Chapter 1447 Unfulfilled Promise

A genius can remember the address of this website in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest updates! No ads! In the Graycastle living room, Roland quietly looked at the old man in front of him.

He is sitting in a wheelchair, with gray hair, sunken cheeks, and high wrinkles on his forehead. He is obviously approaching the end of his years. However, compared to his age, his pupils were not too cloudy and still looked full of life. The monocle on the tip of his nose and the black tie tied around his neck further enhanced this feeling. While Roland was sizing him up, he was also sizing up Roland.

After a moment, Roland broke the silence, showed a smile and said, "It is not an easy task to invite you here from Dawn. Welcome to the new capital of Graycastle, Mr. Balih Lothar, you have worked hard all the way. "

"It's an honor for me to be summoned by the King of Graycastle..." The other party lowered his head slightly, "I just don't know what your Majesty's orders are for me?"

"You have already contributed a lot to Graycastle, and there is nothing more you need to accomplish."

"Me?" He looked obviously surprised, "Your Majesty, have you made a mistake?"

Generally, at this age, people's thinking speed will slow down significantly, and their speech will be slurred and intermittent. However, Barih not only answered the questions immediately, but also controlled his facial muscles to make a disguised expression. This is enough to prove that he The brain never stops thinking. His consciousness may be a more true reflection of his own condition than his body's irreversible aging.

"I know you have concerns, but please don't worry, I don't have any ill intentions towards black money." Roland spread his hands and said, "The 'god envoy' who sent the news to you is also a member of Neverwinter. In fact, it is I asked them to send the message."

Borrowing Pasha's advice, he summoned Balih to Graycastle on the grounds that the time for the transformation ritual had come. After confirming the target, he sent people to forcibly bring him back to the castle. Although the method was a little rough, it was straightforward.

"Your Majesty...I don't quite understand what you mean..."

"It doesn't matter, I will tell you until you understand - this is a very tortuous story, but it actually happened." Roland roughly told the past of the ancient witch, and also told the transformation ceremony of the God's Punishment Army. the essence of. The soul container can only collect the consciousness of the person who possesses the demon. In other words, the person without the demon can only become a body.

In a sense, turning into a body without self is also in line with the ancient witch's theory of extending life. If Black Money is just an ordinary underground chamber of commerce, he will not care too much. However, in the battle against the Devil's Western Front Army, Black Money made a great contribution. Not only did it assist the First Army in supporting the theater intelligence network of Wolf Heart and Yongdong, but it also sent out key intelligence many times, filling the gap between the witches and the enemy. Detection gaps in the red fog area.

Maybe Balih did not do this for the fate of mankind or to save his compatriots, but this contribution is real. Roland did not think that turning such a meritorious person into a unconscious puppet was a suitable reward, so he decided to meet with him in person.

After a long time, Balih Lothar slowly took off his reading glasses and said with a slightly trembling voice, "You mean, immortality is just a scam?"

Roland sighed softly, "Currently, those who can remain immortal while maintaining consciousness must be demon possessors. For humans, it is witches."

Even though he had opened up the dream world, he could not be sensed by the soul container.

"But after taking those medicines, my health is indeed improving——"

"Those potions can't be said to have no effect. They increase the success rate of the ritual by overdrafting vitality, but they cannot be used endlessly." Roland shook his head and interrupted, "Soon its side effects will appear. This is why I The reason why I came to you in such a hurry."

Barihe was stunned for a moment, "You mean, I don't have much time left..."

"I'm sorry." Roland said regretfully, "I can't make that promise come true, so I can only compensate in other ways. The black money has protected the witches and contributed to the War of Divine Will. If you have anything you want, you can ask me. Come out, this is the reward you deserve.”

Nightingale once asked him why he didn't let Pasha and the others solve this problem on their own. If he came forward as the king, it would be equivalent to transferring the consequences of this scam to Graycastle.

Her idea was not wrong, but Roland knew that since Graycastle fully accepted the Taquila witches, he could not just enjoy the benefits they brought. Taking the blame for them was also an obligation in "acceptance".

