Countless dark words can describe the realm of the Crimson King.
Not all of the people who sat on the twelve stone thrones in the center of this black castle were losers like Sullivan and Downey.
Just like these two today...
The Round Table Hall is owned by the Crimson King, as are the twelve seats. However, when the ancestral spirit of Valentan appeared, the balance of this secret society seemed to be broken...
It is a pity that Victor will not see everything that happens here, nor can he predict that the owner of Castle Black not only knows the ancestral spirit of Valentine, but even calls him by his real name.
"Mr. Zu Ling didn't like his past name..."
The girl once again conveyed a message to the alien gods around her.
The Crimson King held his chin with one hand: "Even if I hate you, I can't erase the traces you left in history. Cu Chulan, you are the legendary hero of Aenannia."
"Dead people..." The ancestral spirit in the shadow replied in a harsh voice, which was uncomfortable, "Dead names... just."
"Well..." The Evil God on the throne suddenly raised his tone, "Have you still not forgotten your hatred for Maeve?"
"It's just each other." The harsh voice responded again.
The Crimson King clapped twice: "That's why we can reach a consensus."
The riddle-like dialogue between the two parties finally came to an end.
When the silence spread, the girl holding the fan interrupted: "Why don't we discuss my results first, gentlemen."
The Crimson King's face, obscured by the mist, moved towards the girl.
"I think maybe I have news about the 'Tower'..." the latter stated.
"Oh?" The Crimson King made a curious voice.
The girl continued: "If the legend is true, then the same tower-building ceremony is most likely taking place somewhere in the southern island chain."
When it comes to the tower, the first impression of the seers is that of the tower among the ten major traits, and also the "high tower" path among the twenty-two paths.
Based on this premise, ordinary seers may think that the girl is talking about some kind of ritual about "towers" or "high towers".
But in the Crimson King's castle, only the three of them knew the nature of the topic she was talking about.
"Interesting... There are still people who want to recreate the steps to reach the sky from scratch. What do you think?" the Crimson King asked the girl in front of him.
The girl suddenly closed her fan: "There is a friendly noble gentleman who was persuaded by me to go to that area for on-site inspection. Now I just need to wait...wait for the news from that adult."
"Building a tower... that is a very dangerous act. Even we will not try it easily... Our friendly noble gentleman will probably never come back, and you... won't get it either."
any news."
The Crimson King slightly questioned the girl's plan, but the latter seemed to be prepared and continued to explain.
"There is no need to worry about this, because that adult has my blood on his body."
Hearing this, the evil god at the head nodded slightly: "I see... Then which volunteer will agree to help you explore the road in such a dangerous place?"
The girl curled her hair: "His Excellency Klein Besarius, a descendant of a declining old aristocracy, I leaked to him a piece of false news about the mysterious treasure on the island to the east. After he learned about it, he was very
It’s easy to fall for the bait.”
"Money is a hidden poison, and people will be fascinated by it without knowing it." The Crimson King seemed to be recalling something, "Some seeds have already been planted and rooted in everyone's blood."
"I just hope that the poison you talked about is just a metaphor. Otherwise, human blood will become smelly. What can I do?" The girl did not forget to joke while communicating.
The ancestral spirit of Valentan, shrouded in black smoke, seemed not interested in the girl's topic.
The place directly facing him is the stone seat on the right hand side of the Crimson King. It is in the same symmetrical position as where he sits, and is also closest to the owner of the castle.
The Crimson King noticed something and changed the topic: "No matter who wants to hide all the supreme will and build a tower in a rootless place, it is doomed to fail. Therefore... only resurrecting the Eternal Holy Tree is the only way to steal the tower."
The only way to the soul.”
Hearing the word Eternal Holy Tree, the black smoke of Valentan's ancestral spirit instantly trembled, and the person inside seemed to be inflamed with some kind of emotion and became restless.
"I know that this is a sin that you can never let go of in your heart, but since you abandoned the dream nature and chose to be a hermit, Cu Chulan in history is already dead, just as you just said..."
The black smoke was still trembling unsteadily while the Crimson King was speaking, and the harsh response inside followed closely: "Where..."
After hearing this, the Crimson King slowly stood up from the throne.
He walked down the steps, grabbed a cane out of thin air, and tapped it on the ground.
"Half of it is the area that he and I set foot on - this black castle, and the other half..."
Before he finished speaking, the figure of the Crimson King seemed to move and appeared behind the seat opposite the ancestral spirit of Valentan.
The seat was covered in blood, similar to Sullivan's and Downey's seats, indicating that the previous owner of this seat was no longer there, or even dead.
"In the hands of the past man."
Upon hearing this, the black smoke from Valentan's ancestral spirit suddenly burst out, instantly filling the entire round table area.
The figure of the Crimson King was obscured by black smoke, making it hazy.
With a bang, the stone throne shattered, the black smoke gathered again and returned to the side of the ancestral spirit, and the Crimson King himself sat back on the throne at the top of the list.
"'He' is not dead...and he is very likely to succeed..."
The Crimson King chuckled.
"Remember what I just said? This 'other half'... and 'Ruger's legacy' are probably all in the same person now, and this person is the product of 'his' success..."
The hall suddenly couldn't help but tremble, as if there was an angry force inside that was about to explode.
The uneasy mood coming from the Valentan ancestral spirit was immediately resolved by the Crimson King's cane tapping the ground, and the castle became stable again.
After venting his emotions, the ancestral spirit calmed down and stopped shaking.
The girl asked in confusion: "So, what are you talking about?"
She couldn't understand what the two god-like beings were talking about.
"That's a field and knowledge that you can't touch yet, including the truth about the casting tower. There's no need to think about it, no need to question it, just follow my instructions and complete your mission..."
The castle master's order was unquestionable. The girl chuckled twice and said no more.
Later, the Crimson King once again proposed to the ancestral spirit: "Well, since you have returned to the Round Table, why not continue to help me and resurrect the Eternal Holy Tree!"
After finishing speaking, the hall fell into silence, which was broken by a harsh and unpleasant rejection after a long time.
"No...I already have a new direction."
"Oh?" Doubt came from the mouth of the owner of the first seat.
The last words came from the ancestral spirit of Valentan: "Shivers... He has been hidden, I want to find him, and then... Ptolemy is not dead."
