"What do you an?" Madam Elysia asked Sir Ferix.
Why did he make this sound so difficult? Couldn’t he just refuse the offer?
Sir Ferix couldn’t help but show a bitter smile to his wife. "What do you think would happen if I refused Elder Ignar’s offer? What would Munez think if soone like , who has a strange sickness that prevents from advancing in cultivation and even causes my cultivation to drop, refused? What if a man whose wife is in a coma, who is known to love her deeply and wants to heal her, refused?"
After Sir Ferix said that, Madam Elysia widened her eyes and finally understood what he ant. The news of a miracle herb was like a ssage sent from heaven for a man like Ferix. He was known to be desperately searching for a way to heal himself and his wife.
What would happen if that desperate man suddenly refused such a good chance to obtain the miracle herb? People would start to wonder what made him change. As for Munez, he would certainly grow suspicious that sothing had changed Sir Ferix’s mindset.
Other people might just think that perhaps Sir Ferix had already given up on finding a way to heal himself and his wife. They might believe he simply wanted to live as things are.
However, that wouldn’t work for Munez. He knew his little brother’s character, and such a sudden shift in behavior would make him look for the cause of the change. He might tighten surveillance in this manor by sending more spies, which would further restrict their already limited movents.
That would be bad news for them.
The avatar nodded, agreeing and understanding what Sir Ferix ant. This was indeed a difficult choice—no, in fact, Sir Ferix did not have a choice. Like it or not, he had to accept the offer.
After thinking for a mont, the avatar finally said to Sir Ferix,
"Just take it, Sir Ferix. I’ll co with you as well to see what they’re planning this ti. From what you said, I believe this team was truly prepared especially for you. Munez is planning sothing, and you are the key to his plan. It’s better to see what he’s up to now that he seems to be making the first move himself."
Sir Ferix was stunned but then frowned. "If Your Majesty follows , then what about my wife? I’m afraid Munez might do sothing here while I’m gone. Forgive , but I don’t think this is a wise decision, Your Majesty."
The avatar smiled. "You don’t have to worry about that. I can call another helper."
Sir Ferix and Madam Elysia looked confused when they heard that. The avatar seed to be sending soone a voice transmission. It lasted for about a minute before another figure suddenly appeared beside him, leaving Sir Ferix and Madam Elysia astonished.
Who was this person? They hadn’t sensed his arrival at all.
The figure was wearing a mask, so they couldn’t see his face, but they could tell that he was not an ordinary person.
Was this what the avatar ant when he said there was nothing to worry about?
"Who is this, Your Majesty?" Sir Ferix asked.
"This is another ," the avatar replied, making Sir Ferix and Madam Elysia widen their eyes.
"His Majesty Aldrian can create two avatars?" he couldn’t help but blurt out.
The lone avatar that had helped him all this ti was already extrely capable and possessed many mysterious techniques, but Aldrian the Great could actually create two of them?
The avatar nodded. "This is another avatar of my real body. It will stay here while I accompany you to the Poison Valley. This way, nothing will be missed while we’re away from the manor."
He had just contacted his real body and shared his mories with it while standing here. This was another thing that made Aldrian’s avatar technique so special. Aldrian could share mories between his real body and his avatars, and even among the avatars themselves.
Even if one of his avatars comprehended sothing new, that comprehension would be transferred to the real body.
It was truly an incredible technique, and not too surprising, since Aldrian had created it based on a god’s incarnation. Aldrian’s avatars were not rely clones but separate beings. Such a thing could only be created by divine beings, yet Aldrian had managed to create it, though in a much simpler form.
In the perfect version, the gods could create many incarnations of themselves with their own flesh and souls. They truly created new lives for themselves, lives they could fully control.
After Aldrian learned what had happened and understood what the avatar had in mind, he decided to send the other avatar to help. Sylphia was already safe, and staying in the most secure place. Since she also needed to take care of Sylvia, she would have to remain under the World Tree.
