NOVPUBChapter 314: Chapter 285 Crying Stran Dylon_2
Alas…
“Jacob Bites, do you know why I saw you last?”
Stran’s voice came from ahead, shaking his heart violently.
Unlike before, although Stran Dylon had only been king for two days, he had already taken on a certain special authority.
Jacob Bites seemed unable to bear the authority coming from Stran and knelt on both knees, humbly pressing his head to the ground, huskily saying,
“I know, Your Majesty.”
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“Viscount Jacob Bites, your domain is renamed to the Northern Frost Snow Fortress, understood?”
Stran’s harsh voice rang out, directly determining the future of Viscount Bites. n𝚘𝚟pub.𝚌o𝚖
The Frost Snow Fortress was the front line facing the magic beasts of the icy plains in the Northern Kingdom, where the Snow Bear Legion had previously been stationed, a place of harsh and bitter cold.
Now, with the Snow Bear Legion withdrawn to Ice Peak City, the pressures facing it were even greater.
But Viscount Jacob Bites did not show any inclination to refuse, instead bowing deeply, gratefully saying,
“Thank you for your mercy, my king.”
He knew very well that such a display from Stran undoubtedly meant that he knew of his betrayal.
In that instant, he had already sensed the stench of the gallows, but Stran’s punishment was to guard the northern border of the kingdom, leaving even his title unchanged.
The fortunate Jacob Bites bowed repeatedly before slowly exiting the palace.
Sitting on the throne, Stran sighed, thinking that if it weren’t indeed a critical time for the Dillon Kingdom, how could he let Jacob Bites off so lightly.
After all, Jacob Bites was once one of his two highest-ranking subordinates; to move against him would easily incite fear in others, and the current Dillon Kingdom could not withstand another blow.
But Jacob Bites’s matter was a minor issue, Stran still felt a heavy stone weighing on his heart.
Lukar had disappeared, taken away by an unknown strongman.
Who knew whether he would return or cause more turmoil?
Now, the Dillon King was without any Legendary guardians!
Stran rose from the throne, rubbing his temples as he walked toward the inner court.
Even with his busy schedule, he kept to an hour of sleep each night.
As a Transcendent, he could easily go days without sleep, but in order to make contact with Mr. Moriarty, he still set aside time to rest from his busy schedule.
But that bizarre…no, mysterious entity had not sought him out again.
The new king of the Dillon Kingdom was now somewhat melancholic, having, since the incident known as Demon’s Gate, greatly elevated Moriarty and the Death Secret Cult in his mind.
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“Hmm…where am I?”
Stran murmured drowsily, his body feeling light as if it lacked any substance.
Thud, thud~
A somewhat muffled sound came, jolting Stran awake.
“Where am I…”
Stran suddenly opened his eyes, finding himself in the main hall of the Ice Castle Palace, seated right upon the highest throne.
“This is!”
Stran leapt up, spotting a black-robed figure leisurely surveying the surroundings of the palace.
“Mr. Moriarty, hello!”
Stran hurriedly descended from the raised platform of the throne, speaking with a subdued tone of respect.
The happenings of the past few days were too shocking.
“Lukar” had killed the Legendary Strongman known as Northern Fury, which indicated that “Lukar’s” strength was at least at the Legendary Level.
Yet “Lukar” had been taken away by an unknown strongman, with no news since.
If that entity was hostile toward “Lukar,” it indicated that this figure was also a Legendary Crown.
Stran surmised that this entity might well be from the Death Secret Cult, as any other power would have contacted him by now.
It was only the Death Secret Cult that left Stran puzzled.
Even having become the King His Majesty of the Dillon Kingdom, Stran couldn’t help but feel some fear,
particularly now that the Dillon Kingdom was without any Legendary existences.
“Congratulations, our new King of Dillon, you’ve finally got your wish.”
“How does it feel?”
Facing the somewhat frivolous demeanor of the black-clad Moriarty, for some reason, Stran suddenly felt a bit more relaxed.
After all, there shouldn’t be any major issues, should there!
