Chapter 827: Enlightenment and the Role of the Medium
Chapter 827: Enlightenment and the Role of the Medium
"Your Highness! The situation can no longer be delayed!"
Looking at the dumbfounded Princess Catelyn in front of him, the head of the Shaman Society, who was loyal to the lineage of the Great Witch King, could not help but pace vigorously, and then urged anxiously:
"That damned Prince Lionheart is here to annex our Myphala! If we let him continue like this, we'll be finished! We must act immediately and arrest him and the Yarn Ball Society! We can even... kill them!"
"..."
Kill him? If you kill him, then I will be the one who dies in the end, right?
Faced with the repeated urging of the president of the Shaman Association, "Princess Catelyn", who was shocked by the sudden change, couldn't help but twitch her mouth. She felt as if she was now sandwiched between two muscular men, feeling like she was being held on both sides by men.
If we don't catch the God of Food, with the speed and level of his actions, it will probably take less than two days for the entire Kingdom of Miko to be dragged into the "Bedtime Story" by him, and the plan to eliminate the God of Food will be completely thwarted.
But the story cannot be changed drastically. If I want to catch him, it will be tantamount to destroying the story. At that time, the person who needs to fight against the constraints of [Bedtime Story] will become myself instead of the God of Food.
What's even more terrible is that if you solve the bedtime story in order to stop the God of Food...
Thinking of the descendants of the earth in the underground of the Northern Kingdom, who were crushed into mud by the mountains, died and lived again, and were finally tortured to surrender as a whole clan, the Thrush couldn't help but shudder violently.
That damned old man was now in the library a few blocks away, less than a kilometer away from him! So as soon as Wu Youzhishu stopped telling his [Bedtime Story], he wouldn't even have 30 seconds to run over and eat him alive!
Is this not enough?
"Your Highness?"
After waiting for a long time without any response, the president of the Shaman Association could not help but said anxiously:
"Your Highness! Say something, Your Highness!"
"..."
It’s not that I don’t want to say it, but I really don’t know what to say, just like I don’t know how to escape the clutches of the God of Food… Why does it seem like this is going to end again?
Looking at Princess Caitlin whose face turned pale, then red, then blue, and finally blue to the point of turning black, the president of the Shaman Association gritted his teeth and said:
"Your Highness! If you just say the word, I will immediately gather the people of the Shaman Society and dispatch troops to capture him!"
Catch him? You can’t! I don’t have the ability to do that, you know!
Seeing that the leader of the Shaman Society still couldn't recognize the "situation" at this moment and was only thinking about dealing with the God of Food, Thrush couldn't help but reveal a trace of pity in his eyes, and there was a hint of enlightenment in his eyes when he looked at him.
What great goal of the King-Slaying Society, what high-ranking vice-president, what a bright future of being able to "enjoy" the world after expelling the Cleansing Bureau... the prerequisite is to stay alive first!
The God of Cookery is barely eighteen years old this year, and he has been in the Cleanup Bureau for less than a year, yet he can already kill three Pillar God-level Descendants of the Earth. By the time he is in his thirties or forties, he will have ascended to heaven, right?
Judging from the experience of three generations of directors of the Cleansing Bureau, this guy can probably live to be a full 150 years old, and can cause trouble for at least another 120 years. Over such a long period of time, ten King Killing Societies will not be enough to cause trouble for him!
So what is the Nothingness, what is the Heavenly Cicada of All Things, what is the Crimson Overlord, what is the Asur's Sleep... rubbish! All rubbish! Are those useless rubbish truths of yours worthy of being compared with my [Avoid Disaster]?
I have finally figured it out. In the next 120 to 30 years, what will matter is not who has a stronger grasp of the truth, but who can survive the hunt of the God of Cookery!
……
"Okay, forget about him!"
Under the bewildered gaze of the Shaman Society's president, "Princess Catelyn" didn't know what she had figured out. Her whole temperament suddenly softened, and she even revealed a sense of "enlightenment" like a monk.
"Let that...Prince Lionheart do whatever he wants. It's okay."
"..."
No... you're still fine after all this? Are you freaking crazy?
"Your Highness!"
"Okay, let's get down!"
After waving her hand to signal the shaman association's leader to leave, Princess Catelyn reached out and touched her earrings, which were shaking wildly, and said calmly:
"I'll go back and ask my mother for instructions. You can go and take care of other important things first." "The most important thing now is... Your Highness! Your Highness!"
Seeing "Princess Catelyn" abandoning him and walking back to the inner court without looking back, the almost madly angry president of the Shaman Association stomped his feet and turned around to run to the outer court.
It seems that the High Witch King and Princess Catelyn can no longer be counted on. Now only I can stop the ambition of the Lionhearted Prince! Even if I will be held accountable later, or even a war breaks out, I will protect this... Hmm?
"Why are you here?"
After striding into the outer courtyard, the president of the Shaman Association couldn't help but frown as he looked at the two shamans trotting towards him.
"Didn't I tell you to stay in the community and be ready to take over the city guards at any time? Why are you here?"
"President!"
Upon hearing this, the two shamans reported anxiously:
"Something happened! After Prince Lionheart came out of the Silver Philosophers Society, he brought the mediums from the Medium Society and blocked the door of our Shaman Society!"
"What! He dares?"
The president of the Shaman Association was shocked when he heard this, and then he gritted his teeth and asked:
"How did you deal with it? Did you lead people to drive them away? Or did you just fight them off?"
"This one……"
After hearing their boss's question, the two shamans looked at each other and then answered hesitantly:
"We told everyone not to go out, and then we ran out of the tunnel to find you to report the news..."
"waste!"
The president of the shaman association became furious when he heard this.
"Didn't I tell you before? When I come to ask for the warrant, if that damned Prince Lionheart dares to come, you won't accept any bets and just chase him away?"
"Boss, it's not that we don't want to hurry up, it's just that we really can't hurry up..."
The older of the two shamans couldn't help but explain with a bitter look on his face:
"After the psychics from the psychic agency voted for him, they rushed to the cemetery outside the city overnight and used secret techniques to invite the souls of everyone's deceased elders back from the dead world. I had just led people out through the main gate, and before I could say anything, I was scolded by my father and sent back."
"ah?!!!"
"Boss, not only my father, but your father has also been invited, as well as your grandmother, your eldest aunt, your second aunt...
"What did you say?!!!"
"I mean... President, your elders are the most invited back."
Recalling the scene of ghosts floating around outside the door, the older shaman couldn't help but say with a stern face:
"And they probably didn't know you weren't in there, so they wanted to force you out of the society, and they were constantly exposing your past at the entrance of our society. When we ran out, they had already mentioned that you wet the bed when you were fifteen."
(#Д)? !!!
(End of this chapter)