The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 94 - 73 Dispute_2

Chapter 94: Chapter 73 Dispute_2

Jon nodded slightly.

"It’s really unexpected that Qingyu would do something so childish," he said. "You guys should look into their relationship to see if there are any hidden, unknown motives."

The four of them bowed and said in unison, "Yes!"

"What about Jinworth Academy?"

A Chief Judge responded, "They did not accept our proposal, but the reform methods we suggested have won the support of many Elders."

Manolo Bana sneered, "Theodore has become senile and is no longer fit to serve as the Dean of Jinworth Academy. Entrusting the crucial task of nurturing humanity’s future to a one hundred and thirty-year-old is simply unreasonable. His foolish kindness should be thrown into the Royal City Sewer."

"Exactly," another Chief Judge agreed. "All this talk of the Goldenworth Star and selecting the most progressive individuals, giving quality resources to those who are absolutely useless, along with the numerous support systems for the weak... It’s a crime against humanity!"

"Right! The academy should select the strongest through brutal competition and eliminate the trash. Every resource must be earned through competition, and students should pay huge tuition fees to the academy, which would be used to support those who truly have potential, significantly reducing the academy’s expenses."

Another Chief Judge also exclaimed, "The academy’s isolation system should also be abolished. Parents should be involved in the affairs of the academy. The children of the elite will always be elite! The Dean and the three Sub-Deans should all be replaced!"

"Enough,"

Jon stopped their criticism of Theodore.

"Continue to fault the academy, seize every loophole, and in the coming time, try to replace one or two Sub-Deans with our people, especially that First Sub-Dean Vera. Get him down as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

"Also, continue to sabotage the defenses of Zone Twelve, blame it on the Doomsday believers, and leave no trace."

Manolo Bana bowed, "I will accomplish this. Their bones will pave the way for the New King, guiding the Trolian Kingdom onto a more correct path. Their death will be valuable and they will thank us."

Jon nodded slightly, and fierce flames ignited around him, but the surrounding furniture and the carpet were unaffected. He stood up, stepped into the Guardian Fire in the fireplace, and teleported to a region in resonance with it.

The three Chief Judges also left one after another.

Shortly after, another figure appeared before Manolo Bana.

He knelt on one knee and bowed his head, "Guardian Rivie reporting."

Manolo Bana nodded, "How is your injury?"

"Sheltered by the shadows, I have recovered," he replied.

He lifted his head, and under the face half-covered by an Iron Mask, there was a terrifying scar through his throat, making it hard to imagine how he survived.

It was the Guardian who had come over to assist Reslin’s team more than ten days ago.

"Very well, state your conclusion."

"Rod might be a castaway of the Polluter Sect. Unfortunately, I failed to capture the Black Priest Sarimi."

"No matter,"

Manolo Bana gave a cold smile.

"They’ve already fallen into my trap."

"Next, we just wait."

Manolo Bana stood up and gazed down at the entire Upper City from the high window of the spire.

In this massive city, the light of fire was fading, shadows gradually descended, and the number of people on the streets rapidly decreased as they hurried home.

Fire Day had ended; the invisible sun set behind the mountains, the power of fire was diminished, and darkness regained dominion over the land.

In the face of an unmatched dark behemoth, this solitary city was mere ant-like in existence.

Manolo Bana truly did not understand, why some people dared to challenge such beings? Why did they dare raise swords against these invincible giants?

They must be stopped!

"It’s still not enough. If Reslin’s team could testify..."

Manolo Bana pondered, falling into deep thought.

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Since the existence of the Trolian Kingdom, predicting dates and star phases has been one of the most important tasks in Royal City.

Stargazers, Astrologers, Prophets, and Observers at the tip of the tower are responsible for this task.

Located in the Upper City, the White Tower is their place of work.

The White Tower.

The Observatory.

Judgment Chief Lucian stood on the edge of the high tower, looking down at the Royal City increasingly enveloped in darkness, murmuring to himself.

"Why can such a small kingdom split into so many utterly incompatible groups and sects? Why, in such desperate times, do some people still not forget to slaughter each other?"

It was as if he was asking himself, and also those unnamed entities.

But a voice answered him from behind.

"If humanity could stand united, the era when the legends tell of the Earth being illuminated by fire would not have fallen under the rule of darkness, leaving us only to relive the glory of human civilization among ruins and relics."

Lucian didn’t reply, he silently watched for a moment, and then asked, "Is ’Big Eyes’ still functioning normally?"

The voice answered, "Normally, my old friend, within the Royal City, any combatant above the Seventh Level or spiritual energy fluctuation above the Fifth Level cannot escape its observation."

"How long until the next Fire Day?"

"The core of stars has no answer, the rotation of the Spirit Realm is disturbed by the unknown, it’s quite chaotic, making predictions of stars and celestial events difficult."

"And the dark tide?"

"Hmm, it’s coming soon, do you plan to make your move then?"

Lucian didn’t answer, he simply stated, "The real test is about to come."

He lightly leaped, jumping off the high tower.

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Outer City District.

In the depths of unknown sewers.

In a huge space, hundreds of people dressed in black robes gathered.

A massive black flame rose among them, and cheers erupted incessantly.

A shadowy figure emerged from the black flame, displaying a hollow face, like a vortex of darkness.

All of them knelt down, deeply bowing their bodies.

"Go."

The shadow issued the command.

"Kill the traitor Rod."

The hundreds of black-robed figures shouted in unison: "Yes! The command of the master is everything!"

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Jinworth Academy.

Three dormitory buildings.

Rod had endured Kashan’s mental barrage for over half an hour, finally managing to send her back to her dorm using the excuse, "If you don’t go back now, you’ll have to sleep here with me."

That department head Miller really was a piece of work.

Rod thought indignantly.

What an excuse to pick, saying that he had been caught red-handed lingering on Red Workshop Street.

He also mentioned that the academy was furious about such misconduct, but considering it was a first offense, there would be no punishment yet. Kashan, as the leader of Group Ten, must look after him and prevent similar incidents.

Seeing the veins bulging on Kashan’s fists, Rod sensed trouble, but fortunately, his verbal skills were excellent, making Kashan only scold him thoroughly.

Time had been wasted for too long, and Rod was eager to return to the Dream Realm.

But just as he was about to close the door, another unexpected visitor arrived.

It was Shines from Apple Town, one of the award winners he had met during the ceremony.

As the Dean’s assistant, he brought a verbal message from the Dean:

"I forgot to tell you, you can also collaborate with the Ash Excavators; I’ve already written a recommendation letter for you. If needed, you can contact them in the way described in the letter."

Rod furrowed his brow.

Ash Excavators?

He remembered Roger mentioning they were specialized in researching and excavating the history of the Royal City.

Collaborate with them?

What good would that do?