MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King)-Chapter 268 Imperial Embassy
Frallo, who is on the Throne of Withering, can't remember when he regained consciousness - just like people often can't remember when the dream started.
But when she realized she existed, the first thing she felt was the smell in the air.
After she was transformed from a living to a lich, she felt that her five senses had become dull year by year, and the ones that degenerated the fastest were smell and taste. It is said that these two senses have the most significant awakening effect on memory, so after becoming undead, their degree of blunting is the most obvious.
The smell in the air today is so strong that Flaro, who is a lich, can't help but feel uncomfortable.
It was like a fruit that had been fermented for a long time, filled with a sweet and rotten smell. This smell has also become the earliest memory she can recall.
At this time, the man standing under the steps of the throne spoke.
"Sir Duke, the messenger of the Eighth Religion said that if you are concerned about the punishment measures for those rebels, she can help you execute it."
Under the steps of the throne, a man with the head of a festering wolf on his neck was standing.
What does perform?
After listening to the other party use the decayed vocal cords to say the above words with great difficulty, Flaro couldn't help thinking.
Then, she got the answer right away.
The scattered memory fragments of her own body merged into her soul, and in a flash, she seemed to relive another life of her own.
It was a life that was roughly similar to the trajectory of his life at first glance, but was vastly different in almost every detail.
After digested all the memories, she almost entered the role she was in at this moment without any hindrance.
blinked, Flaro said to Secretary Garey Wolfyan on this timeline:
"Just tell her, I understand the good intentions, but again, this is also an internal problem of the forest elves, and you don't need to bother the executioner of the Holy Spirit Church to be responsible..."
Flallo stopped mid-sentence—she felt like her voice was a leaking organ.
She was not sure if the other party could understand her words.
But it turns out that this kind of thinking is completely overthinking. Seeing that he did not continue to speak, the secretary looked at Flaro who had stopped and asked suspiciously: "Lord Duke, tell the original words like this to that person. Are the messengers of the Eighth Order listening?"
In this regard, Flaro took a deep breath and continued to say in a leaky voice: "After I personally interrogate them, I will order the execution."
"Yes, your will."
After the secretary finished speaking, he saluted and stepped back. After a few steps back, he slowly turned and left, leaving her alone in the vast hall of the Bone White House.
Flaro, who was sitting on the Throne of Withering, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Previously, she was a little worried, after crossing to another timeline, whether she would be exposed because her memory was not correct, or whether she would not be able to exert her own power because of the incompatibility between the power systems.
However…
With the movement of Flallo's thoughts, the magic array engraved in the entire Bone White House hall was activated like an arm.
Whether it is memory or ability, they all closely correspond to his own will. Rather, the memories on his original timeline have become things that require a lot of effort to recall.
is like trying to recall the waking world while half asleep.
Or after waking up, trying to recall the experience in the dream.
Sitting on the throne for a while, Flaro began to think about what he should do next.
She seemed to vaguely remember that she had an important mission here.
But those memories are like piled up sand castles, being hit by waves one after another beyond recognition, leaving only vague outlines.
Finally, she finally stood up from the throne.
Since she can't remember...then she still has to go to the green prison first to interrogate the prisoners.
Although he needs to use the power of the empire to reshape the backward tradition of Ravenwood, this does not mean that the power of the forest elves to be taken away from life and death is handed over to the hands of the empire.
After all, she is the true ruler of Ravenwood.
instead of the guys from the Imperial embassy.
…
After a brief shock, William quickly calmed down.
That bloated, rotten, huge figure like a mountain did not pose any threat to him. Even though this timeline has been influenced by the rotten lady Camilla for thousands of years, in any case, it is still within the scope of this world.
Therefore, it can only be said that Camilla has made a container for herself that is strong enough to accommodate her own strength—a much stronger container than the incarnation of the void more than a thousand years ago.
But it's just a container. If Camilla wants to come to this side, he has to make some bigger movements to break the shell of the world. So, until Lady Hungry and Rot begins her final ritual, he's fairly safe.
After confirming this, William immediately galloped towards the center of the Holy Tree City.
According to Elis, he was pulled by other timeline jumpers based on the speciality of the Eighth Holy Spirit. If what the owner of the Eye of God says is true, then Flaro is his anchor at this end of the timeline. If something happened to her here, she would be instantly repelled back.
In addition, finding the rotten lady here requires a local guide, so reuniting with Flaro became his primary goal.
And the mark he made on Flaro... just didn't work as expected.
Therefore, William had to stop and ask the "aboriginal people" here, and asked where their Duke had gone.
Because he was in a hurry, he didn't have much patience, so the way of inquiring was relatively simple and rude.
Obviously, the probability of catching a random person on the road and being able to directly answer where the ruler of Ravenwood is at the moment is infinitely close to zero.
But that person will surely know someone who is more likely to know the answer to the question than himself.
Then he kept asking questions like this, and it didn't take long for him to find someone who really knew the answer.
is very simple, but not very efficient method... So when William asked along the thread all the way to the sixth person, he finally got a familiar name.
"Is that the messenger of the Eighth Order, Nezemar, that you mentioned earlier?"
Pointing to the stone building covered with moss not far away, William turned his head and asked the withered old man in traditional forest druid costume.
"Yes...Sir, this is the Imperial Embassy in Emerald Province...I saw her walk in with my own eyes not long ago...She is definitely the person most likely to know where Duke Flaro is now."
The old man answered tremblingly.
William did not make a sound, but continued to stare at the old man.
It's not that he thinks that he is not good at speaking - it can't be blamed on him. Anyone who is pressed to the ground by a four-meter-tall obsidian puppet like a large rag doll will not be able to speak very well.
William was just thinking about two things at the same time.
First, if you start killing on this side, you will kill all the "forest elves" in this timeline. Could that stagger the synchronization rate between the two timelines to thwart the corrupt lady's plan.
Second, since he can use summoning magic here, does that mean that those elemental planes where summoned creatures live are connected to all timelines at the same time?
The old man saw this malefic star who suddenly appeared and looked at him thoughtfully, he couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine, he asked tentatively:
"My lord, is there anything else you want to know?"
"It's nothing, take a good rest."
The other party's question pulled William from thinking back to reality. He waved his hand to let the obsidian puppet release his hand while talking, and then chanted the [pacify the undead] spell, intending to make the other party fall asleep.
The residents on this side are all undead who think they are living, and ordinary illusions have no effect on them.
And looking at the spell on William's hand, the forest druid who had no concept of modern magic instantly paled. Thinking that the other party was going to kill him, he immediately said:
"My lord, my lord! Please listen to me. If you want to forcibly break into the embassy of the empire and ask someone to ask questions directly like you did before, I still recommend against doing this."
The other party's words made William abruptly stop his almost finished spell.
"why?"
asked William.
"Because... the imperial embassy is the territory of the empire and a forbidden place for all forest elves."
The old man couldn't hide his fear and said.
"Forbidden land?"
William repeated.
"All the forest elves who were brought to the embassy, never came back alone..."
The other party replied.
Hearing the other party's words, William suddenly thought of a very crucial question.
The location of time shattering should only be within the range of Ravenwood Forest, and those who experience time shattering should be only the forest elves living here.
So, for the residents of Ravenwood, what is the essence of the "Rael Empire" in their eyes?
