42 Chapter 42
"Ezedius, care to explain what happened here?" Octavio said in greetings to Ezedius. He determined that what had transpired in this land was all witnessed by the ruler of the city nearby. He did not put the lines of soldiers behind Ezedius in his eyes. His sect could crush them with their eyes close.
"Greetings, Sect Master Octavio! It all started when…" Ezedius started his tale towards Octavio. He had no choice but to say all that he knew. Octavio's eyes sparked with interest when he got to the part that the bald immortal could freely change forms to other creatures. This was unheard of for human immortals to do.
"Does he come from the shape shifter tribe?" Octavio muttered after Ezedius finished his retelling of the events about the immortal.
"I would think so too, Sect Master Octavio. I also noticed that the immortal has been fond of acting a little…" Ezedius said to Octavio but didn't dare to finish his sentence. He would not be foolish to think that their conversation were private enough to dodge the ears of the bald immortal.
Even with the obscuring technique used by Sect Master Octavio, Ezedius did not dare to be careless in the immortal's presence.
"Yes, I know. You have my thanks, Ezedius." Octavio whispered before disappearing once more. He blinked towards the position of the bald immortal. If he remembered correctly, Quickstep Littletoes was the name introduced by the immortal.
He thought that it was a name that suits an ant well if he was truly of the Ant Race as he had declared.
"Thank you for your patience, Your Excellency." Octavio bowed towards Quickstep.
"I have time. I'm an Immortal Cultivation Expert Ant, aren't i? Hahaha! As it is, the one thing I'm not lacking of is time. Hehehe!" Quickstep was glad as he had rehearsed those words well. He spent the whole duration of Octavio's absence just to think of something new to say.
He saw that it gave him a positive result. Octavio even bowed a little bit lower. He was getting used to being a person of power. But the continuous search for new words to say seemed very tedious.
"I better find myself a writer of words after this." Quickstep thought.
"I've found out the true culprit for all these sequence of events, Your Excellency. Rhixar, will be stripped of his elder status and his name shall be erased from the history of the Divine Evil Sect from now henceforth. Let me take care of him, Your Excellency.
For the crimes he has done, his soul will forever exist in eternal agony in the Dungeon of Penance. Let his blood not stain the purity of your hands, Your Excellency." Octavio said to Quickstep convincingly.
"Purity of my hands… What nice words to hear. I should really get that writer as soon as possible." Quickstep thought as he examined his big hands.
"NOOOOOOOOOO! Let this fool kill me! I will not suffer in that place for all eternity!" Rhixar yelled and tried to exhaust all his soul power to affect a bomb that would vaporize him to nonexistence. Black circles surrounded him and his Sword of Eternal Rest resurfaced once more to stand guard upon its master's last stand.
"Greetings, Sect Master Octavio! It all started when…" Ezedius started his tale towards Octavio. He had no choice but to say all that he knew. Octavio's eyes sparked with interest when he got to the part that the bald immortal could freely change forms to other creatures. This was unheard of for human immortals to do.
"Does he come from the shape shifter tribe?" Octavio muttered after Ezedius finished his retelling of the events about the immortal.
"I would think so too, Sect Master Octavio. I also noticed that the immortal has been fond of acting a little…" Ezedius said to Octavio but didn't dare to finish his sentence. He would not be foolish to think that their conversation were private enough to dodge the ears of the bald immortal.
Even with the obscuring technique used by Sect Master Octavio, Ezedius did not dare to be careless in the immortal's presence.
"Yes, I know. You have my thanks, Ezedius." Octavio whispered before disappearing once more. He blinked towards the position of the bald immortal. If he remembered correctly, Quickstep Littletoes was the name introduced by the immortal.
He thought that it was a name that suits an ant well if he was truly of the Ant Race as he had declared.
"Thank you for your patience, Your Excellency." Octavio bowed towards Quickstep.
"I have time. I'm an Immortal Cultivation Expert Ant, aren't i? Hahaha! As it is, the one thing I'm not lacking of is time. Hehehe!" Quickstep was glad as he had rehearsed those words well. He spent the whole duration of Octavio's absence just to think of something new to say.
He saw that it gave him a positive result. Octavio even bowed a little bit lower. He was getting used to being a person of power. But the continuous search for new words to say seemed very tedious.
"I better find myself a writer of words after this." Quickstep thought.
"I've found out the true culprit for all these sequence of events, Your Excellency. Rhixar, will be stripped of his elder status and his name shall be erased from the history of the Divine Evil Sect from now henceforth. Let me take care of him, Your Excellency.
For the crimes he has done, his soul will forever exist in eternal agony in the Dungeon of Penance. Let his blood not stain the purity of your hands, Your Excellency." Octavio said to Quickstep convincingly.
"Purity of my hands… What nice words to hear. I should really get that writer as soon as possible." Quickstep thought as he examined his big hands.
"NOOOOOOOOOO! Let this fool kill me! I will not suffer in that place for all eternity!" Rhixar yelled and tried to exhaust all his soul power to affect a bomb that would vaporize him to nonexistence. Black circles surrounded him and his Sword of Eternal Rest resurfaced once more to stand guard upon its master's last stand.
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