Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1679: 256: The Pride of the Black and White Path

Capítulo 1679: Chapter 256: The Pride of the Black and White Path

The Space-Time Warlock most proud of the Black and White Path had once again made a significant achievement.

It’s uncertain whether Aesces, William, and Eosca had reached some agreement, but just when two-thirds of the Undead Tribe wanting to join the war reached their Red Willow Oasis, the Dimensional Gate was officially restored.

And it was two-way.

When Hill discovered this, he almost burst out laughing… Eosca’s sabotage was just too obvious.

However, he could understand why Eosca would act this way.

If he were not cooperative enough, would Aesces, who dared to let Ambori in, let the Lady of Pain in as well? It was truly uncertain.

And would Coron, still diligently swinging his sword at Mark City, suddenly decide to take a half-day break and give the Lady of Pain a chance to wander around?

Eosca surely didn’t dare to gamble.

Though the Lady of Pain might not dare to leave Mark City… if she did dare to leave, it would actually be more to Eosca’s liking.

While Seth only helped him from behind, if he could slap that woman twice, the always arrogant Grim Reaper would definitely appear without hesitation.

However, his regret was that even if the Lady of Pain might not come, those Mage Sorcerers in Mark City who were willing to kiss her boots, especially those damned Tieflings, would certainly be willing to come down and deal with him, an existence now degraded to Lower Rank Divine Power.

Even Wendy, who wholeheartedly followed him, was the same… the current Wind Goddess found it difficult to exhibit even a Demigod’s power after cutting off much of her strength.

In the past, Eosca dared to attack Aesces because Mark City had not been blocked outside the world yet.

But once he sensed something amiss over there, he, who was initially arrogant, immediately quieted down!

If not, when Triton found him useless and kicked him out of the game, it wouldn’t have been so smooth, as he initially wanted to reduce Aesces’s hostility towards him.

Now, he was very easy to deal with and showed much more respect for Aesces… all of which could be compared to his initial attitude towards the Lady of Pain when he first entered Mark City!

Eosca was never anything good.

Luckily, without Hill needing to say much, the ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ over there had begun repeatedly admonishing the stone-headed one in his eyes.

Although Aesces didn’t think he could be that stupid, considering his past transgressions, he still let Ismael out, creating massive trouble for the Undead Tribe even after Snow Cloud Peak’s numerous warnings!

Lately, he behaved well, even if ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ sent him the same warning letter repeatedly every day, Aesces didn’t show any sign of impatience.

At least he knew the other party was doing it for his good.

But how to put it… even a stone-headed one can’t withstand such bombardment!

Aesces had deeply understood why Snow Cloud Peak’s subordinates called him an Old Dog, and said he was a black dog pretending to be white… a venomous tongue was one thing, but those hypothetical scenarios of his mistakes were each more frightening than the last.

He urgently needed someone who could turn those hypotheticals into nothing… to put it another way, Aesces was so obedient because he had discovered that some mistakes could be unconsciously made even if he knew in his heart.

Therefore, Aesces held higher and higher expectations for Lucimar, who could gain Snow Cloud Peak’s approval.

He was someone who could constantly remind him, and his words weren’t half as harsh!

In the desert, Lucimar was amidst an eager anticipation, conducting meetings for the local residents of the settled oasis, rising two levels in public.

Though there were no halos when a mage advanced, the uncontrollable mana pressure emanating from him proved everything.

Standing on the high platform in the center of the oval plaza, surrounded by people’s most eager gazes, Lucimar looked at his fingers in a daze, then turned to glance towards the north of the oasis… Lady ‘Lucy’ was unwilling to stay so close to a bunch of ignorant mortals, so she simply continued to live in the white cottage at the desert’s edge… so this is the growth rate of God’s Chosen Elect?

Now he could somewhat understand Great Sage Ismael, who was always spirited and never thought he would fail.

This favor bestowed by Fate was too intoxicating and made one too easily… mistakenly assume that their talents were unparalleled.

If it weren’t for his encounters with the Undead Tribe during this period, he wouldn’t have known a bit about Mr. Hill’s situation.

If Hill was like him, rapidly growing due to the world’s favor, that completely magical system giant, Fran, whom the Undead Tribe mentioned, made it hard for him to believe such a person existed.

Of course, the Undead Tribe also showed him some Toril experts, like Elminster, who spanned the history of the Weave.

