Chapter 1779: 594. The wise helper Triss always knows how to make the little man at ho happy_2
When Triss “traveled” in Abyss City back then, she was truly astounded. She personally witnessed more than seven conspiracies being imposed on the sa faction within three days. On the day Triss beca an honorary elder of the “Dark Root,” a faction with thousands of mbers disintegrated amidst various plots.
Such incidents occurred almost monthly in Abyss City, and the Goat n had long beco accustod to it.
“This is Julia, Elder Triss. She is the most outstanding disciple of your friend Moran and will inherit Moran’s position as council mber in Abyss City, becoming the leader of Dark Root in the future.”
Old Finley, leaning on his staff adorned with a goat’s head, introduced Julia to Triss with a smile. However, Triss, mindful of her status, did not imdiately converse with Julia but instead asked the old Goat Man:
“Finley, I heard sothing happened to my friend Moran? But did she really die of illness? I can’t believe a Spiritual Overlord, whose deep research in sorcery amazed even , would die of a sudden illness!
You Goat n are also Eternal Species; soone like Moran, a ‘master of well-being,’ could easily live for eight hundred years.”
Triss said solemnly:
“So, my friend Moran was murdered, right?”
Old Finley sighed and said in a low voice:
“I can only tell you, it was a clash of ideologies! Before Elder Moran left that night, she instructed that if she couldn’t return, I should imdiately lead her disciples away from Abyss City.
To be honest, although I was a companion of Master Moran, I couldn’t know all her thoughts and secrets either.
However, when I left with Julia and the other mbers of Dark Root, I happened to hear a rumor that the current City Lord of Abyss City, Samark, in order to avoid further division among the species, had made an alliance with so mysterious outsiders.
Perhaps Master Moran’s death is related to this matter.”
“Those outsiders are evil!”
Julia, who had been silent all this while, raised her head and said:
“Although my ntor never let ddle in the politics of Abyss City, I once saw her, full of anger, arguing with so council mbers. You know, my ntor always firmly believed in the existence of the King of all curses and thought only Verdia could lead the Goat n to rise.
In the heritage of Abyss City, we belong to the conservatives among conservatives; maybe it was my ntor’s stubbornness that angered the narrow-minded City Lord.”
“Sigh…”
Although Triss considered her past activities in Abyss City as “black history,” she didn’t have any bad feelings towards Master Moran, who welcod her into the Dark Root Organisation.
In fact, Moran was indeed one of the people Triss respected in Spiritual Energy knowledge, and although their relationship wasn’t as close as bosom friends, they definitely could be considered good friends.
Upon hearing about Moran’s plight and her disciple’s current dire situation akin to being “exiled,” even though Triss originally didn’t intend to intervene in external affairs, she had to get involved now.
The companions and disciples of her old friend had already co seeking her help. As an honorary elder, if she couldn’t offer them protection, it would seem too ungrateful for the “important help” Moran had given her back then.
When attempting to steal from the Goat n’s treasury, she was nearly discovered, and it was Moran who risked being discovered and executed to cover her escape from Abyss City, which was indeed a life-saving favor.
“So, how many elders does the Dark Root currently have?”
Triss asked.
Old Finley’s eyes lit up and he imdiately replied:
“Including you, there are three, but the other two’s positions are very unstable. They fear the City Lord but can’t be as steadfast as Master Moran. The greatest difficulty for Julia to return to Abyss City and inherit the seat lies with these two elders.”
Julia was evidently smarter.
She observed Triss’s expression with her unique cross-eye pupils, gauging Triss’s thoughts, and suddenly recalled so “information” her ntor once confided to her drunkenly during a bout of lancholy.
In Triss’s silence, Julia decided to take a gamble. This bold and young Goat Man scholar said softly:
“After you left, our organization once thrived in Abyss City. Before leaving, my ntor was one of the Guardians of the Abyss Treasury, and among her relics was that key. Although it can’t open all the spell vaults, if you can help regain control of the Dark Root, I am willing to offer that key as a reward…”
“Julia!”
Old Finley angrily tapped his staff hard on the ground and reprimanded:
“You are in no position to make such deals with Elder Triss! She is your elder, and you should serve Elder Triss as you would your ntor. The key left by Moran should rightfully be inherited by her closest friend in life.
That is not your personal possession.
Do you think Elder Triss would change her mind over small gains?
You underestimate a Bloodline Duke.
Kneel!
Apologize!”
“Pa”
Julia, without hesitation, kneeled in a disciple’s manner before Triss. Old Finley sighed and said to Triss, whose expression was subtle:
“As you can see, Elder Triss, since Master Moran’s departure, this child has been without guidance and has lost the decorum and etiquette she should have. She needs a powerful Spiritual Overlord, like Moran, to lead and educate her.
Moreover, Julia is truly a genius!
Her understanding of curses and decrees is as if inspired by the King of all curses, and she passed the Abyss City scholar exam in only fifteen years. You should know how remarkable this achievent is.
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