Chapter 970

The Grand Speaker looked Anthony up and down and said: "The Lord of Life is also very skilled in healing. Its Praise of Life and Wind of Recovery are quite powerful, but this Light Disaster is very strange. Neither the Lord of Life nor the Lord of Radiance might be able to cure it."

"Hehe, as long as he is still alive, if I can't cure him, I'll die. But taking such a big risk, my Lord's power consumption might be much greater." Anthony chuckled, adding to himself: Even if he's dead, it's not impossible.

"Big talk. Come with me. If you can cure my Governor, I will grant you the title of a good friend of the Alliance," the Grand Speaker said.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably scoff at hearing this, that a 'good friend' title would be taken out as compensation. But Anthony was naturally not so shallow, and instead said: "With this title, is it a crime if I kill someone?"

"Of course it's a crime," the Grand Speaker said irritably: "But don't touch my people, and my people won't arrest you."

Anthony nodded in understanding. This kind of title was about the same as the 'Elf's Badge of Friendship'. Holding it meant having the Grand Speaker's protection. As long as he didn't go too far, the Grand Speaker would protect him.

This kind of title had no meaning to ordinary people, and was not as practical as a few tons of magic crystals, but for a force wanting to gain a foothold in the Holy Light Alliance, it was equivalent to obtaining a political permit.

As long as he didn't go too far, the Grand Speaker would protect him. If he went too far, he would have to bear it himself, and the Grand Speaker's forces would not intervene.

This was a very clever compensation. It seemed the Grand Speaker was not as 'simple' as he appeared.

Anthony rubbed his hands together very satisfied. Just by healing one person, he could obtain such compensation; it was a huge profit. It seemed this Governor carried a lot of weight in the Grand Speaker's mind.

After walking a long distance, they arrived at the back of the Governor's Mansion. This was where officials rested, and it was also covered with thick curtains, blocking all light.

Just as they reached the door, the Grand Speaker and Anthony heard an unquestionable voice: "No need to say more, I will not accept the Reincarnation Sacrifice. Just let me rot away."

The Grand Speaker blinked, stunned outside the door. Seeing this, Anthony also held his breath and stopped, listening intently. This tone of a superior should be the Governor.

Another female voice urged anxiously: "But you won't just rot away, you will die."

"Won't I die with the Reincarnation Sacrifice? Reincarnation also leads to death. Not only will I die, but I will also become an ugly, walking dried corpse, forever. I don't want to become like that; just let me die," the Governor said firmly.

The female voice was so anxious she didn't know what to say: "But... but..."

"Airi, I know you don't want me to die, but everyone has a different view of life. You are only twenty years old, you haven't seen many of the beauties in life, and you have many longings and imaginations about life. But I am already seven hundred years old, I have seen too many beauties, and I have experienced countless hardships, so I know what kind of life I want."

"Becoming an ugly dried corpse, hiding in the deep, dark, damp underground, afraid to see people, is definitely not what I hope for. Rather than that, I would rather die quietly and return to the embrace of the Lord of Life. This is part of nature," the Governor said.

Seven hundred years old? Lord of Life? Part of nature? Could the Governor be an elf?

The female voice named Airi said urgently: "But isn't the Grand Speaker also an undead creature? But he is not ugly."

"Hmph, who knows what evil arts he used? Every once in a while he disappears, and then when he comes back he is fresh. I'm afraid he is using evil arts somewhere to maintain it. I heard that soaking in the blood of pure young girls can keep one forever young. It's too evil," the Governor said angrily.

Anthony leaned over to the Grand Speaker and whispered: "It seems your Governor has quite a few misunderstandings about you."

The Grand Speaker responded with a wry smile: "I didn't expect that she would see me this way. I raised her from a child, and she actually thinks I'm evil?"

"Do you lack communication? If you spend too little time together and lack communication, there will be misunderstandings. Have you ever told her what you rely on to stay fresh?" Anthony said in the tone of someone who had been there.

"She doesn't need to stay fresh, why tell her these things?" the Grand Speaker said irritably.

Anthony smiled: "I'll give you an example. If someone comes out of the toilet every day, satisfied and wiping their mouth, what would you think they were doing in the toilet?"

"Eww..." the Grand Speaker immediately showed disgust.

Anthony smiled: "Of course it's because there is a sink in the toilet, and they are rinsing their mouth with water. Where did your mind go?"

The Grand Speaker nodded thoughtfully: "I understand what you mean. She can't see how I stay fresh, so she's guessing wildly."

"Right, in a team, maintaining communication is very important. Lack of communication leads to suspicion. I don't know how many teams have broken up because of poor communication between superiors and subordinates," Anthony said with some emotion.

A thousand-year-old divine swindler who could become a master of manipulating people's hearts was naturally because he had experienced too much and had seen such things too often.

The Grand Speaker smiled bitterly: "She is just a seven-hundred-year-old child, why is her mind so complicated? She guesses wildly without even asking me."

"Do you want me to help you explain?" Anthony asked.

"How to explain? Do you have essence fluid in your hand?" the Grand Speaker asked.

Once suspicion arises, it is difficult to explain unless it is demonstrated once. But the Grand Speaker's essence fluid was already used up.

"Watch me." After Anthony finished speaking, he coughed loudly, then paused for a short while before pushing the door open and walking in, saying: "If you were reincarnated as a lich that isn't ugly, would you be willing?"

Anthony's cough gave the people inside preparation. Pushing the door open now, he saw a young girl clutching a vase, and a person wrapped in a quilt. The girl shouted sharply: "Who are you... Grand Speaker?"

"Hmm, it's me." The Grand Speaker walked in behind Anthony with his hands behind his back.

The Governor wrapped in the quilt subconsciously took a step back, and the girl hugged the vase even more awkwardly, at a loss. They realized that their words just now must have been heard by the Grand Speaker.

The scene fell into silence until Anthony said: "I am an apostle of the Lord of Radiance, brought by the Grand Speaker to treat you. We can not only treat the living, but also the dead, for example..."

Speaking of this, Anthony held up the Grand Speaker's hand. Although the Grand Speaker had used essence fluid, the effect could not be compared to the Cleansing Technique at all; it was still wrinkled, at most a bit smoother than an elderly person's.

Casting the Cleansing Technique to wipe over it, Anthony held that fresh hand again and said: "The power of the Lord of Radiance does not require the blood of pure young girls. You underestimate us too much. The Grand Speaker is our long-term cooperative client. If you also need similar services, there is a twenty percent discount."

The Governor put down the quilt, knelt in front of the Grand Speaker, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, my lord, I misunderstood you."

The Grand Speaker and Anthony both subconsciously gasped when they saw her face.

The Grand Speaker was heartbroken that his own child had been hurt like this, while Anthony was shocked: "I'm sorry, Grand Speaker, this is not an ordinary trauma. My ability is insufficient to treat it; it requires my Lord to come in person."