Chapter 314 “White River’s Blade (p2)”
“I, Saint Igor Paul XVI, swear in the name of the Temple of Light, that as long as you hold your words using my terms, then I will grant the hundred-year dream of those living on the great prairie! I heard your people have always wanted to take this Lonely Mountain Pass, did you not? Fine then! Using this line that I marked as the boundary, everything west of here shall be ceded to the Snowy Mountain, this includes the Desa Province and Nuling Province!!!”
Talk about earth-shattering. Even for White River, a man of few emotions, he too was astounded by the amazing offer.
As for Du Wei, he himself naturally flew into a fit on the very second he overheard this outrageous clause. “NO! Absolutely not!”
Jolting up from the ground like he’s been reinvigorated with energy, the boy points accusingly at the Pope: “Even if you are who you are, the spiritual leader of the Temple of Light, that does not mean you can openly interfere with imperial power! The Roland Empire has been founded for a thousand years, never have we ceded a single plot of land since it’s conception. That is ironclad, a rule never before broken. What you are doing is treason and beyond your right!” Du Wei’s anger right now overshadows everything, including his fear of the two powerhouses before himself.
Concede land? Concede the Desa Province? Go fuck your mother you piece of shit! I am the real master of that plot of land. Based on what can you just gift my property to someone else?!
Unfazed by the accusation nor threat, Igor the Pope uses his murky eyes to confront Du Wei’s enraged face like he’s powerless as well: “You must be Duke Tulip. Yes, you are right, I shouldn’t be interfering with imperial power or the matters of the court. However, change is ing. What is normal for the past thousand years doesn’t mean it will forever continue on like that. If that’s the case, an ironclad rule is no longer ironclad, it’s merely a brittle obsession that can be broken at any time.”
Not only did it not calm Du Wei’s fury, his statement only added fuel to the fire: “No matter what! Pope, you are not the ruler of this continent! Besides, the Desa Province is my territory, based on what can you…”
Shaking his old head to dismiss the boy’s argument, Igor the Pope let’s out a long sigh: “Naturally I would consult with His Highness the Regent, and I will also have my means to persuade him to agree. As for you, Duke Tulip, I can ask His Highness to give you a new territory instead.”
Speaking up to here, the old fella stopped and returns his attention back to the Shaman King: “That’s all I have to say. If you still won’t believe my sincerity then I can’t do anymore than this.”
White River couldn’t deny the offer was very gracious. Lowering his head like he’s contemplating the idea, the eventually lifts it again like he’s decided. “In my entire life, I have never taken someone else’s pity. So, like always, I will use my very own hands to take whatever I wish at the time that I dictate, not you!”
“And if you want me to submit to your terms then you only have one choice and that is to defeat me today. On the contrary….” The dangerous elements in the Shaman King’s eye seems to intensify at this point, “If I were to kill you today, the leader of the Temple of Light, wouldn’t the benefits of my feat far outweigh the gains of two simple provinces?!”
No longer giving the old pope anymore time to think, the man has already lunged forward by making a leap and killing off the remaining distance between them both. But this wasn’t going to be enough to corner someone of their calibre. In an open arm gesture, Igor’s (pope) presence instantly blew up into a shining radiance like a holy deity. Next thing the world knew, the senior’s body has already shifted many meters away and out of reach again.
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