Chapter 145: The Plan to Blaspheme the True Spirit and the Banquet The room fell silent, and all the snake people dared not speak anymore. It took Costadin a while to suppress the anger in his heart. "Costadin! Come here!" Just when everyone fell silent, a cold voice sounded in the room. Everyone was startled by the voice, and then showed expressions of panic and fear. In the center of the room, the originally calm giant snake statue began to tremble, and black light appeared in the stone snake pupils. "Father God!" Costadin knelt down first, and the other snakemen around him also knelt on the ground in fear. "Come to the Blood Abyss." The giant snake statue flashed with light and made another voice. "Yes!" Costadin answered immediately. He knelt on the ground and waited until the light on the giant snake statue disappeared before standing up. "You continue to investigate the matter of Losa and Ales!" Costadin gave an order and left the room. Follow the ruins of the royal city all the way inward until you come to the abandoned statue of the Lord of Blood.
The statue of Lillian has been damaged, with only half of her body remaining. Costadin pressed on the base of the statue, and with a buzzing sound, the statue gradually moved away, revealing a bottomless hole. …… A vast pool of blood was buried deep underground, and Costadin walked along the pool towards its deepest part. He was born here when he was still a blood elf. Blood elves are generally born through the blood pool, and there are very few blood elves born naturally. Ever since the Blasphemous Spirit occupied the blood pool, no blood elves have been born here. After about ten minutes, Costadin came to the end of the blood pool. The blood below was glowing bright red. A ferocious big snake was coiled in the center of the blood pool. Sensing someone coming, it poked its head out of the blood. The ferocious snake head looked down at Costadin. "Father God." Costadin knelt down respectfully. "Sheila betrayed!" The Blasphemous Spirit did not waste time talking to Costadin and directly told him the information he had obtained. The blasphemous law source in Sheila was devoured by the Lord of Blood, which was, in a sense, Sheila's betrayal. Costadin was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe what he heard. All the snakemen were corrupted and controlled by the Blasphemous Spirit. Although Shira still maintained the appearance of a blood elf, Shira was the one who was most seriously controlled. Now Sheila actually betrayed? How is this possible? "The Lord of Blood helped Shira break free from my control." The Blasphemous Spirit continued. Costadin's pupils shrank suddenly because of the words "Lord of Blood Source". The blood elves have been staying in this broken old dream for a long time, but the Blood Lord has never appeared, and many blood elves thought that the Blood Lord was dead. But now the Lord of Blood is back? It was he who split the blood elves and led many of them into the arms of the Blasphemous Spirit. It was because of his betrayal that the blood elves were driven out of the royal city. Otherwise, with the red wolf that had merged with the core of dreams, the Blasphemous Spirit might not be a match for the blood elves. "Father God, is the Lord of Blood still alive?" Costadin's expression turned a little ugly. He knew how powerful the Lord of Blood Origin was. A god with divine domain was not comparable to the big snake of Blasphemy True Spirit. He rebelled because he thought the Lord of Blood Origin was dead. If the Lord of Blood Origin came back, what would be his fate...
"Of course she's still alive, in that fortress." The Blasphemous True Spirit said in a hoarse voice. While speaking, the hideous head stared at Costadin, "Are you afraid? Or are you regretting it?" The Blasphemous Spirit saw through Costatin's thoughts at a glance. No god would forgive a traitor. Once the Lord of Blood returned to the old dream, only death would await Costatin. The dark abyss of the blood pool became silent, with only the sound of the boiling blood in the pool. This lasted for a long time before Costadin took a deep breath and said, "Father God, what you told me should not just be talk." "Of course not." The Blasphemous True Spirit nodded, "I have fought against the Lord of Blood Origin. The Lord of Blood Origin is now too weak to be my opponent. What you have to do now is to completely kill the Lord of Blood Origin, as well as those blood elves and the king chosen by the Lord of Blood Origin!" "King?" Costadin was stunned. "That's right. The God of Law can only choose one king. If you kill the chosen king, the God will suffer backlash!" said the Blasphemous Spirit grimly. "What should I do?" Costadin gritted his teeth. He could only follow the Blasphemous Spirit into the darkness. "Let's raise the beast tide again." Blasphemous True Spirit said calmly, "This time, we will completely occupy the fortress!" …… Lear was unaware of the plan to blaspheme the true spirit. At Stuart House, Lear is preparing for the next banquet. All the knights who had been conferred the lordship had returned to the Faro Fortress. Albert had also invited many important figures in the fortress to formally introduce himself as the heir to Stuart. "Master, it's done." Ino said with a smile on his face behind him. Lear stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He was very confident about his appearance, but clothes make the man, and after a simple grooming, his temperament was improved to a higher level. "Let's go." Lear smiled. The two left the dressing room and walked towards the banquet hall. Many people have come to the banquet hall, and Lear feels a lot of powerful auras. These lord knights are not simple. Although they are high-level professionals, it is obvious that most of them are close to being extraordinary. But extraordinary and high-level are two completely different levels, and it is not so easy to cross. The fact that Albert is the only extraordinary-level professional in the entire Stuart territory is enough to illustrate the problem. With Lear's arrival, the eyes in the hall shifted to him. There was curiosity, admiration, and of course jealousy and resentment... Lear glanced at Yassen in the corner, but then looked away. He came to Albert, smiling from beginning to end. "Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you, Lear Stuart, my son and the future Duke of Stuart!" Albert said loudly to everyone in the banquet hall. Following Albert's voice, there was a burst of warm applause in the hall, which made Lear feel a little uncomfortable, but on the surface he still maintained an elegant smile. "Lier has studied in the Arcane Academy of the Royal City for a long time. He is now a mid-level mage. He has also won the favor of the Law of War and has become a dual-law professional." Albert continued to introduce. Most people here have heard of Lier, the heir, but the news of the dual-law professional was only heard when they first came to the Farrow Fortress. It was a rumor in the fortress. Under the gazes of the crowd, Lear displayed his strength as Albert instructed. An icy chill rippled around Lear. This was the power of the arcane. At the same time, the strong rhythm of the law of war was being released. The faces of the lords and knights around him changed when they sensed the aura of the law of war coming from Lear. They are all believers in the law of war and don't know much about the law of arcane, but the aura of the law of war released by Lear is enough to make them take it seriously.
