Chapter 142: He’s Just a Dog

Monte Cassino Abbey.

Delisilius had returned to his old lair—the abbey in Benevento.

Robert had been waiting there for quite some time.

“Delisilius!”

When he saw Robert approaching with his arms outstretched for an embrace, Delisilius felt a flicker of fear. He did not immediately return the hug, hesitating for a moment.

A shrewd and cunning man like Robert could not possibly have missed it.

“And you’re still laughing? How can you be so reckless? Couldn’t you have discussed it with me beforehand?” Ji Zisheng’s tone was reproachful, but his voice was gentle, as though the person before him might shatter if he raised it even slightly.

Using magical beasts as a source of meat had existed since ancient times, but very few people had ever attempted to popularize large-scale breeding.

For many days afterward, Ji Zisheng left early and returned late. Every day, he and Shao Qing exchanged no more than a hurried glance, without even finding time for a single word.

After dinner, Song Ci volunteered to wash the dishes. Kong Yumei refused at first, but after he insisted several times, she finally let him do as he wished.

Ilia’s teaching system was much like that of other institutions of higher learning. There were no classes in the usual sense. At the beginning of each term, the professors announced their lecture times and locations, and students simply went to whichever lectures they wished to attend.

It was worth noting that the Ancestor of the Nether River was seated in the second row as well, together with the two Demon Emperors.

Throughout this period, Chu Tianyou deliberately avoided Dongfang Bubai, doing his best not to have any further dealings with her.

What was colder still was her heart—where Ji Zisheng was concerned, she was merely a private possession he could humiliate whenever he pleased.

Under the double blow, Zhengyang Wuma conceived the thought of fleeing for the first time. But the sinister poison had begun to take effect, and the venom in his hooves in particular had already impaired his movements.

“Master Liu, Master Xuan, just tell me what you want me to do! If I summon all the forces of X Province, then with the strength our Liu family possesses today, we can wipe out the X Province branch of the Heavenly Emperor Cult in the blink of an eye,” Liu Hongguang said.

Ten minutes later, Dagu and the other man returned to the command room. The moment they entered, they saw everyone staring solemnly at the projection of the Cosmic Island above the conference table.

At Han Ye’s request, I twisted my waist-length hair into a bun. I had not worn makeup in years, and with Han Ye watching beside me, my hands trembled as I sat before the vanity.

By now, the court was composed almost entirely of newly appointed officials following the purge. Many of the kingdom’s pillars had already been taken away by the Grand Tutor.

At the sound of that voice, the black-clad men finally halted. By then, however, they had surrounded us completely, standing no more than six or seven meters away. Each of them continued to stare coldly at Old Ghost Chen.

Everyone else watched the Second Master sitting there, and what a magnificent, imposing sight he made.

The three of them sought out a secluded place. In front of Feng Jun, the Immortal Maiden Wending Love put away the Immortal Wunan, then handed over the spirit-beast pouch.

What threat could an old woman possibly pose? I walked toward her, but the instant she saw me, she fell straight from a wooden stump and immediately turned to run into the room.

Its finish was far brighter than those sold on the market, and it moved so smoothly that there was not the slightest sensation of jolting.

The platform itself was spotless. Around it, heads began appearing one after another as people looked up at the parrot in the sky. Some found it ominous, some pondered the meaning behind it, and a few recognized whose parrot it was and called out Li Chao’s name.

Mo Ran was lying on her large bed with her eyes closed, resting. Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared on her shoulders, kneading them with even pressure. Catching the pleasant fragrance, Mo Ran knew who it was without opening her eyes and simply continued to enjoy the massage.

The values underlying this place were rather twisted. Superpowered individuals could be cultivated only through the sacrifice of countless people, yet they were not cherished. Ordinary people, who seemed able to obtain their abilities with ease, were instead regarded as more deserving of protection. What kind of logic was that?

“President, what should we do next? Should we—” Yin Hao asked, his gaze turning toward Jin Lufeng.