My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1510 - 434: Gary Smith: Why Need to Resurrect Ancestors, I Hold the Primitive Sun in My Hand
Chapter 1510: Chapter 434: Gary Smith: Why Need to Resurrect Ancestors, I Hold the Primitive Sun in My Hand
At the meanwhile,
Border Alliance Center, Office of the Club President.
The internal space had been folded, extremely spacious, and the decoration style was in stark contrast with the external military style. Even the furniture was made from selected top-ranking extraordinary materials, velvet soft chairs, leather sofas, a silver-inlaid coffee table, all displaying luxury and elegance.
A three-legged gilded incense burner sat at the center, with wispy blue smoke coalescing into the forms of beautiful women in cheongsam, who brought tea and refreshments with a smile, serving the two engaged in a game.
Even on the side, Elliot Pine, who stood as if a lackey, received a cup, secretly astonished by the sight before him.
The Favored Incense Beast, a legendary creature capable of gathering auspiciousness, stabilizing spiritual power, and increasing one’s external luck.
Its racial skill, "Favored Year Incense," required a massive amount of fortune-related materials to ignite each time. Seeing how the blanket seemed permeated by the scent, it was likely fired up daily—a sheer luxury...
It was just too...
With indignation in his heart, Elliot Pine took a sip of his tea and felt his already maxed-out spiritual power increase slightly,
Days of drunken wealth were truly delightful!
Although he did not understand why the two big shots chose his company, this feeling of clinging to their coattails... was indeed wonderful.
He wondered when Gary Smith would reach this level, and if he could bask in his reflected glory.
"You haven’t changed at all over these years, still knowing how to enjoy life," Headmaster Alfred shook his head feelingly, swept up the black piece, and locked down the white piece’s vitality.
With the advantage secured, he pressed forward step by step.
The rules of the chessboard, nothing but life or death.
A draw is merely a compromise.
"We clawed our way out of the mire, practiced diligently to become stronger, expanded territories for the Human Clan, and survived countless brushes with death—all for this, right?
Even the Kings aren’t without desires. Who knows whether they indulge in more behind the confines of their realms, I’ve heard some special mutants remain quite charming...
Cough, just kidding. But this feels like when I used to imagine in my village being a lord and eating ten dishes in one meal, hahaha..."
The responder was a well-dressed, handsome middle-aged man with finely groomed facial hair and long black hair reaching his waist, embodying an uncle-figure quite popular among young girls.
He stretched lazily, reposing on an armchair formed by the entwined arms of the smoky maidens, enjoying being fed while placing his piece, successfully breaking out from the black pieces’ siege.
It was the Alliance Headquarters President—Myriad Seals Wu!
Thomas Brown remained silent, continuing to play, embarking on a pursuit as the other’s point made sense.
Before the establishment of the Alliance, one Radiant Moon could govern an area, enacting laws, deciding life and death for his subjects, even using people as feeding grounds for Pet Beasts, filled with disorder and chaos.
Thomas Brown was born wealthy, considered a noble family, and hadn’t faced many setbacks in life, but Myriad Seals Wu had a different journey, born in a small autonomous village. Each year, tax pressure was suffocating, and even being well-fed was a luxury.
Perhaps one might ask, with extraordinary powers, why was there no produce?
How did it concern the common people?
Myriad Seals Wu climbed up from such mire, his childhood experiences amplified his yearning for a life of decadence as a Beastmaster.
Yet, he wasn’t selfish; he was generous to his subordinates and himself, which greatly contributed to his charismatic leadership; otherwise, he would not have become the Alliance President.
From another perspective, an eminent False King, bound not by material joys, never going mad nor acting recklessly, primarily focusing on protecting the Human Clan.
Just desiring pleasures on consensual terms, really nothing too excessive!
Over the years, the other’s administration of the Alliance flourishing further proved the results.
Thomas Brown was also curious; the other had never tired of these material pleasures over the long eons, now favoring young beauties.
After all, the higher the Rank, the more mortal views diminished to a microscopic scale.
Are men forever young at heart?
The chess struggle was intense, quickly leading to the black pieces strangulating the white, determining the victor.
Myriad Seals Wu raised an eyebrow, surprised, "Your chess skills have indeed improved, no wonder you could choose such a formidable piece. Now it’s making the Multiracial stressed and uneasy, I haven’t seen them in this state for a long time."
Elliot Pine stood tall and proud, a semblance of shared glory.
After all, he was the first Headmaster!
"It’s his capability, not related to me," Thomas Brown replied indifferently.
Not out of modesty, but as a matter of fact. Gary Smith had been attending for just a year. Although he spent considerable time in classes, most of it was spent causing trouble outside.
To say he was carefully nurtured by Imperial Capital University was an overstatement. freewebnøvel.com
"Haha, seems like you’ve chosen him?" Myriad Seals wasn’t bothered, eating grapes served by the maiden, teasingly said.
"Is there a better choice than him?" Thomas Brown retorted.
"Indeed, hard to find talents to match him, but do you really believe he has the Human Clan in his heart?"
"Judge by deeds, not thoughts."
"Fair enough, pretending all his life is actually a skill. If I knew he would turn out this anomaly, I wouldn’t have let his parents participate in such dangerous missions, could have strengthened his ties with the Alliance." Myriad Seals Wu shook his head, not truly regretful, just accustomed to increasing his leverage, reflected, "I initially thought it was a simple containment task, never expected it to relate to the Ancient Dragon!"
Surpassing the Mythical Dragon, the highest Dragon breed inherently carries both The World and Mother River’s Grace, each born with a special mission.
