For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King

   Chapter 83 Leiden

  Crowfeather Prophet saw the piece of soul fragment in William's hand, felt the familiar breath above, and stammered and asked:

   "But but but... how is this done?"

  Although he knew that the tide of the rotting undead that occurred in the cemetery some time ago was stopped by the presiding judge, he still had a hard time imagining such a thing as taking back the soul fragments from the hands of the Void King.

Is it possible to    grab something from the hands of a void king?

  William didn't answer the other party's question. After being silent for a few seconds, he put the soul fragment back into the storage space and said calmly:

   "Tell me about the Soul Fragment that was sealed at the bottom of Black Light City first."

  …

  Black Light City, Jiaoyu Lane.

A mysterious man, wrapped in a gray robe, with his face tightly covered, was walking on a blackboard stone road littered with sewage and rotting rat corpses. Own.

   He turned left and right along the labyrinthine alley, deliberately detouring several times in the meantime, and finally stopped in front of an underground wine cellar covered with green moss.

   Finally turned around to confirm that no one was following him, and then he knocked on the dilapidated wine cellar door according to a certain pattern.

   After a while, the closed trapdoor on the door opened, and a pair of sharp eyes looked at him through the rusted grid.

   "Take off the mask, and bring in your spell agent from here."

   The man behind the door said in a dispassionate tone.

   As soon as he finished speaking, a hidden mechanism above the door turned, and a small door specially used to store visitors' weapons was opened on this seemingly worn-out door, with a seal rune inscribed on it.

   "Come on, don't you know me?"

   Hearing the other party's rude words, the gray-robed man seemed to be somewhat annoyed.

   Running from the City of Thorns to this place, worrying about spies all day long was enough to make him feel humiliated. It's hard to find this place, and he has to take away his own magic agent. This is a direct insult to him, who was once a high-ranking man.

   "Take off the mask, put the magic agent in, don't let me repeat this a third time."

   The man said with the same tone.

   The man in gray looked angrily at the man in the door, but the other's eyes were still unwavering. After a stalemate for a few seconds, he had to silently recite "people under the eaves" in his heart, and then took off his mask.

   This person is the adjutant of the Rose Palace Mage Hall previously under Vincent's hands.

   It's just that he looks like a homeless man now, compared to how elegant and pedantic he was before. His clothes were ragged, his face was tired, his hair and beard were too messy because they had not been taken care of for a long time.

   He gritted his teeth and took out a magic agent inlaid with a child's skull from his robe, and stuffed it into the small door according to the other party's instructions.

  The mechanism on the door turned, his magic agent was taken in, and the man inside the door closed the trapdoor.

   Behind the door came a series of sounds of door locks being opened, hinges being removed, and the spell being shut down. After a full minute, the seemingly dilapidated wooden door was opened.

   "Come in, the former adjutant of the Rose Palace Mage Hall, the former Sir Black Blood, His Excellency Layton."

A man wearing a smooth silver chain armor and holding a short sword engraved with blood-colored lines opened the door for him. Although his tone was still as calm as before, his words were full of sarcasm. .

   The words "before" and "once" were particularly harsh to the ears of Leiden, who had been removed from all his titles and was wanted as a heretic mage.

   But in the face of the facts, what else could he say?

   Could it be that to a gatekeeper here, "That old **** Vincent is just a temporary gain, sooner or later I will make him spit out all the money with interest" and this kind of cruel words will make the other party laugh out loud?

  Lyden finally had to give the man in front of him a stern look, and then walked into this underground secret room disguised as a wine cellar without saying a word.

   But he stopped before he took a few steps. He looked back at the door, and the man raised the sword in his hand as if blocking something.

"What's wrong?"

   Leiden asked in a displeased tone.

   "It can't come in either."

   The man raised his sword and pointed to the empty place.

   "I said, are you still the so-called gift sect that wants to spread the gospel of the moon? As a contracter of the moon, can't I even bring my contract object with me?"

  Lyden's anger came up all of a sudden, being taken away as a matchmaker and being ridiculed at the same time was enough to make him annoyed. Right now, the other party is not allowed to bring in even his last reliance—the spirit of the Moon Realm who signed a contract with him. Isn’t it true that he is 100% at the mercy of the other party?

   "This is the meaning of the headmaster. All those who participated in this meeting are not allowed to bring their contract objects in."

   The other party continued to speak with the same tone.

   "Then what are you holding in your hand?"

  Lyden asked while looking at the dagger with blood-colored patterns in the opponent's hand.

   He could see that there was a blood blade demon resident in that sword.

   Blood Blade Demon, the family of Brand, the king of dead blood.

   They prefer to choose a swordsmith rather than a magic caster as their anchor to reality. Once they successfully come to the world, they will encourage the swordsman to create a "peerless magic sword", and in the final stage of sword forging, they will bewitch or directly manipulate their contract object to sacrifice for this "magic weapon" Open the front, let your anchor point transfer to the sword.

   All those who wield the magic sword will be controlled by the magic sword.

   A fable that has been widely circulated in the empire - a young and vigorous man seeks a powerful "magic weapon" in order to defeat an opponent he could not defeat. After many hardships, he drew his sword and defeated his opponent, but he also fell into a bloodthirsty madness, and finally ushered in a complete depravity.

  The prototype of this story is based on the weapon contaminated by the blood blade demon.

   "Sorry, I should have been more explicit."

  The man said and waved the magic sword in his hand, and a few dark green liquid suddenly flowed out of the empty air.

  Lyden felt a pain in his etheric domain, followed by a dull growl.

   "All the losers who participated in this meeting cannot bring their contractors in."

  The man said while looking at Leiden's face flushed with anger.

   "After all, under the new order in the future, you losers should be thankful for having a place to live."

   (end of this chapter)