The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 111 - 39: Black and White (6)

Chapter 111: Chapter 39: Black and White (6)

The crowd cheered, and the people lifted Benedict II up into the already deserted Lion King Palace.

Well, it wasn’t exactly deserted, as many of the original servants and maids of the Lion King Palace were still there, but they were scared out of their wits, locking themselves away behind closed doors, making it no different from being deserted.

Benedict II was held high by the people, laughing hysterically.

The scattered mercenaries around were also unusually excited.

Countless pairs of mud-soaked shoes had trampled the dark red carpet into gray.

The people stormed into the palace hall, placing Benedict II onto the empty throne. Someone brought him the crown.

The scene resembled a king being enthusiastically embraced by his people. Yes, it resembled, but it wasn’t actually a king embraced by his people.

In the midst of the cheers, Benedict II’s hysterical laughter stopped, because he vaguely saw a large group of people starting to move the palace furniture. He frantically grabbed the hand of the mercenary leader beside him and said, "Stop them immediately!"

"Stopping them now would get us both killed," the mercenary leader said, his eyes widening.

Benedict II’s eyes widened as well.

A thug leader, still wearing prison clothes and just released, pushed his way in front of Benedict II, pointing at his nose. Yes, pointing at Benedict II’s nose, you read that right. He pointed at Benedict II’s nose and shouted, "Your Majesty! I support you! I demand you let me form an army! I used to collect protection fees, but I have reformed! Now I can help you collect taxes!"

Benedict II’s mouth twitched.

A disheveled young man pushed forward and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty! I also support you! My name is Kuiers! I studied for two years, I can write! The Holy Knight is good at distributing money, but his laws are terrible! He is a fool, who knows nothing about social sciences! Let me draft new laws for you! Make me the chief legal minister!"

Benedict II’s mouth twitched wildly.

An ugly man shouted, "Your Majesty! I also support you! The old man next door refuses to marry his daughter to me! Why should beauties only marry handsome men? I demand you decree that beauties can only marry ugly men from now on!"

A ragged man shouted, "No! Your Majesty! I! I also support you! I demand you decree that beauties can only marry poor men! We poor men have suffered for thousands of years, it’s time for us to enjoy life!"

"So beauties can only marry the poor and ugly from now on?" someone summarized.

"But I’m not poor!" an ugly man yelled angrily.

Thus, the ugly man and the poor man started fighting in front of Benedict II, and a shoe flew over Benedict II’s head.

"The silver moon truly symbolizes luck!" someone stood by the window praying while looking at the full moon outside.

The statue in Pearce Cathedral still had half its face bathed in moonlight, the other half shrouded in darkness.

Moments ago, Benedict II was laughing hysterically, but now his expression was as if he had swallowed a dead rat, the muscles of his face twitched.

...

The entire Lion King City was boiling, trembling, the sound resounding clearly even to the suburbs.

A fast horse galloped out of Lion King City, catching up with the long procession leaving White City.

The disguised rider dismounted, knelt on one knee before Yilin and Count Gruglu, and reported, "Informing the Duke! Count! The people have embraced Benedict II as the new king!"

"Benedict II?" Yilin smiled wryly, riding his horse, looking far off at the bustling center of Lion King City from the hilltop.

"It is Benedict II and the church," Count Gruglu, riding a horse beside Yilin, said expressionlessly, "Did we lose to them? No, we simply lost to a group of fools. Reform was a mistake from the start. It was Gray’s consistent victories that made us trust him too much."

"Gray was wrong, but his intentions were good." Yilin answered softly.

"I think you misunderstood me. The mistake wasn’t that he implemented the wrong reforms, but that reform itself was a mistake. This is a valuable lesson. A greedy, unwilling-to-change group, what duty do we have to help them? What would we gain? No, we gain nothing. On the contrary, if we don’t handle it well, we’ll face backlash. This is why they continue to decline; they don’t understand gratitude. Ultimately, the blame falls on us, so let them fend for themselves. They’ll reap what they sow." Count Gruglu said, riding away.

Yilin sighed helplessly and followed on horseback. After a moment, she shouted loudly, "I still support Gray! Someone has to try to change this world, right?"

...

Silver moonlight gently poured down.

The wind blew softly, shaking the branches and leaves, casting specks of light on the already transformed Shelley.

Looking at the pitch-dark surroundings and then at her hand that resembled an eagle’s claw, her body covered in black scales, Shelley couldn’t help but shed tears again.

"Why are you crying again?" Jones asked beside her.

