Chapter 359: Kingship is Not Eternal

"But Aierwen, even if we notify everyone, that group of Fallen Ones will not accept news from us; they only care about maintaining their rule!" the masked person who spoke before raised an objection again. Other masked people also chimed in, "That's right! Aierwen, the magical power we possess is very limited; how can we contend with that group of Fallen Ones!"

"Once our identities are exposed, you won't be able to escape either!"

"Why not wait a little longer? Not long ago, I obtained a brand-new Magic from an Envoy of Yierlan, and I am willing to share it with you all!"

The four masked people argued noisily, and in the end, they did not agree to spread this news.

The armored giant Aierwen was somewhat disappointed and was preparing to end this meeting to see the next batch of emerging Spellcasters, when he heard the masked person who had first raised the objection say somewhat hesitantly: "Aierwen, then what about this time's Holy Water—"

"I have it! You can just find Samu to get it when you leave."

Aierwen knew that Holy Water could treat the injuries caused by the Fallen Ones and even had strong offensive power against the Fallen Ones themselves; this could be considered an important bond maintaining his connection with these emerging Spellcasters, so he did not refuse, nor could he refuse.

"Thank you, Aierwen. I was glared at by the old guy the day before yesterday, and I still feel uncomfortable all over!"

"Me too!"

"I cannot disappear for too long, lest someone become suspicious. Let's end it here for this time!"

Aierwen had wanted to end this meeting anyway, so he nodded, "Very well!"

After the four masked people left, Aierwen slammed the table in anger with a "Bang!", knocking the table he had worked so hard to bring down from the Surface to pieces.

"These guys!"

Although he did not want to admit it, Aierwen still felt that those emerging Spellcasters might become new Fallen Ones in the future. Once they grasped a little bit of meager power, they began to think they were superior to others and abandoned the common people. Was this the partner he had chosen?

Aierwen closed his eyes and sought revelation from God in his heart, but how would God interfere in a matter that had already been determined? Thus, he could only continuously align himself with Holy Power, perceiving the rules and mysteries within it, attempting to obtain some new revelation.

In this Holy Power filled with infinite radiance, Aierwen felt a vast and boundless will, filled with order and ruthlessness, but precisely because of this order and ruthlessness, he saw eternal justice and protection!

"My Lord, how could one as humble as I ever understand even a ten-thousandth of You!"

Jiersi Town, inside a secret chamber.

An old man with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles was kneeling under an altar covered in skulls and white bones, muttering something from time to time in a very eerie tone, and as he spoke, the candlelight around the secret chamber seemed to flicker along with him.

Standing behind the old man to the side was a middle-aged man with a complex expression. Watching the atmosphere in the secret chamber become increasingly eerie, he finally couldn't help but speak: "Father, I heard news that an Orc Tide might appear in the south. Should we make some preparations in advance? Also, the Yierlan Envoy is preparing to leave; should we request them to stay? Perhaps it would be of some help."

The old man ignored the middle-aged man and continued to perform his rites, as if he hadn't heard his son's words at all.

"Father!" the middle-aged man called out again. He knew that his father was capable of speaking at this time; in the past, much of his father's tutoring was completed in this very secret chamber!

"I heard you!"

The old man's hoarse voice rang out, and the light in the secret chamber dimmed accordingly. Immediately after, the old man shook the Bone Staff in his hand. The middle-aged man hurriedly stepped forward to support him, while asking again: "Then Father, what should we do?"

"Do not worry about it. We are in the far north; even if there really is an Orc Tide, we will have time to respond."

Upon hearing his father's words, the middle-aged man became somewhat anxious and hurriedly said: "But Father, we have already formed the Seven Cities Alliance! How can we sit by and watch our allies?"

"Slap!"

A crisp sound echoed in the secret chamber.

Seeming still unsatisfied, the old man, who had just been preparing to go out, backhanded his son with another slap, pointing the hollow eye sockets of the Skull at the top of the Bone Staff in his hand toward his son, and scolded:

"Remember, there is no longer a Seven Cities Alliance; now there is only Netheril! A brand-new kingdom! And I am the King of Netheril! And I shall rule until the end of time!"

The middle-aged man clutched his cheek and opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing. He knew his father was mad; from the day the Elves of Yierlan arrived, his father had been mad.

Longevity, royal power, and even if the Knowledge of Magic were not too obscure and profound, he suspected that his father would even want to grasp Magic itself in his hands.

Watching his father walk out of the secret chamber, the middle-aged man looked back at the altar made of white bones and skulls, then quickened his pace and walked out.

Sure enough, his father was waiting at the door. Thinking about it, even for his own son, he wouldn't feel at ease leaving him alone in that secret chamber. Thinking of this, the middle-aged man suddenly felt that such a life was truly sorrowful.

Just then, the old man suddenly asked: "You just said there is going to be an Orc Tide in the south?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, but then felt even more sorrowful. Could it be that his words just now hadn't left even a trace in his father's heart? However, being asked by his father, he ignited a glimmer of hope and felt a bit of relief for his people.

"Father, it is news from the Paladins; it should be true. But even if it is false, the people are always innocent; we cannot let the Orcs run rampant!"

"Hmm, what you say makes sense."

"Huh?"

Originally, upon hearing his father's affirmation, the middle-aged man should have been very happy, but at this moment he was somewhat bewildered. While he was stunned, the old man had already continued: "I have decided to assemble the Army, as well as all the Mages, to jointly resist the Orc Tide. If those Paladins can make the due contribution during the Orc Tide, I am willing to promise them the right to walk under the sunlight!"

"Father!"

Now the middle-aged man was truly happy, "Are you telling the truth? Do you really agree to stop hunting down those Paladins?"

"Yes, I agree! As long as they are willing to resist the Orcs, instead of bewitching my people, then I will no longer hunt them down!"

The old man's words made the middle-aged man feel it was very incredible. He instinctively felt something was wrong, but such a decision fully conformed to the interests of the Netherese people, so he didn't think much more about it.

He now couldn't wait to notify all the people of this news immediately—not only that the Paladins would no longer be hunted, and that the people could freely accept the help of the Paladins, but also the news of the incoming Orc Tide, so that the people could take precautions in advance! "Father, I am going to notify the others!" The middle-aged man suppressed his excitement and bowed to the old man. At this moment, he had completely forgotten the two slaps in the secret chamber just now; his mind was completely occupied by this news.

Watching his son running quickly into the distance, the old man's eyes were somewhat gloomy. He squeezed two low laughs from his throat, then summoned his subordinates, preparing to assemble the Army.

(End of this chapter)