppose there’s no need for him to keep sitting on the throne either."

All three Chief Judges laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, truly hope Lord Jon’s good days come sooner."

—

Star Town.

Rod was deep in meditation.

How can he single out the Strong Monster?

There were too many monsters around. If it waited for the Void’s Fury, without Mephit it was hard to group the monsters together.

It would also be several dozen days before the good weather ended.

The super bomb wasn’t ready either.

Even if it was ready, he wouldn’t use it to bomb small monsters, it would be too wasteful.

Clearing them together was very unsafe; if all kinds of monsters charged at once, there would be no chance to combat them.

Rod was very frustrated.

He hadn’t expected such a snag in the plan. Without solving this problem, the plan was doomed.

What should he do?

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