Because of that, he thought he could send the avatar that served as her guardian to assist with the matter in the Akares Star.
It was an easy thing to do, as Sir Ferix’s manor had already beco part of his domain. He simply teleported the other avatar there.
With that, the problem of lacking manpower was resolved.
Sir Ferix and Madam Elysia looked at both avatar with astonished expressions. Just how many avatars could Aldrian the Great create? If he could make so many avatars, each duplicating his abilities, wouldn’t he possess his own unstoppable army?
The thought made Sir Ferix’s heart tremble, but he didn’t ask anything. He sighed and nodded instead.
"Alright, if Your Majesty says so, then I will join the team."
Madam Elysia’s expression turned anxious as she touched his hand. "Be careful. Always be wary of that bastard’s sches."
Sir Ferix smiled at his worried wife. "I know. I will keep that in mind." Then, his expression turned puzzled.
"But I truly wonder, why is Munez suddenly planning this? Why has he turned his attention to now? All this ti, he didn’t seem to care about as long as I knew my place. Yet suddenly, he sent Elder Ignar and offered this kind of opportunity," he said with a contemplative expression.
"Well, whatever he’s planning, I can guess that it might be connected to the recent events on the Barisan Continent. I think the failed surprise attack by the devils, combined with other factors, has pushed him to act. I would even say he’s quite desperate with this plan," the unmasked avatar said.
"This kind of plan might look perfect if Sir Ferix and Madam Elysia were still cursed. But once you’re healed and we look into it more closely, the plan is full of holes. It’s even laughable, as if they’re trying to bait a child with candy."
Sir Ferix nodded in understanding. Later that day, he inford Elder Ignar that he would join the team. Elder Ignar didn’t stay much longer after hearing his answer and soon returned to the capital.
In the capital, inside the main manor of the Barevisk family, Munez had already heard about Sir Ferix’s decision and couldn’t help but smile.
’Good. As expected, he accepted the opportunity I offered, even though it ca from the man he hates,’ he thought.
’Little brother, don’t bla for what’s about to happen. You’re an important piece in my survival.’
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The next day, Sir Ferix and the unmasked avatar arrived at the capital and began their journey toward the Barevisk family’s main manor. The avatar observed the city as they walked after stepping out of the warp gate. Both he and Sir Ferix wore brown robes with their hoods fully covering their heads to avoid attracting attention.
There was no carriage waiting for them, nor anyone sent to greet their arrival.
Normally, soone of Sir Ferix’s status would be treated with great respect by his own family. Others would look upon him with reverence, as they would toward a high-ranking noble.
However, ever since Munez took the seat of patriarch and Sir Ferix’s cultivation stagnated, causing him to lose his reputation as a genius, his light had faded. Most people began to distance themselves from him to maintain a good image before the new patriarch, who clearly disliked his younger brother.
Although his situation was truly pitiful, that was the fate of the weak and defeated within a harsh noble family.
The only ones who truly maintained their relationship with Sir Ferix were those who had followed him back when he was still a candidate for patriarch. They believed the family would have been far better under his leadership and never trusted Munez’s rule.
Even now, many of these people still placed their hope and loyalty in Sir Ferix—especially after seeing what the Barevisk family had beco. The family now resembled more of a vassal house, a dog serving the Valroy family.
These were the people whom the avatar and Sir Ferix had already contacted and asked for support when the ti to overthrow Munez from his seat as patriarch arrived.
After walking for more than thirty minutes, they reached the special teleportation formation that led to the floating land where the manor was located.
The mont the guards stationed there saw Sir Ferix, one of them couldn’t help but show a trace of pity, though he quickly maintained his professionalism.
"Welco back, Elder Ferix," he said. Sir Ferix only nodded in response.
A few monts later, they arrived on the floating land where the manor stood. It was the very place where Sir Ferix had once lived, before he was forced to leave behind all his forr glory.
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