When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 974 - 333 Wanting to Save People, More Than Killing
Chapter 974 -333 Wanting to Save People, More Than Killing
Albert was shocked: “Has the Red Chancellor finally rebelled?”
Strangely, he wasn’t surprised by this…
Instead, he felt a sense of “As expected” and “He finally did it.”
After all, Albert’s patron was Count Leipzig, and he had indirectly had dealings with the Red Chancellor—of course, he did not dare to meet him directly.
He was not good at speaking, and the Red Chancellor was notoriously irritable, eccentric, and capricious. If he accidentally offended the Red Chancellor, he might become a Blood Slave in the Red Fortress.
Others would care about his talents—after all, Albert was not only the second youngest Fourth Level Transcendent from Star Antimony, but also a talented inventor, an excellent Calamity Stitcher. He was very likely to become the vice-chancellor of the Spirit Summoning Tower, succeeding the next Black Chancellor.
…But the Red Chancellor would not fear him.
Albert even heard that a member of the Royal Family had once angered him and was drained on the spot.
This was a secret, and later the royal family member had a funeral under the pretext of “dying from illness.” But even so, no one dared to question him… This was a story personally told to him by Count Leipzig.
The “Red Chancellor” that Count Leipzig talked about was a whimsical, arrogant, and self-centered person.
He cared about nothing but his own pleasures and even looked down on his own children.
He was like a tyrannical old man with high status in the family, who felt compelled to comment on anything he disliked—and the problem was, he seemed to dislike everything, always speaking arrogantly about “when Star Antimony was founded.”
For this reason, Albert did not dare to meet the Red Chancellor.
And now… that old man finally disliked the King and decided to replace him?
“The former King, Alfonso Valentine, referred to as ‘Valentine VII’, for committing murder, leaking secrets, treason, dealing in artifacts, and other seven crimes, was judged by the First Red Chancellor, Pomponazzi, to be stripped of his throne, not to enter the Royal Tomb, and to be deprived of the surname ‘Valentine’. All related people involved have been arrested…”
Aurora recited the news report.
Treason? Artifacts? What are those?
Albert frowned tightly, his head curiously rolling in his junior sister’s embrace: “What about the new king?”
Why is the title in the news still “Red Chancellor”?
“It’s Prince Lucien.”
“Him?”
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Albert’s head was full of distrust: “He can’t even memorize the type thirteen compound equation, at most he could concoct a petrification potion… With that level of skill, he can inherit the Valentine position?”
If he can, then I can too! Everyone can!
Albert said to himself quietly.
“The Red Chancellor supports.”
Aurora simply stated.
“…Tsk.”
Albert clicked his tongue, quite displeased.
If only someone could bring misfortune to the Red Chancellor, he thought.
Although he was ostensibly part of Count Leipzig’s faction, he was also part of the Red Chancellor’s lineage. This round, he was actually in no danger; he even felt a bit gleeful…
But Albert was still somewhat unhappy—mainly because he felt that the new king was neither smart enough nor strong enough.
At least Valentine VII was a Fifth Power Level Balancer!
Albert was not yet at the Fifth Power Level, so he was convinced.
He shook his head and neck, and Aurora, worried he might jump down, held him tightly in her arms.
“What do the people say?”
Albert was a little worried: “Could there be a civil war?”
“The common folks don’t seem to care who the new king is. They care more about the prices and bread.”
Aurora replied.
…Indeed.
Albert nodded his head.
The common people would probably just be curious about how the First Red Chancellor, who hadn’t shown himself for many years, suddenly appeared again.
“Is it going smoothly?”
“Quite smoothly…”
The two chatted, and soon returned to Albert’s laboratory.
His chaotic laboratory was scattered with white print papers everywhere, with organs in jars pressing them down, and the room buzzed with the sound of a working vacuum machine.
—In the middle of a large ritual stage in the laboratory, a real monster was constrained.
Two halos, one above and one below, bound it, keeping it floating in mid-air.
It was a huge flesh ball—with densely packed arms stretching out like seaweed swaying in the wind.
Among those arms, some were thick, some were slender; some belonged to men, others to women… It looked as if numerous people’s arms had been chopped off and stuck on this flesh ball.
It seemed to sense Albert’s presence and immediately became excited from its still state, the originally naturally curled arms suddenly spreading out—like a flower blooming in an instant.
Aurora blinked: “That one?”
“Mhm, my latest masterpiece!”
Albert walked over, happily shaking hands with it: “I’ve named it Thousand-Handed God. This is number 117, so it’s Thousand-Handed God-117.”
“What is it for?”
“It can be used for growing arms. It doesn’t possess any Dusk Power, so it’s not very powerful, but it can be used for transplants.”
Albert said, and while shaking hands, his right hand suddenly exerted force and tore off an arm.
Holding the warm, white arm, he handed it over to Aurora like a treasure.
But Aurora still held his head. She just freed one hand to gently touch the skin of the arm, felt its elasticity and warmth, and then withdrew her hand.