"..." Barihe was silent for a long time, "Even if it's something in the morning light, can you handle it?"

"You should know my influence in the Dawn Kingdom."

"Then I feel relieved." Unexpectedly, the other party did not despair or become hysterical, but showed a calm smile, "I hope to live longer because I want to keep the black money industry for my children - —If I die, other noble businessmen will never let go of the opportunity to carve it up, and in the face of large enough interests, a few lives are insignificant. If Your Majesty is willing to intervene, I don’t think anyone would dare to act rashly. This is even worse than My personal immortality is more reliable. In that case, what else do I have to complain about?"

Roland pondered for a while, "Are you sure this is the reward you want?"

"Your Majesty, isn't it possible...?"

"It's not impossible." He paused, "I wonder if you have heard of the name Rainbow Stone?"

"I've heard about it," Balihe thought for a moment, "it seems to be a new clothing store in your country. It's very large, and some of its finished products are even sold to Chenxi - but with all due respect, in terms of style and design, it's Far inferior to us.”

Because the craftsmen Victor found are all from the Lothar family...and he didn't tell you that this kind of clothes is only one-tenth of the price of other hand-woven clothes in Neverwinter. Roland coughed twice and said, "As far as I know, the founder behind this clothing store is named Victor Lothar, who is your fourth son. In addition, the income of the clothing store has exceeded 10,000 gold dragons. With this talent, I feel that even without Graycastle as a backer, he will not easily lose to those merchant families."

Ten thousand golden dragons is by no means a small number. In the past, only Chaos Drink could exceed this number in Neverwinter - the reason is simple, not everyone needs a drink, but everyone has to wear clothes. As Neverwinter's population becomes highly concentrated, the scale of base demand will only increase further. In the face of the foreseeable profits from large-scale industrial production, the transaction volume of underground chambers of commerce is not worth mentioning at all.

This time Balihe showed a truly surprised look, "Your Majesty, what you said... is it true? He has rarely contacted me since he left Glow City... I thought he was still making the jewelry he used to make. Business..."

"Victor is in Neverwinter now. It's not difficult for you to see him. It's better to verify it yourself if it's true or not. But...you have to hurry up."

"Yes...I know." Barih couldn't help but grasp the wheel tightly. This action obviously exposed his inner thoughts. "Please allow me to retire, Your Majesty."

Roland nodded and was about to ask his personal guards to send him out when he suddenly said, "You said I don't have much time left... Can you let me spend the last moment on that floating island?"

"..." Roland closed his eyes, "If you wish so."

After the door was closed, Nightingale appeared and whispered, "Weird..."

"What's wrong?"

"His initial reaction was a bit strange. I can't say it was a lie. It's just that the feeling of magic power was very vague to me, and I wasn't as calm as he showed." Nightingale shrugged.

"That's it," Roland said thoughtfully.

"Do you know the reason?"

"Probably." He lowered his voice and tilted his head to look out the window. "Things like immortality are always full of temptations. If their expectations are disappointed, no one will accept it easily."

"But that's not a lie." Nightingale emphasized.

"Because he knows that no matter what he does, he can't change this result." Roland was quite emotional. "Since it can't be changed, then it must be accepted - instead of enmity with the King of Graycastle full of resentment, it is better to pretend to be open-minded and win. Good feelings, any unnecessary emotions will turn into sunk costs, this is probably what he thinks. There are many people who understand this, but few can actually do it... This is where he is great."

He somewhat understood the reason why these big businessmen were treated as nobles in the morning sun - their control ability and awareness of stopping losses could surpass most nobles even if they were in politics.

"But you -" At this point, Roland couldn't help but look at Nightingale, "Now you can not only distinguish between true and false, but you can even feel your inner emotions. Are you about to evolve?"

"Do you think I would deliberately not say anything after I evolved - or should I say, I would still be so humble?" Nightingale glanced at him angrily.

Uh, that makes sense.

Roland closed his mouth knowingly.