“Thank you for your assistance, we were able to avert that disaster.”
Stran’s face showed a hint of bitterness, his voice low but his tone even more respectful as he spoke,
“To be honest, who could have expected that this mess would end up like this.”
“Even after becoming king, after the initial excitement, all that’s left is trouble.”
“Is that so?”
Lis smiled, his steps unhurried as if he was taking in the grand decorations of the palace.
After a moment of silence, seeing that Moriarty had no intention of speaking, Stran had no choice but to break the quiet.
“Thank you for your help, do you know where Lukar is now…”
“Oh, don’t worry, he’s thoroughly dead.”
Lis spoke indifferently, somehow producing a goblet filled with golden wine, and gently swirled it in his hand.
As expected!
A slight relief passed through Stran’s mind, it was good that he was dead!
So, was that legendary existence truly a member of the Death Secret Cult?
Now it seemed the Death Secret Cult was indeed as mysterious and powerful as the Church of the Gods!
Knowing this, Stran continued to inquire,
“That guy, was it really Lukar, and why did he do those things?”
Lis sipped his wine, glanced at Stran, and said,
“Lukar’s body had been taken over by the Demon Prince Demogorgon, and the rest you don’t need to know.”
“Hiss~”
Even the scheming Stran couldn’t help but change his color.
Demogorgon!
Though long unseen, Stran was aware of this one among the strongest of the Abyss Lords.
An entity of evil, chaos, death, and madness that no words could fully describe!
And he had appeared in the Dillon Kingdom, even possessing the body of the king.
It was unheard of!
Keep in mind that although the Dillon Kingdom was not much in terms of power on the Fanor Continent, it was one of the countries under the protection of the Church of the Gods.
The king, high nobles, and key officials were all under the guardianship of the Church, and yet he managed to evade the scrutiny of the Ice and Snow Goddess Church.
This meant danger for himself too!
The previous “Demon’s Gate” incident had led to the death of the kingdom’s only legendary figure.
Because of this, the Dillon Kingdom had fully aligned with the Ice and Snow Goddess Church, hoping for even greater support.
Such as stationing a legendary figure in Ice Peak City.
The Ice and Snow Goddess, a divine entity with medium divine power, naturally had several legends in her Church.
But Stran was not sure he could definitely invite one.
And the Death Secret Cult, seemingly not weak either, also possessed legendary figures.
Perhaps…
“Mr. Moriarty, I am very thankful for the Death Secret Cult’s assistance to the Dillon Kingdom this time.”
“I wonder what I can do to express the gratitude of the Dillon Kingdom!”
Stran tentatively asked.
However, the Moriarty before him seemed lackluster, leisurely strolling around, seemingly without the previous abnormal behavior or eerie feeling.
He now seemed somewhat… bored and tired?
“Nothing.”
Lis said indifferently.
Stran was stunned; he hadn’t expected Moriarty to respond this way.
No, this big shot!
You previously swore to help me become king, hinting at replacing the Ice and Snow Goddess Church and gaining the support of the Dillon Kingdom.
Through the process, so much was given, from the precious teleportation artifact that allowed the movement of two elite armies, to deploying a legendary strongman to eliminate Demogorgon’s incarnation, to the effort in exterminating a large number of demons and the “Demon’s Gate”!
So much had been given, and now when it was time to share the fruits of victory, you tell me not to expect any return.
Could it be that the Death Secret Cult truly was a selflessly just entity?
If it were usual times, Stran might’ve cheekily let it slide.
But not now!
The Dillon Kingdom needed support now!
Stran still aimed to secure a long-term collaboration with the Death Secret Cult through subsequent returns!
Such a mighty and relatively “well-behaved” entity was hard to find for Stran!
Especially since he might still face another attack from Demogorgon, and the Ice and Snow Goddess Church seemed unreliable in previous events.
Stran felt almost like crying now.
This Death Secret Cult, truly baffling!
Big brother, you can’t seriously expect me to beg on my knees for collaboration, can you?
