The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 385 - 268: May the Holy Fire and Money Forever Protect Us_3

Chapter 385: Chapter 268: May the Holy Fire and Money Forever Protect Us_3

Thinking about it, Palos actually felt that it wasn’t too bad and once again wore a smile, radiantly signing various contracts with Rod.

He even introduced his granddaughter to him. Although she hadn’t become a Fire Holder, she was very beautiful with fair, dewy skin, beautiful looks, and long legs, busty and curvy which clearly indicated good child-bearing hips. If Rod was interested, he could give it a try.

Rod, fearing complications, didn’t dare to refuse outright and simply suggested adding a Spirit Crow Messenger to chat first.

Palos immediately agreed.

His ordinary granddaughter was his biggest concern, while Rod was an outstanding seed rarely encountered. Although their stances differed, lending a seed shouldn’t be a problem.

With that, Palos led the negotiation team back to the Royal City in triumph.

But once back in the Royal City, the Elder Council was very displeased with his results.

An elder challenged him, "Palos, aren’t these terms a bit too much?"

Palos snorted coldly, "You simply don’t understand. That young man had already consolidated a powerful force in Star Town and was ambitiously ready to forge a new Human Kingdom, thereby replacing the Royal City as the new King. I exhausted my mind to reverse this disadvantageous situation, erasing a potential catastrophe for humanity. Compared to that, what is this small price?"

The elders looked at him with skeptical eyes.

Undaunted, Palos extolled Rod’s deeds extravagantly, proving from various aspects how strong, terrifyingly talented, cunning, and shamelessly deceitful he was. If he hadn’t sacrificed his granddaughter’s chastity, the deal might not even have been sealed.

Although the elders were somewhat doubtful, looking back on Trolian history, weren’t those super geniuses who shone like morning stars all like this?

Either possessing superhuman intelligence, or superhuman talent, or superhuman capabilities, or all three.

Not to mention those mythological non-human beings from history, even now in the Royal City, weren’t there also many superstars far better than him?

In the end, the Elder Council acknowledged the contract, credited Elder Palos with a significant merit, and in recognition of his selfless dedication, they even gave him some compensation.

Guardian Qiuqie’er, made to look worthless by the elder, was just blabbering like an idiot, relying solely on Palos to remain calm and control the situation, hence he ended up winning by doing nothing.

As a result, he gained nothing and was sent back to his defensive area.

Thus, the matter came to a perfect conclusion.

The Elder Council paid a certain price but successfully avoided a major pitfall set by the king, gaining ownership of the Sun Crystal Vein.

Rod, meanwhile, gained tremendously, not only receiving many resources and status privileges but also securing a position as a reserve elder, which were things money simply couldn’t buy.

It would help Rod gain more Divinity.

Elder Palos had achieved a great feat, garnered a lot of compensation, and even secured a future for his granddaughter, profiting immensely.

Guardian Qiuqie’er successfully helped Rod take a significant step forward, which he was glad to see.

Everyone was happy, getting what they wanted.

As for who lost out, only heaven knows.

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Meanwhile.

In the Black Fog outside Star Town.

Three reddish figures gathered again.

Their expressions were so dark, they were almost blacker than the Black Fog itself.

Levill spoke gravely, "Things have gotten very bad. If it continues like this, the opposition will have no place to stand."

Amoli said, "We don’t have much time left, our recovery period is very short, the Fire Hall will soon call us back, this is our last chance."

Krama questioned, "Are the things Lord Manolo Bana sent really effective? That boy won’t have some unknown tricks up his sleeve, will he?"

Levill shook his head.

"Impossible, the disaster we’ve triggered this time is akin to a minor Dark Tide, Star Town absolutely won’t hold."

Amoli laughed, "We’ve studied that boy’s tactics through and through, he absolutely can’t handle the Aries Demon horde, Star Town will inevitably be destroyed."

Krama sighed deeply:

"For this plan, we’ve already spent all our resources. If it can’t succeed, we’re done for."

Levill laughed and slapped his shoulder.

"Don’t worry, it will definitely succeed this time."

"Once the Guardian is far away, we’ll launch the attack."

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Silver Oath.

Taboo Armament.

The Leader forcefully slammed the table, shouting, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Mephit will not be released unless the sealing is complete."

Across from him were the other senior members of the Taboo Armament.

"Leader," one advised, "the Supreme Council has already urged us for the third time."

"They say, if we don’t release her soon, they are going to cut our budget."

The Leader shouted, "Don’t they know? Mephit is the Son of Destruction prophesied, and releasing her unsealed would spell disaster."

The members exchanged glances, and one spoke in a low voice, "The Elder says it’s your problem. They allocate so much money each year, yet you can’t even seal a supposed Son of Prophetic; it is unclear what we need so many resources for."

Angry, the Leader exclaimed, "Does no one support us? I must personally report to First Elder Amendo His Excellency."

Swallowing hard, the man whispered, "This is the First Elder’s will."

The Leader fell silent for a few seconds before collapsing back into his chair and murmured, "Why is this happening?"

One said, "They mentioned that Star Town is short on high-ranked combatants."

"Can’t someone else be sent?"

"No, there are no spare positions in the Fire Hall; everyone is busy with their assigned sequences."

The Leader remained silent for a long while before sighing deeply. "Use Spiritual Energy to seal her; restrict her Spiritual Power Level to below Seventh Level. Let’s hope there will be no issues."

The man immediately smiled, bowed, and said, "Yes, Leader!"

With that, he hurriedly left with the group.

Now, only the Leader was left in the hall.

He sat on the Black Iron Throne, lost in deep thought.

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Upper City.

In a lavish hall.

A crowd of opulently dressed people sat around a massive table.

At the head of the table sat an enormously fat man, his facial features almost buried under layers of fat. He wore his fat hands full of colorful, large rings and clapped them together forcefully to quiet the crowd.

"Merchants,"

Contrary to his bloated size, his voice was loud and clear, instantly silencing the entire hall.

"You are aware of the situation. Star Town is a prime investment opportunity with nearly no risk. If we can deepen our cooperation with them, perhaps one day, we might stand proud in the Royal City as mere mortals."

A thunderous sound filled the hall as the merchants shouted, "I agree!"

"This is the best chance!"

"Raise the stakes! Raise the stakes!"

"I’m committed to that young fellow! He’s truly a genius!"

"Yes, although his talents may not seem exceptional compared to other super geniuses, his thought patterns have already surpassed this era!"

"Lord Mahara, please, we beg of you."

The enormous fat man laughed, "Very well, since you all agree, I shall depart soon to personally negotiate deeper cooperation matters with our little hero in Star Town."

He raised a fat hand, shouting.

"The Holy Fire undying! Wealth forever passed on!"

The merchants cried out in unison.

"May the Holy Fire and wealth forever protect us!"