"Someone dared to take an oath to Styx?" The ’Old Age Striking King’ blinked, "Even powerful Divine Powers don’t play like that!"

’Perfect Bald’ had a different take: "Do you think he would be more tormented if he slept in Styx compared to relying on luck with the Ishmael Household?"

"Probably. He’s not really concerned about that family’s future," someone said from afar... it was the ’Young Master’ sitting in the corner, lost in thought.

Though splitting zones was something that, as the Clan Leader of Youth Journey of the Wenjian World, he had to attend, no one dared to let him directly participate in formal negotiations.

He’s a bit volatile now... although his temper that could explode at any time could be used to negotiate better defense zones for Wenjian, the executives of Wenjian knew themselves well and wouldn’t cooperate in such matters!

Might as well continue being neighbors with Doomsday; after all, the students don’t get along with each other, but Doomsday is the larger enemy, and no one wishes to lose face in front of the neighbors.

Understanding this deeper now allows them to see through the dark mentality of Snow Old Dog tying them to Doomsday, but as family managers who may not be the best academically but certainly are shrewd, they can only swallow the bitter pill.

Of course, university students are ambitious too, and if each school acted independently, they’d have already stirred up a huge storm in the game... opposing Snow Old Dog aligns more with their instant dominance nature!

However, the chaotic maneuvers of the Academy Star schools made them settle down completely... neither wanting their efforts to be shared with rivals nor hoping for someone to grab their coattails while charging forward.

The key is, they might not only grab coattails but also pants.

No one wishes to be exposed in front of the whole world, especially when everyone knows which school they’re from.

So while ’Young Master’ is useful, in situations requiring calm consideration, everyone places him in the corner... for a long time, this young master still isn’t quite used to this huge body.

Not to the point of tripping while walking or bumping into walls around corners, but he often turns in the wrong direction, even launching Shield Fly that takes out his own people.

Thus, when there are many people around, they still ask him to sit aside.

’Young Master’ doesn’t mind.

He just wants to quickly complete the public tasks of the world of Aesces, then seek comfort in the embrace of the Little Fairy, easing the recent gigantic stress with music.

Although ’Young Master’ has obviously been slacking off these two days, the Undead Tribe still trusts his judgment regarding family legacy.

’Young Master’ spread his pillar-like legs apart, hugging his beloved shield to his chest, speaking idly: "He’s always considered only his own feelings, the family’s future isn’t very important in his eyes.

Typically, there indeed are some wolf-like clan leaders who choose heirs from among their brothers, but, how to put it... whether a child has the aptitude becomes apparent before they become adults.

Those ruthless clan leaders would definitely classify the children into grades.

The ones without abilities would have lost hope early, only needing to keep their allotted money safe.

Most people know early on whether they have a chance.

Otherwise, it’s like a legitimate family, the primogeniture, it doesn’t matter if they’re capable or not... as long as the education follows, at most they can’t expand.

This at least ensures the family doesn’t perish.

Don’t bring up the Royal Family, that’s another matter.

But the Ishmael Household is so chaotic that everyone has hope, everything is evenly distributed; those who take more do so because their own mother is competent enough.

Ha~ Clearly, he never considered the aftermath of his death."

"Maybe he thinks he’ll definitely go to the Divine Kingdom of Aesces, the Ishmael Household always belongs to him anyway?" The ’Old Age Striking King’ giggled.

"He’s not that foolish." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ shook his head, "The Master of Runes is Aesces’s most loyal confidante, but he also cannot easily meddle with worldly affairs.

He simply doesn’t think, just pursues his own happiness.

Now, it’s like he’s found joy in himself."

"Hill must also understand this point, hence not allowing Aesces to remind him, right?" ’Susu’ looked up to the sky, "This issue is something even the World Master cannot resolve.

Knowing this, can he still live well?"

"Most importantly, Aesces still intends to send his family to the Heavenly Realm." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ chuckled twice, "Ishmael can’t even choose to enter the Abyss or Hell.

The Heavenly Realm is Aesces’s Divine Realm; the Lord of Hell entering would be skinned alive!"

"Really, there isn’t much of a way forward~" ’Perfect Bald’ couldn’t help but laugh.

"He wasn’t keen on going to the Divine Kingdom of Aesces initially anyway, surely he’ll work hard to extend his life." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ waved his hand, "A bit muddled while alive, then greet slumber smoothly."

