Chapter 442

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Chapter 442: Family Meeting!

"Your Majesty, you have shown great wisdom. By subduing the Death Prince now, although it was not my merit, I have put in some effort."

Som sighed as he looked at Aogude inside the tent, "Let’s hope so. This time you have indeed done well, but the king will only give you a few days at most, he won’t forgive you."

Aogude changed into simple clothing, "That’s the best we can do, a few days is better than nothing."

Som frowned, "Are you trying to delay the inevitable?"

Aogude looked at the unconscious Ophelya on the bed, "I’m not trying to delay, but Ophelya’s Right Attendant needs time to accept the power of Black Magic."

"Actually, my experiment didn’t fail, it just had some mistakes. But the fairy sisters mean a lot to the king, like family. The king could punish me for even a small mistake."

Som sighed, "If only I had known, why did you do it?"

Aogude also sighed, "I don’t have much time left, and Right Attendant Ophelya is not foolish. She knows there could be danger."

"But if she’s in danger, the king will protect her."

"If it was any other ordinary fairy, it wouldn’t be certain."

"I initially thought of using another elven tribe for this experiment, but Right Attendant Ophelya insisted on doing it herself. She simply wants to protect the elven tribe."

Step, step!

Just then, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the tent.

A undead with a visible face walked in, wearing armor, with burning soul fire in his empty eye sockets.

"Spiritual illnesses cannot be cured through physical means."

Aogude and Som turned around, "So, General Malthus, do you really have a solution?"

Upon hearing this, Malthus walked over to Ophelya and gently placed his bony hand on her forehead.

"I do have a way, but it may not be effective."

Aogude chuckled, "It’s worth a try."

"But why should I help you?" Malthus turned around.

Upon hearing this, Som suddenly burst into laughter, "Haha, well said! Why should Guld help you?"

Som rarely saw Aogude give in.

Except when facing the king, Aogude always appeared fearful, with a hint of hidden terror in his eyes.

The rest of the time, Aogude was never scared of anyone.

Of course, he hardly ever lost to others.

Aogude shrugged, "Since you’re here, you’re not here to make fun of me, right? So, what do you want?"

A flash of determination shone in Malthus’s eyes, "Magic Potion System, I want to develop a way to summon Undead Spirits, will you help me?"

Aogude smiled, "Sure, but if it’s just that, you can directly ask the King, he won’t refuse you."

Malthus sneered, "What if I need some materials from your Netherworld Path?"

Aogude frowned, "The materials I use are not suitable for all humans."

"It’s okay, I don’t plan on letting anyone inherit my Necromancy School," Malthus replied.

"What do you mean?" Aogude asked, puzzled.

Creating a Magic Potion path that no one can adapt to, what’s the point?

Even Aogude had to create a race that suits his Magic Potion System.

That Malthus…

Wait.

"Can you drink Magic Potion, my dear General Malthus?"

Som nodded beside, "It’s quite straightforward, I guess it will flow along the spine, right?"

Malthus calmly stared at Aogude, "It seems like our relationship is not good enough for teasing each other, right?"

"Aogude, I won’t kill you, not because I don’t want to, but out of respect for the king, I don’t want to be involved in those old matters with you."

"But it doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten."

Aogude shrugged, "Let’s get to business. You help me save someone, I help you create a Magic Potion."

"I don’t care what your goal is for creating the Magic Potion, okay?"

。。。

Inside a castle.

Auzo and Death Prince stared at each other.

"You’re not a god, right?"

Auzo picked up a golden jug and poured wine for Death Prince.

Seeing this, Death Prince didn’t take a glass, "If I were a god, would I let myself be controlled by you?"

"And besides, I can’t drink alcohol."

Auzo placed the wine glass next to himself when he heard the words, "Just being polite to you, I wasn’t planning to pour you any."

Death Prince, "…"

"Let’s talk business, which god do you want to deal with?"

Hearing Death Prince’s words, Auzo took a sip from the wine glass and said, "Let’s not rush into talking about gods. Let me guess your current state."

"People say Death Prince is the Undead God, but the real reason you don’t die is because you are already dead."

"Although I don’t know what secret method you use to keep your soul immortal and body from decaying, separating your soul from your body to achieve immortality of the soul and body."

"But it must be related to a curse, right?"

Death Prince’s golden eyes flashed, "You seem to know quite a bit. Yes, it is indeed related to a curse."

"And I don’t mind telling you, I once planted the Curse of Nowhere to Rest on myself. This curse, apart from me, cannot be duplicated by anyone else, nor can it be used by anyone."

"The curse originates from me. Besides praying to me, there is no other way to obtain this curse."

"If you were more clever, you would hand over my physical body, and I could make your soul immortal, just like me, everlasting through the ages. Isn’t that better than being a mere mortal king?"

Auzo lifted his head and said, "Maybe I can replicate your abilities too."

Death Prince sneered, "Ridiculous! I created the curse technique. No one could understand curses better than me!"

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Outside the Tower of Seals, there was a huge castle.

Three men and one woman sat around a round table, giving each other strange looks.

Zhou Li looked at Sophitiya, and Sophitiya looked at Zhou Li.

Watching the two, Blacks Rex kept tapping his fingers on the table, "Hmm…"

Blacks Haduross also knocked on the table, "Hmm…"

One young man with white hair, one woman with white hair, one middle-aged person with white hair, one elderly person with white hair.

You can tell they are family from their hair color.

But this family seemed like it was split into three.

"I am at the eighth level of Holy Realm, why can’t I inherit the throne?"

Rex looked directly at Haduross while speaking.

"Ha, rebellious son, you better not wait until I break through to Holy Realm!"

Haduross’s eyes shot out electricity, and Rex met his gaze without hesitation!

"Your old bones are falling apart, so stop struggling, son. Tell me, in the Blacks family, who should be in charge now?"

Haduross widened his eyes, "Let my grandson speak too!"

Zhou Li paused, "Then, why not listen to me?"

"Hmm?" x2

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