"What if... What if I can’t change back, will Gray still..."

"Oh, you worry about that? Don’t worry, even if you turn into a skeleton, he’d stay with you."

Listening, Shelley suddenly smiled sweetly, "Yes, what am I worrying about? My Holy Knight is the kindest and most upright knight in the world. He definitely won’t abandon me."

"Actually, you should worry more about what you would do if he turns into a skeleton." Dora whispered.

Jones glared at her, causing Dora to quickly cover her mouth.

Shelley vowed, "Even if he becomes a skeleton, I’ll still be with him!"

"Hope so." Jones shrugged.

On the other side, Andrew was already tightly bound with ropes Gray found somewhere, with spells cast on them. Krimasha’s pendant was taken by Gray, who held it in his hand and looked at it carefully under the moonlight.

"You can’t kill me! The Elf Clan has an agreement with Hell!" Andrew struggled, snarling at Vivian, "If you kill me, you’ll violate the agreement!"

Vivian standing nearby smiled sweetly and asked Andrew, "Are you sure you want to threaten a succubus?"

"No, I’m not threatening you!" Andrew quickly changed his tone to pleading, "I’m just, I’m just kindly reminding you! Don’t kill me... Demons can’t directly interfere with matters on the continent. It’s a friendly agreement, I believe such a friendly agreement should always be kept!"

Vivian put away her smile, lazily said, "Did I say I wanted to kill you? Why are you so scared? I not only didn’t kill you, I did nothing, just showed up, and you surrendered yourself. So boring."

"Just showed up?" Andrew suddenly looked at Gray in fury, "You lied to me! She won’t help you!"

"I never said she would help me." Gray said innocently.

Vivian quickly interjected, "Don’t say that the wrong way. I did help! If it weren’t for me showing up, how could he surrender so easily? You should thank me properly."

"Don’t worry, as a knight of justice, we never repay favors to demons."

The Black Cat laughed quietly on the side.

"You! You’re too much! Like this, I won’t help you again in the future!" Vivian shouted angrily.

"Oh, really?" Gray put Krimasha’s pendant into his armor, crouched down in front of Andrew, and asked softly, "What’s the spell?"

"What spell?"

"The spell to reverse the transformation, you mentioned there is one before."

Andrew gritted his teeth, "I don’t have it, kill me."

Gray reached for his sword hilt, Andrew panicked and shouted, "I don’t have it! But I know how to reverse it! Don’t kill me!"

Gray released the sword hilt, asking, "How to reverse it?"

Andrew stammered, "The potion formula... I copied it from the records in the Divine Wood Library. I only copied the potion formula, not the antidote formula. Just need to check it out."

"Divine Wood Library?" Gray was taken aback.

"The great library of the Elf Clan." Vivian rolled her eyes, "There are actually two, Wood Elves and Blood Elves each have one. They’re the places with the most comprehensive records on the continent."

"So do I need to escort you to the Divine Wood Library?"

"No, please don’t! I escaped from there!" Andrew quickly opened his eyes wide, "The Blood Elf Queen forbids Blood Elves from contacting humans, if you send me back, I’ll be sentenced immediately! Let me go, I’ll find out the formula myself! For your bride, let me go?"

Gray quietly watched him, hesitating.

A voice suddenly echoed in everyone’s mind, "No need to make it so complicated."

Looking up, they saw Catherine quietly descending, her wings flapping, her silver glow illuminating the surroundings.

Shaking a potion bottle in her hand, Catherine spoke softly, "The antidote has been prepared. Normally it takes a long time, because usual magic potions have anti-cracking components. But his didn’t."

"That’s great." Gray reached out and took the bottle from Catherine, "Thanks Catherine."

"Huh!" Vivian kicked a stone, muttering resentfully, "Just a crappy potion, he thanks her. Nothing for me. Not fair."

Specks of silver light floated down before their eyes. Bound tightly, Andrew stared, his mind utterly frozen.

An angel and a demon helping the same person...what kind of situation is this? Andrew couldn’t even determine if the Holy Knight in front of him belonged to the good or evil side.

Before he could figure it out, Gray had already turned his face, asking quietly, "So, how should we handle this Blood Elf?"

Suddenly, the Lich, angel, succubus, Ghost Cat, Bone Horse all looked at the Blood Elf.

Andrew shivered with goosebumps, quickly struggling to sit upright, kneeling, and kowtowed.

"I...I offer myself to you as a servant! Don’t kill me, and don’t send me back! What do you think?"