The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 1125: Maybe Because I Seem to Have Upright Principles

Chapter 1125: Chapter 1125: Maybe Because I Seem to Have Upright Principles

"Come up here."

Carson Flores soared into the air, heading towards the grand hall, feeling surprisingly a bit nervous inside.

This must mean I’ve cleared the level, right?

Is this the interview now?

On second thought, Ghost Tower surely wouldn’t want to serve me as its master, and I can’t change my original intention, so aren’t we destined to fail in our negotiations?

With that in mind, what’s there to be nervous about?

Thinking this way, Carson Flores instantly calmed down.

Without desire, one is indomitable.

Carson Flores landed at the entrance to the grand hall, walked in with leisurely steps, and curiously looked around.

This tower’s interior world is way too vast, isn’t it?

It feels boundless, with no end in sight, and more importantly, Carson Flores has a feeling that the world inside, with its mountains, rivers, and valleys, is completely under the control of Ghost Tower—that is, it could create whatever kind of world it wished.

Carson Flores entered the grand hall and immediately saw a young woman with hair as white as snow.

Carson Flores was quite surprised. Is she the Artifact Spirit of Ghost Tower?

A woman, no less?

Artifact Spirits... they do have genders, right?

All of a sudden, Carson Flores thought, since the Artifact Spirit has existed for so long, at least ten thousand years by any count, yet still looks like this, wouldn’t the Artifact Spirit be a kind of Immortal in some sense?

Living for tens of thousands of years, immortal and undying?

The young woman’s white hair wasn’t the withered, lackluster white of old age, but a shiny white, like a waterfall of pure white.

This white hair is just too cool.

The white-haired woman glanced over, her eyebrows knitting together suddenly, her face showing astonishment, and finally shock.

"Who’s that with you?"

Carson Flores was slightly surprised. "You can see her?"

The white-haired woman spoke gravely, "That aura, she’s not a Cultivator..."

Carson Flores nodded, "Right, she comes from... above."

Carson Flores stretched out his hand, pointing upwards.

The white-haired woman seemed to understand, but her gaze still held some confusion, "She’s only... a part?"

Since the other party had already sensed it, Carson Flores had no way to hide it; after all, Cristopher Hopkins Immortal had said that Ghost Tower was most likely also from the Immortal Realm.

Carson Flores suddenly had a strange thought: if Cristopher Hopkins Immortal and the Ghost Tower Spirit fought now, who would be more powerful?

"About right, I’m helping her to recover."

The white-haired woman paused for a few seconds, then asked, "Why didn’t she help you just now?"

Carson Flores chuckled, "For such an opponent, her help wasn’t necessary. I could handle it myself."

The white-haired woman gestured, "Please, have a seat."

Carson Flores sat down without ceremony and took the initiative to ask, "Are you the Artifact Spirit of this Ghost Tower?"

The white-haired woman nodded, "You can call me Delarosa."

Carson Flores looked at the white-haired woman, glancing around, and finally spread his hands, "What’s the procedure now, the interview phase?"

The interview phase?

Delarosa blinked, grasping the meaning of the term, and her tone returned to calm, "With her helping you, it seems you don’t really need the Ghost Tower?"

"Need it? How could I not?"

Carson Flores answered honestly, "She’s a fairy from the nine heavens; even though she’s with me now, she’ll leave eventually. She can’t help me forever, plus, a person should rely on themselves. If I could get the Ghost Tower, naturally my ability to defend myself would be higher, wouldn’t that be safer?"

Delarosa asked dispassionately, "To live freely and well?"

Carson Flores smiled, "Exactly. Immortality and such are too distant for me. I’m just a little over thirty. Considering my current combat power, living another two thousand years should be no trouble at all. My life is just getting started."

"I don’t know what it’s like to fear death after living thousands of years, but I’ve seen Cultivators who live carefree and fearless of death. That, to me, is the quintessence of a carefree life."

"In the Cultivation Realm, it’s survival of the fittest. Without sufficient strength, even if you don’t provoke anyone and just want to live freely, it’s a luxury. You’d have to kowtow, forsake your dignity, and do many things you don’t wish to do."

"I just want to live well and freely, do what I want to do, refuse what I don’t want to do. That’s all. As for immortality, the future—as of now, I haven’t really considered it."

Delarosa nodded, "I’ve existed in this world for countless years, seen more than one Human Emperor, each of whom fought and sacrificed for the survival of the Human Race. If you’re not willing, why would the Emperor Seal recognize you?"

Carson Flores shrugged casually, "Maybe at the time it had no choice, or perhaps it has its own criteria. You’d have to ask it, by the way, does the Emperor Seal have an Artifact Spirit?"

Delarosa shook her head, "The Emperor Seal has its own will, but it doesn’t have a concrete Artifact Spirit."

Carson Flores spread his hands, "Then I really don’t know. Maybe it thought my values were decent, and my conscience isn’t bad."

Delarosa fixed her gaze on Carson Flores, "Why do you only accept a master-servant relationship?"

Carson Flores smiled slightly, "Fate is better held in one’s own hands. The same dangerous task—with the added combat power of Ghost Tower, I might consider doing it. Without Ghost Tower, I won’t. But if I have Ghost Tower and it doesn’t listen to me, even betraying me at a critical moment, then it’s better not to have it at all..."