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Chapter 1227: A Path to Life or a Path to Death, Make Your Choice!

Chapter 1227: Chapter 1227: A Path to Life or a Path to Death, Make Your Choice!

Tens of thousands of years?

It seems Ghost Tower has an extraordinary origin!

Carson Flores curiously asked, "Delarosa, can you leave Ghost Tower and come outside?"

"I am the Artifact Spirit of Ghost Tower, and I can sense a very large range, but I cannot leave Ghost Tower. These are the constraints of the Artifact Spirit’s rules."

Carson Flores immediately felt sympathy. Whether they were Artifact Spirits or Fairies, none of them had it easy.

Cristopher Hopkins Immortal’s body had been segregated and suppressed for ten thousand years. From the day an Artifact Spirit was born, it was confined within Ghost Tower, unable to set foot outside, even though the tower itself contained a world, it was ultimately a solitary existence.

Carson Flores comforted, "In the future, when I have free time, I’ll join you for tea and a chat, oh right, since you fairies have spare time in the tower too, we can also make friends with each other..."

Cristopher Hopkins replied, "I have been inside the tower all these days."

Carson Flores chuckled, "Then that’s good, it’s not fun being alone without anyone to talk to. Oh, is there any way I can sense your presence? Um, a method of initiating communication..."

Delarosa answered, "That’s very simple."

A light spot emerged atop the small tower, drilling into Carson Flores’s glabella.

An extra sense instantly appeared in Carson Flores’s mind, accurately sensing the location of Ghost Tower.

Suddenly, the delicate fingers of Cristopher Hopkins Immortal, thin as tender green onions, touched Carson Flores’s glabella, and another light spot appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.

"If you infuse this light spot in your Sea of Consciousness with mental energy, you will be able to sense our location. At the same time, we will know you are searching for us. However, there is a limited range for this, approximately within a direct distance of one thousand miles. Beyond that, we cannot sense it."

Carson Flores focused on the two light spots, and immediately sensed the actual locations of Cristopher Hopkins Immortal and Ghost Tower in his mind. His mental energy touched the light spots, which trembled lightly in response.

Carson Flores beamed, "Now I feel reassured."

Although Carson Flores typically did not rely on their assistance for his adventures, in case of issues, he could now initiate negotiation instead of stealthily asking if they were around like a thief.

Delarosa suddenly spoke up, "Those two Immortal Slaves, do you want them?"

Carson Flores’s eyes lit up, "Is that possible?"

Delarosa answered, "I have already expelled the connection between them and Maggie Fitzgerald. They are now free, no longer influenced or controlled by Maggie Fitzgerald. You can talk to them, and if they can serve you, then keep them; otherwise, I’ll kill them."

Carson Flores said with a smile, "If I can subdue them, then of course that’s good news. At least ordinary people won’t be able to hurt me."

"Then come inside."

A flash of light flickered across Ghost Tower, enveloping Carson Flores. His vision blurred, and he found himself inside the tower, appearing in the palace.

Delarosa still sat in her chair as if she had never moved an inch.

Carson Flores greeted with a smile, "Delarosa, is this grand hall the core of Ghost Tower?"

"There is no core in Ghost Tower, or rather, I am the core."

Delarosa responded, "I’ve just preferred staying here in recent years... They are outside, go out and speak with them yourself."

"Okay!"

Carson Flores stepped out of the grand hall and saw two men, one with white hair and an old man, the other with dark skin and faint scale patterns on his forehead – a middle-aged man.

The two stood outside the hall with a cautious demeanor. Seeing Carson Flores emerge, their eyes showed a complex light.

They had reported Carson Flores to the Immortal, hoping to capture him, but instead of catching Carson Flores, even the Immortal’s Primordial Spirit Incarnations were suppressed by the tower.

If the Immortal could not withstand it, let alone the two of them as Immortal Slaves. Their strength was utterly useless within Ghost Tower, life or death hinging on Delarosa’s thoughts.

They had never expected that Carson Flores had already found parts of Cristopher Hopkins’s body and had acquired powerful combat capabilities, nor that he had Ghost Tower, a fearsome ally!

Ghost Tower had stood on the human realm for over ten thousand years and had never been tamed by anyone. It was an entity that existed above all else, and yet it actually chose to help Carson Flores against an Immortal!

Uncontestable!

Ghost Tower had used special means to undo the techniques Maggie Fitzgerald had used on them. Now they were free, which was fortunate, but they knew things wouldn’t be so simple.

Who would be so kind as to go through the trouble of freeing them?

After seeing Carson Flores, the two seemed to understand something.

Carson Flores’s gaze fell on the middle-aged man, "Are you that Black Jiao?"

The middle-aged man didn’t dare to show arrogance and carefully nodded, "Yes, it’s me."

Carson Flores chuckled, "Where did that rascal Franklin Wyatt and Princess Hail go?"

The middle-aged man answered, "They’re searching for clues in other places. We don’t know their whereabouts. We acted separately, whoever had confirmed information would relay it to the master..."

Carson Flores nodded, "Alright, enough talk. Two options: First, sign a servant contract with me, accept me as your master, and from then on, be at my beck and call. Second, choose to die with dignity, your soul extinguished. Pick one."

The white-haired old man and the middle-aged man exchanged glances, both kneeling on one knee, bowing their heads and saying, "We wish to follow the master!"