Aesces isn’t dumb enough to miss the hidden message in the Undead Tribe’s words... unlike Hill’s slightly subtle indication, they are almost explicit.

For Ishmael, who Aesces does not completely understand, he soon disappears.

Though Aesces remains somewhat fond of him, he’s not willing to let him meet Asmodeus, or follow Rose.

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After giving his opinion, Hill no longer concerned himself with Aesces’s struggle; he’s now more focused on another matter.

’Battlefield Lightening’ values Ditte as a friend, so both the battlefield and the Night Slumber Clan arrived at Basia City in the fastest time possible, quickly stabilizing the chaotic situation caused by the lack of manpower on Ditte’s side.

The Moon Clan squad that rushed out from Basia City, facing such powerful Knight Corps, wisely chose another direction.

Therefore, although the casualties weren’t small, the majority of the civilians in Basia City safely reached the base left by Hill.

Once their own people were secure, the Stelter Family faced another dilemma: whether to step in and rescue the stubbornly resisting Danboro Royal Army.

After all, in past years, whether they were corrupt inside or posed a threat to the Stelter Family, most of the time, this army was a strong supporter of the Stelter Family.

Especially during those years when the Countess supported the family on her own.

The Count and Countess were baffled; this was clearly a battle between the Undead Tribe and the Moon Clan, why was the Royal Army still steadfastly holding the camp at the port?

But whether they understood it or not, the Earl had to make a decision soon... any later, and that camp might collapse.

Although the Moon Clan did not see them as an opponent, inevitably, they’d cast a few spells along the way, kicking forcefully, as was certain to happen.

The Undead Tribe didn’t like them much either.

Without them, they could have cast spells recklessly, but their presence restrained them.

Eden had been urging them to leave early, yet for some unknown reason, these people were unwilling to depart.

The former Earl hesitated, but the former Countess resolutely rode toward the camp.

Unable to let his wife venture alone, the Earl also had to lead his team behind her.

Standing on the steep cliff, the overwhelmed Ditte quickly received a notification from the Undead Tribe.

"Ditte?" ’Battlefield Lightening’ patted his solemn-faced friend, "What’s wrong? Worried about your parents?

Do you want me to..."

"Thank you for your concern, my friend." Ditte regained his composure, warmly smiled at ’Battlefield Lightening’, then the smile quickly turned into a bitter one, "Can you guess why, even knowing you are here and will definitely help me, my mother insists on entering the battlefield herself?"

’Battlefield Lightening’ confusedly scratched his head: "Doesn’t want to become our Undead Tribe’s vassal?"

Ditte smiled helplessly: "Forget it, I shouldn’t have asked like this."

Lind can see it, he surely understands it even better.

But he really doesn’t want to compromise.

"Earl." A male knight rushed up, "Ted is outside, should we let him in?"

The maze hub on the cliff, handed over to Ditte by the departing Undead Tribe, only his confidants could let others in freely.

"Let him in." Ditte glanced at the knight, couldn’t help but smile, "Doni, Ted must be very happy to see you following the rules so well."

This is Ted’s eldest son.

"Follow who leads." Doni replied straightforwardly, "That’s what he taught."

Then he looked at the Earl he followed: "Are we leaving?"

"Yes, leave this to Ted!" Ditte hastily smiled, "We’re heading to Cain Valley!"

"Haven’t seen Young Master Lind for a long time." Doni chuckled, "I quite miss him, well... does this include the families?"

"Let the families choose for themselves." Ditte thought for a moment before speaking, "Make it clear to them, my father will probably lead other family members to the Capital.

That place is indeed safer.

Unless the Undead Tribe retreats entirely, Scaret won’t reach Danboro Capital.

Those willing to leave, don’t force them to stay."

"Understood." Doni glanced at ’Battlefield Lightening’, opened his mouth, but said nothing and turned away.

"Any trouble?" ’Battlefield Lightening’ asked, not fond of thinking much, but even such an obvious attitude wasn’t lost on him.

"Nothing, Doni just thinks too much." Ditte pursed his lips, "Ignore him."

’Battlefield Lightening’ turned to look at the silent Night Slumber Clan Leader... That guy was tilting his head, watching the Basia Citizens crying on the lawn.

He nodded: "As long as you know what you’re doing... Hmm? What’s that sound?"

In the roars of the wind, a cyan light suddenly rose from Basia Port.

Then a female figure emerged in the whirlwind.