Chapter 1527: I Really Want to Refuse, But He Offers Too Much

That was close... my obsession was almost shattered.

After being trampled by the Deer, which stomped a dozen hoof prints on him, the Third Director, whose obsession had almost collapsed, finally managed to recover and sat on his grave mound, gasping for breath in lingering fear.

The biggest reason he could let his will and memory transcend death and "live" until now was his obsession with becoming the most outstanding forging master in history.

Once his master-disciple relationship with that thing was exposed, with that forging ability that could be called blasphemous, he would definitely be disgraced along with it, his reputation accumulated over thousands of years would be lost overnight, and he would be recorded in history as the teacher of the shame of forging, in the contemptuous eyes of all forging masters...

How is this any different from dying?

And what's more fatal is that the "Mind-Heart" forging school he founded, although it didn't become a must-learn school of Taurus secret arts because too few people could learn it, its effectiveness and theory were still recognized.

Other people, even if they couldn't learn the method of influencing anomalous forging with their own will because the difficulty was too high and there were too many constraints, wouldn't think there was a problem with the "Mind-Heart school," and would even try it out.

However, after that beast appeared, who learned the basics in just a few minutes, ended up breaking one after another, and even cooked a pot of garbage with True God-level materials, the entire Mind-Heart school was probably going to be buried with him!

I should have cleaned up the sect back then!

After hammering his tombstone with regret, the Third Director, who had almost been killed by a single sentence, stood up abruptly, stared at the Deer, and gritted his teeth:

"Speak! How do you guys want to deal with that little beast!"

Hm?

Seeing the Third Director's attitude change drastically after catching his breath, the Deer was stunned for a moment, then asked with surprise in its eyes:

"You agreed?"

"I... I'll listen first!"

Although he had almost been destroyed just now, after thinking about the cheap smile on the face of that red-haired girl when she brought that beast over, the Third Director couldn't help but reach out to scratch the back of his sparse-haired head and said with annoyance:

"Tell me how to do it first! If the plan is too stupid, I won't do it!"

"It's not stupid! It's definitely not stupid!"

Not expecting that things would suddenly take a wonderful turn because of his own words, the overjoyed Deer stomped its hooves twice, and explained everything with eyes full of eagerness:

"The Food God recently harvested a batch of... materials, but Director Taurus's injury from ascending the palace hasn't healed yet, so she definitely can't handle so many materials. So when the Cleaning Bureau comes to the Dead World to negotiate, they will most likely come to you to help forge them together."

"And I have already contacted several 'friends' here. If the Food God also comes along, we will take action together, shatter the 【Sage's Cemetery】 and drag half of it away, and push it down the 【Cliff of the End】 along with the Food God, letting him return to the world completely!"

So in short, it's just an ambush and sneak attack?

After listening to the Deer's plan, the Third Director couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Tsk... you guys in the Dead World are really something. When I was still alive, you guys were always fond of doing this kind of shady stuff. After so many years, you're still the same bird.

"Are you sure this shitty plan can succeed?"

After glancing at the Deer with disdain, the square-headed old man said with full suspicion:

"My relationship with this generation's Taurus isn't very good. She definitely won't come to me unless she encounters something she really can't handle. This plan of yours doesn't sound reliable at all!"

"She will definitely come, because those... materials, she really can't handle them in her current state."

"Hehe, then I can only say you don't understand forging secret arts at all." The Third Director sneered.

"Today I'll teach you a lesson. Among the Thirteen Secret Arts of the Cleaning Bureau, the first one is the Destruction Secret Art of the Aries Palace, but that's because it can destroy almost all anomalous objects and even temporarily shatter the truth of a Pillar God. But when it comes to the upper limit and value, the Taurus secret art ranked second is the highest."

"As long as the user's belief is strong enough, even a cripple without hands or feet, holding a bottomless iron pot, can knead True Gods of the same level at will. When I dealt with you guys back then, I basically didn't need to use anomalous objects, I just kneaded you guys as forging materials."

"And this generation's Taurus Director, although her secret arts aren't learned very well, her will to ascend the Watchtower Palace is already not bad. Facing True Gods who have no ability to resist after being caught, even if she is injured again, as long as she can still open her eyes and take a look, then kneading ten or eight True Gods is absolutely no problem!"

"..."

"Understood? If you understood, then get lost!"

Looking at the silent Deer in front of him, the Third Director lay back in his coffin, waved his hand with disgust, and drove the guest away:

"This time it's not that I don't want to help you, but your plan is too rotten. It had no possibility of success from the beginning, so don't bother me anymore, hurry up and..."

"Forty."

"Hm? Forty what?"

"Forty True Gods..."

After spitting out this number with extreme difficulty, in the Third Director's bewildered expression, the Deer stomped its hooves, its expression three parts hatred and seven parts fear, and explained in a low voice:

"The Food God... he set a trap in the Witch Kingdom and executed forty of our members in one breath. Although he released the souls of fifteen of them later, but... but he caught the Nothingness Narrative, so Taurus will definitely not be able to handle it, and will definitely come to the Sage's Cemetery to find you."

"..."

"..."

"Nothingness Narrative?!?!?!"

After sitting up from the coffin with a thud, the Third Director twisted his neck with a crack, and asked with shock in his eyes:

"That storyteller? You guys... that kid finished off forty members of your King-Slaying Society, caught twenty-five of them including souls and bodies, and even captured a Pillar God alive? Just him? You guys... are you all this trash now?"

"..."

Damn bastard... Ambush! Ambush! We fell into an ambush! Are you deaf, can't you hear the word 'trap'?!

Choked by the Third Director's sincere evaluation, and stomping another bluestone brick to pieces, the Deer roared angrily:

"In short, this generation's Taurus will definitely bring materials to find you, and the Food God will most likely accompany her. As long as you help us cover up and create an opportunity for us to kill the Food God, we will send you to the position of the God of Forging! Iron Badger! Just say whether you agree or not!"

"..."

Agree or not? Does this even need thinking?

Faced with the Deer's questioning, the Third Director remained silent for a moment, then took out a bottomless large iron pot, smashed it over with a bang, and then scolded angrily with his eyebrows raised!

"Get lost! Get lost! Who the hell do you think you are, daring to ambush my beloved disciple?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1528 =====