Chapter 522 - 255: War of Faith! Gray Robe Plague!

Half a day later

Adira looked at the barely recognizable Gares, tortured into an inhuman shape, and remarked with feigned empathy, "Tsk, you’ve turned the former Lord into this state. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?"

"Conscience? What’s that? My conscience was cut out by him long ago." The butler replied with a smile, then casually sliced a piece of fat from Gares, frying it on the stone slab, releasing a sizzling aroma of oil.

He then fed a piece of the already cooked fat into Gares’ mouth of shattered teeth, using a green jade pendant to sustain his life amidst Gares’ terrified gaze.

The emerald light healed him, but the lost body parts would never regenerate, just permanently lost, becoming even more bizarre.

"You’ve tortured him for so long, don’t you plan to ask where his belongings are? What if he collapses mentally and can’t answer your questions?" Adira asked curiously.

"Ah, it’s fine. Actually, I knew where his treasury was from the start. I just wanted him to experience the feeling of being on the chopping block." The butler said with a bright smile.

"Mm! Mm! Mm!..."

Gares widened his eyes, making unintelligible squeaks but unable to speak because his tongue had been thoroughly cut. He once thought he had a chance, but now it seemed like he was continuously falling into the Abyss.

"What if there’s something left, something even you don’t know, but he does, and it displeases the Tyrant, then what will you do?" Adira continued to ask.

"That won’t happen. I have great respect for Gares. He’s the wisest Lord I’ve ever seen, although his character is quite vile and he trusts no one. I’ve done my best to record his daily schedule and contacts. With day and night analysis, it’s easy to draw specific conclusions."

The butler slowly walked to the bookshelf, taking out a diary. He gently caressed the cover, whispering softly, "My dear Jiasu, though you’ve died, you can still accompany me in this form... I really should thank Gares well."

Jiasu, that was the butler’s wife, and the diary cover was evidently made from some creature’s skin, preserved in a special way to make the diary cover.

Modus and Hikari had long left, unable to watch such torture. Only Adira stood aside, smiling.

Suddenly, Adira spoke, "Do you also fear the Tyrant?"

Immediately after, his expression turned pained, as if thousands of insects were gnawing at his heart, with beads of sweat as large as peas dripping from his forehead onto the ground, yet Adira still kept smiling as if used to this pain.

He smiled like a young captain sailing his ship to a new continent, as if witnessing some special future.

Earlier, were you afraid?

Did fear turn into hostility...right?

In the shadows unbeknownst to others, Adira often observed in secret, watching Ye Mingqiu during battles and daily life, trying to discover hidden aspects of this Tyrant.

Based on historical intelligence, coupled with recent experiences and battle situations, Adira came to an interesting conclusion: the Blood Erosion Tyrant seemed incredibly sensitive to hostility, whether in battle or in normal times, with Effect being excellent.

So, even when the entire world dreaded the Blood Erosion Tyrant, few nobles dared to resent him; instead, they directly described him as... a natural disaster.

Adira was a madman. He had released tentative hostility towards the Blood Erosion Tyrant, and when the Tyrant turned back with merciless black eyes, he realized his speculation was true.

Thus, to achieve true freedom, he suddenly spoke at the Young Lord’s most relaxed moment.

....

"Hostility?"

Ye Mingqiu slowly raised his eyes, instantly locking onto the direction of the source of hostility. That territory was far from his location, unreachable in a short time, but he remembered the taste of that hostility.

Once the time comes, just handle the owner of that hostility easily, though the origin is unknown, but the sharp feeling from earlier seemed to be a suddenly exposed hostility from being startled, akin to... an exposed weakness.

This kind of hostility is a must-kill.

Meanwhile, within the grand palace beneath the boundless starry sky, a silver-haired youth smashed the table in anger, muttering, "Good, good, very good indeed! Adira, I didn’t expect you to dare plot against me, seems the lesson from ten years ago wasn’t enough for you to remember thoroughly!"

"Is that so? I’ve engraved your name and territory map inside my cloak. If I die here, they’ll surely find you." Adira’s voice echoed within the world.

"Do you think they will avenge you?"

"Not at all."

Adira, with a smile, said, "However, the Blood Erosion Tyrant will likely feel displeased due to the loss of a guide and might casually destroy your territory and kill you, achieving a similar Effect."

"...."

The silver-haired youth fell silent.

"I know what you’re thinking, to forcibly control me through the Power of the Command Spell and erase the stuff on the cloak. That’s what you’re thinking, right? But it won’t work, I have even more intriguing backup plans." Adira’s smile grew wider, with a mad joy in his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Freedom."

.....

"Why not resist?"

"Once, there was a door here, separating the inner city from the outside world, preventing you from entering. But now, this door is smashed open. You can go in, so why not take a look at the world inside?"