The control of the relics should have marked a triumphant return as the ruler.
However, when Pascal arrived at the camp, his sister Emilia suddenly smiled coldly and seized his credentials.
At the sa ti, Yemili, who closely followed him, was surrounded by several rcenaries and subdued.
Having survived countless explosions within the relics and walked out unhard, Pascal wanted to resist, but found Emilia at that mont incredibly strong, beyond what he could oppose.
It was like facing a Tier Four Mage.
"Emilia, you, you reached Tier Four?"
Emilia didn’t answer, just smiled slightly, "Your relic was nice, now it’s mine."
Pascal never imagined that this was just the beginning.
After taking his credentials, Emilia started proclaiming that she led the team to conquer the relics, gaining a lot of fa.
While he had nothing, rumors kept reaching his ears.
"Isn’t this Emilia’s useless brother? That’s truly laughable."
"Emilia graciously took him to explore the relics, but he didn’t appreciate it, went out independently, ended up sightseeing rather than exploring the relics."
"That’s right, after taking the relics, he even wanted to steal Emilia’s relic control credentials. How vile!"
Furious, Pascal shouted, "It was that bitch Emilia who stole my credentials!"
People mocked and spat at him, making Pascal feel unbearably humiliated.
He was angry but helpless, so he could only wait to return to Huijin City to report to his father.
But once again, reality struck him hard.
Upon returning to Huijin City and complaining, his father slapped him right away, scolded him bitterly for being a disappointnt.
He wanted to distort his mouth, but regretfully he couldn’t.
Not only couldn’t he distort his mouth, but everything went wrong afterward, hitting obstacles everywhere, and eventually, overwheld by anger, he fainted.
Yemili suffered even worse; Pascal, as a prince, could move freely, while Yemili was directly controlled, locked in a cell, tortured every day until he fainted.
"This should be about enough."
Jonathan dispersed the dream projection, pondering for a mont, "This guy called Pascal, is a prince of this country, but it seems the Royal Family doesn’t have good relations with the God’s faction. Alright, considering you also resent the gods, I’ll spare you."
Jonathan approached the two unconscious people.
At this mont, neither of them wore silly smiles or joy; their faces froze like muggles.
Jonathan reckoned they would never smile again.
After looking them over, Jonathan found the ergency teleportation scroll on them.
"Let’s trigger this then, and by the way, dismantle so parts from your magic puppet to compensate for the loss of the relics."
Jonathan felt distressed about having adventurers constantly farm magic crystals, even though these crystals were a subspace specialty, not collected from the outside.
He raised his fist, glaring nacingly at the magic puppet in standby due to its owner’s unconsciousness.
"This armor is nice, now it’s mine."
In the Royal rcenary Corps Camp.
The peaceful camp was suddenly startled by a loud alarm, alerting everyone.
All rcenaries of the Royal rcenary Corps knew this alarm signal was from the ergency teleportation brooch activated by two royal captains.
This alarm was ant to prompt others to respond to the captains’ ergency return.
At this mont, Emilia was training in the camp, she too was alard and quickly led people to the coordinates of the ergency return.
Then she saw the unconscious Pascal and Yemili and their severely damaged magic puppets.
Emilia frowned and instructed those beside her, "Get two buckets of water."
The people beside her broke into a cold sweat imdiately.
They did not dare to object.
Luckily, a priest accompanied them and arrived.
He checked Pascal and Yemili’s conditions, said, "The issue is not a big one, they only fainted from a psychic attack, but their mood is quite bad, possibly due to significant trouble within the relics; they should recover soon."
Emilia couldn’t help but recall the news she received.
Pascal made a deal with Hilia, seemingly obtaining high-level credentials of the relics.
She frowned, "So arrogant, unaware of the situation of the relics yet attempting to challenge the highest level."
Do you think you’re Hilia, daring to challenge the highest level?
The priest said he would wake up soon, Emilia reluctantly abandoned the water splashing thod to wake them.
Ordered them to rest in a tent, Emilia was just about to do her own things when the attendant reported, "Your Highness, Prince Pascal is awake; he says he wants to see you."
Emilia paused slightly, "See ?"
She did not know what Pascal was planning, so she walked into Pascal’s rest tent.
Upon entry, she saw Pascal looking at her with hatred.
"Pascal, are you okay? Did I cut your balls off, staring at like this?"
"You... give back the relic control credentials!" Pascal roared.
Emilia: "?"
"We successfully conquered the relics, how dare you take my things, I... No, I cannot resist here... I must return imdiately..."
Emilia replied unhappily, "Are you brainwashed? Resist? What resist? Resist what? Did I take your control credentials? Do you have the skills to conquer the relics that you just made things up?"
"Denied... So it really was a rehearsal of reality..."
Besides Pascal and Emilia, there were others, including the healing priest.
The healing priest noticed Pascal’s state, quickly said, "Prince Pascal may have encountered a psychic trap causing hallucinations or a prolonged dream, resulting in his current situation. Should I calm him down first?"
Emilia observed Pascal, her face cold, "Alright, calm him down, I’ll deal with him later."
Emilia left, under the priest’s magic, Pascal slowly cald down.
Everything in the dream gradually beca illusory and unreal.
But he already didn’t know when he fell into the dream, nor when he returned to the camp.
The broken magic puppet beside him told him he and Yemili had gone through a fierce battle, but... he didn’t have the credentials to clear the relics.
Pascal was lost.
From others’ words, he learned he was returned to the camp through an ergency teleport, and his condition was quite bad.
He touched his body, suddenly panicked.
"Even without the clearing credentials, there should at least be credentials for the twelfth layer, right? Damn Emilia must have taken my credentials, that bitch!"
Suddenly, the tent flap was lifted, and Emilia walked in angrily from outside.
"Pascal, looks like you need a beating; are you dumb? Everything inside the relics cannot be taken out through non-relic teleportation, oh, forgot, you’re only here for leisure, don’t know the relics’ rules."
"Everything you just said, I’ve recorded it; just wait, Father will make a decision."
"However, before that, let make a decision first."
"You... what do you want to do?!"
"Haha, bitch is it? I’ll make you bitch!"
"Ah—!"
Inside the tent ca Pascal’s miserable scream.
Everyone was silent, no one dared to intervene.
User Comments
0 comments from readers