But Lucimar still found Fran to be more terrifying.

How to put it… Elminster was at least in that Toril.

Perhaps, in terms of talent, who was superior was unclear, but to forge one’s path in an unclear future mid-tier world… that’s what Lucimar envied the most.

If he had such vision and willpower, maybe he could rely on his own strength to rid himself of all these complex entanglements?

Lucimar certainly doesn’t feel regret or remorse; he has his own path.

But people always admire those stronger than themselves, especially those whose strength is tangible and visible.

Lucimar took a deep breath, gently shook his head to completely dispel the chaotic thoughts from his mind, adopted his usual high posture, and proudly surveyed the Oasis residents below who were delighted by his sudden advancement: “I, Lucimar, have always been extraordinarily gifted and powerful.

Without some skill, how could I have the ability to ally with the Undead Tribe?

So, follow me, obey me~

The world has already opened its arms to me, and you will surely be grateful for this decision in the future!

The rules of the Red Willow Territory are simple; they are on that metal scroll under the platform.

Anyone just needs to place their hand on it, and they can see and hear them directly in their mind, without needing to understand the words.

Remember, do not violate any laws.

You should know that to guard against enemies, especially those from the Desert Kingdom, the Undead Tribe will always have their Alignment Detection active… Theft will turn your name red, so don’t lose your life to greed!”

If at first people were worried about how long Lucimar could stay as lord here, their worries vanished completely after seeing him advance two levels instantly.

This was a public advancement! Not a challenging breakthrough made with full preparation in some secret chamber!

A lord with this kind of strength, at the very least, wouldn’t mysteriously lose his life to someone’s assassination.

People living in the desert, even if not evil sand bandits, are very cold and opportunistic in their actions… Survival is their only pursuit.

If truly forced, they could abandon that bit of persistence.

It’s just that the previous troubles hadn’t reached their bottom line.

They certainly welcome a good lord, but if this good lord offers only temporary safety and could lead them to ruin because of his kindness, they’d rather live under the rule of an evil lord to survive.

Lucimar looked at the people below, their faces filled with eager excitement. Under the arrangement of some professionals with temporary positions, they obediently gathered in a circle to view the giant scroll… The narrow metal scroll, half the length of the high platform, was enough for a hundred people to read it together.

Including newcomers and those who have moved here from other places, there were not even eighty people left in this Oasis.

Of course, this was also because this Oasis demanded high moral standards from its residents.

To remain neutral after traveling this far into the desert is extremely rare.

To keep a clear conscience, hardly any ordinary people are capable of it, including women.

Lucimar organized his residents and then took another look at the already open camp general store: After the Undead Tribe learned the basic alchemy of Aesces, although their technology level wasn’t high… Somehow, they always managed to turn anything into a dirt-cheap commodity.

If not for a large cross-world handling fee imposed on external sales… The Undead Tribe’s terminology is always strange, yet somehow precise… Danboro’s alchemy apprentices and low-rank alchemists would probably go bankrupt.

Although Lucimar, as a part of the Undead Tribe, could get a huge ally’s discount for personal use, nothing they have produced so far has impressed him.

There were indeed many strange derivatives.

It’s a pity that Lucimar considers himself an upright person, and he couldn’t bring himself to buy that rice cooker which emits ghostly sparks on opening… especially when the Undead Tribe has no secrets. If he bought it, within two minutes, even Lind over at Cain Valley would know what he did.

And Lind, without a doubt, would spread the news across all of Basia City at the fastest speed possible… After all, in past years, he had caused quite a bit of trouble for the Stelter Family.

Even though Lind wasn’t on good terms with the former Count Stelter, he still calls him “Brother Ditte”!

Click~ He dares to act without any scruples, especially as he still has a baby face.

Lucimar sighed discontentedly, but he hadn’t gained nothing.

The Undead Tribe’s general store indeed sold products at Danboro’s normal prices… But this was the desert, where prices are marked up several times.

As soon as the prices were out, many residents of the Red Willow Oasis went wild.

The Undead Tribe even priced food and water according to the calculations from Basia.

So, it’s no wonder Lucimar isn’t surprised by some powerful Grand Knights in the territory planning to team up to smuggle supplies.

Of course, that’s no problem.

Ha~ What a natural and upright course of development~