"Finn, did you go to see Master Lear's knight selection? What did you think?" A burly middle-aged man in the crowd looked at Lear in the center and asked in a deep voice. "Very strong." Finn scratched his head. He was convinced of Lear's strength. As the commander of one of the four major knightly orders, Finn thought he was no match for Arsene. However, Arsene was defeated by Lear with ease, and Lear didn't even use magic at that time. If Lear had used spells like the one used during the knight selection, Arsene would probably have been defeated even faster. The middle-aged man thought for a moment and then said, "I remember that you and Yasen have a good relationship, right?" "Yes, father, what's wrong?" Finn asked confused. "Don't get too close to Yasen anymore." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice. "Why?" Finn was stunned, not knowing what his father meant. "You don't need to know the reason, just do it." The middle-aged man shook his head. These lords and knights had all heard about what Yasen had done in the Faro Fortress. Albert didn't care, so they didn't say anything, but now Lear is back. "Come with me to say hello to Lord Albert." The middle-aged man said again, and led Finn towards Albert and Lear. "My Lord." The middle-aged man walked up to Lear and Albert and saluted respectfully. "Daud, I've said it many times, just call me Albert. We are all knights who survived the war together. There's no need to be so formal." Albert smiled. He introduced him to Lear, who was standing beside him: "Lear, this is Knight Dawood, who was once my most capable subordinate. He saved me several times on the battlefield." "Knight Dawood." Lear greeted with a smile. Daoud raised his head and looked at Lear with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Such a brilliant heir was really enviable. This attitude of being calm and unperturbed by fame or disgrace is totally incomparable to that of someone like Arsen. He smiled, and then said apologetically: "Master Lear, just call me Daud. I hope Master Lear doesn't mind that Finn offended you before." Daoud said, motioning Finn behind him to come forward. Finn was stunned for a moment, but soon understood what his father was talking about. When Lear first came to the fort, there was an explosion and he almost caught Lear. Thinking of this, Finn gave an ugly smile and apologized to Lir. Albert, who was standing by, looked at this scene in a strange way. He had no idea that there was a conflict between Lear and Finn. "Is there anything going on between you?" Albert asked. "Nothing, just a small thing." Lear shrugged and told about the explosion. After listening to Lear's description, Albert frowned immediately. With his experience, he could tell at a glance that this was a planned assassination. He immediately remembered what Lear had said before, that he had also been assassinated before coming to Fort Faro, and Albert's eyes turned cold. The only person he could think of was Arsen. He could tolerate some of Arsen's little actions but there was a limit. When Lear said that Arsene sent someone to assassinate him, he wanted to attack Arsene, but was stopped by Lear. Albert looked up at Lear and saw that Lear looked nonchalant. He was a little confused about what Lear was thinking.
Lear tasted the wine at the banquet carelessly. If Daoud hadn't mentioned this matter, he would have almost forgotten it. Now that Sheila is under his control, he knows everything that Yasen has done. Yasen is now of no value and can indeed be eliminated. Just as Lear was looking at Arsen not far away inconspicuously, Arsen and a man walked towards him. "Master Lear, I am Frodo Goras." The man said with a smile, "I am Arsen's uncle." Li Er raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and looked at Uncle Yasen in front of him and smiled, "Nice to meet you, Knight Frodo." "Master Lear, and Lord Albert, I also want to apologize to you for Arsene's previous offense." Frodo said seriously, with a hint of apology in his tone. He looked at Yasen who was not far away. "Yasen has regarded you, Lord Albert, as his idol since he was young. Therefore, he regards you as his father in his heart. I beg Lord Albert to forgive Yasen's rudeness." Frodo said this, his tone very sincere, but Lear narrowed his eyes. Arsen's uncle in front of him only said that Arsen regarded Albert as his father, but avoided the fact that Arsen spread the word that he would become the next Duke of Stuart. For an outsider to covet a noble title is a capital crime in any noble territory. Although Albert did not punish Arsene because of his father, it was still wrong. Frodo only said that Arsene regarded Albert as his father. If Albert accepted Frodo's apology, in a sense, with a little guidance, it could mean that he accepted that Arsene regarded him as his father. This Frodo seemed to be apologizing, but he was actually setting a trap for Albert. Lear turned his head and looked at Albert. Given Albert's sentimental nature, he would probably accept the apology directly. In this way, Arsene was recognized by Albert as his adopted son. Is an adopted son also considered a son? Lear chuckled in his heart. This Frodo was Arsene's uncle. It seemed that the two had a good relationship, and he seemed to be interested in Stuart's title. I wonder if this Frodo was involved in spreading rumors in the fortress before? Albert listened to Frodo's words. He still had deep feelings for his former subordinate. Just when he was about to accept Frodo's apology, Lear spoke up. "You're right, it's really rude." (End of this chapter)