For Thousands Of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become A Demon King
/ For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King Chapter 34
Chapter 34 Scorched Sage
Dim light, murky air, and a quiet environment where you can only hear your own footsteps.
Whenever he comes to the mine, Vincent always thinks of things from a long time ago.
"Look at them, Vincent, take a good look at them.
At that time, Simon Wald, who had not yet become the Duke of Thorns, stood on a high place and pointed to the miners working below and said to him, who was still an expert mage.
"Working in the dark mines for more than ten hours a day, with almost no safety measures. What can such hard work bring them in exchange for them? Just subsistence wages, or a whole body of pain?"
Simon's eyes seemed to have flames.
"Because of breathing the air in the mine, most of the miners who have worked here for more than 20 years will suffer from silver lung disease due to inhaling too much silver dust. It is said that every time they breathe, their chest will be as painful as fire is burning. What do you call this?"
There was not the slightest smile in the smile on Simon's face.
"Inheritance, because after they die, their families can sell the pair of lungs to alchemists in the black market at a high price, where they can extract the crystallized Origin Silver. That's it, the thieves guild that controls the black market has to extract from it. It's a lot of money, what is their motto, and thieves have their own way?”
After saying that, Simon Ward covered his face and laughed wildly.
"What do you want me to do when you tell me this?"
Vincent waited until Simon was out of breath from laughing and began to cough violently before slowly opening his mouth to ask.
"help me."
Simon suddenly calmed down, he stretched out his hand to Vincent and said.
"Help me take the position of the next Duke of Thorns, help me take back the property of Originium Silver from the empire, and help me free the Blackwater Province from the shackles of the royal family, the Star Council and the Church forever."
Even today, he never regretted his decision that day.
Curse and kill the potential successor of the Duke position, break into the Holy Sepulchre where the ancestors rest in search of power, expel the envoys of the Empire, duel with the War Mage of the Platinum Circle...
Even if he violated the laws of the stars and made it impossible for him to advance to the legendary realm in this life, even if his wife was assassinated by conservatives because of his tough methods, he never regretted it in the slightest.
"All this is a necessary sacrifice."
The man who sat on the throne of thorns and became more and more cruel told him so.
He took back the Origin Silver industry, but he squeezed the miners more desperately than the Empire. He expelled the Thieves Guild, but created an even more brutal underground black market.
In order to complete his ideal, he almost ran wildly in the opposite direction of his previous ideal.
In order to fight against the behemoth of the empire, he must firmly grasp the power in his own hands, and he must drain the last bit of power from the Blackwater Province.
But compared to the 800-year heritage of the empire, that strength is still not enough...
Vincent understands, he understands.
But even he has begun to doubt whether the price to be paid for that ideal is too heavy.
Holy Sepulchre…
If the Duke really wants to master the power of the Holy Sepulchre and really wake up the millions of dead bodies buried in the necropolis for thousands of years as his own army... Then ruling a country full of the dead would really be an ideal country ?
More importantly, how can he ensure that he can really control that power?
The tide of the undead of the rotten moon a thousand years ago was the failed attempt of the Blackwater King, and the final result turned into a natural disaster that was enough to destroy the entire Blackwater Kingdom.
If it weren't for the Doomsday Watcher who had a heyday at the time, and if the hero William Kane killed the out-of-control King of Blackwater at the last moment, I am afraid that even now, the entire Blackwater Province is a dead country of the dead.
Vincent turned around the last corner in thought, and his eyes suddenly opened up.
It was a hall that was too wide compared to the previous narrow mine. There was a hill of skulls stacked in the middle of the hall. On the rock walls around the hall, there was a pattern of dragons and snakes swallowing each other, exuding a faint light. silver light.
But his eyes were completely attracted by the gray-haired and silver-eyed man in front of the Skull Temple.
"Hello."
The man was wearing a miner's uniform, holding a yew wood-based magic agent, next to a thin young man.
Seeing him come in, the man politely said to him.
Vincent could not see through the level of this person in front of him.
But as a magic caster whose spiritual power has been tempered to the threshold of legend, he cannot see through the level of the opponent, which is enough to show the level of the opponent.
The level of the peak of the master? Or is it a legend?
But as a heretic mage, who cannot obtain magic power from the laws of the stars, where does he get enough magic fuel to maintain his level?
Thoughts flowed, Vincent asked directly.
"Is it you who killed the overseer and took the other half of the miners?"
"Yes."
The other party simply nodded and answered, without showing any wavering emotions on his face.
"Then you didn't choose to leave together. Can I see that you are provoking the entire City of Thorns?"
Vincent asked.
"Then you set up a shrine for moon worship here, can I see that you are provoking the entire Vic continent?"
The other party knows about the Moon Realm, so his magic fuel comes from the Moon Realm contract?
According to the information revealed in the other party's words, Vincent adjusted his coping strategy in his heart.
"The three goddesses of the moon have always been the belief in the Blackwater Marsh, older than the seven holy spirits."
he replied.
"So those miners voluntarily let the Soul Eater Nerubians parasitize their bodies?"
The man said and pointed at the corpse of the web weaver in the corner with his yew staff.
Vincent noticed the dead web weaver's corpse beside him.
Corpse?
Why does the spirit of the moon still leave a body after death?
Something incomprehensible happened.
"Why is it..."
"Leave a dead body?"
The man said with an expressionless face.
"That's because it's dead, of course."
"This is impossible."
Vincent blurted out.
Moon monsters are essentially a kind of thought, a concept or other metaphysical things that receive flesh, and they cannot be killed by magic and swords alone.
"But as you can see, it's already happened. Leaving that aside, you're better than anyone I've met before, even third-rate among the people I know. You must be here. A city is also a person with some status, right?"
"My name is Vincent, so you can understand."
"Who?"
Vincent was silent.
Does the other party even know who he is? Then how did he turn the Yinliu Mine upside down by himself?
Vincent is not a person who cares about his own reputation. Whether it is "the first person under the legend" or "Scorch Sage", the title of hatred is called by other good people.
But he didn't reject those titles either.
A resounding title is often a lot easier than the endless hands-on lessons for guys who don't have good eyes.
But this person in front of me...
"Vincent von Bergman, Chief Court Mage of Duke Simon."
he added.
This time, the face of the other party finally showed a change that could be called an expression.
"This last name... who is Liliana to you?"
I'm sorry, because I have an appointment with an old classmate tonight and I got home very late, so I can only rush out of this chapter.
(end of this chapter)
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