Linley was all smiles. All of Linley’s doubts had been resolved upon hearing this news from the Chief Sovereign of Death. His father and friends were able to return…and as for his mother, she had become an Angel of the Divine Light Plane. As for Grandpa Doehring, perhaps if he were able to meet the Overgod of Life, Linley would be able to ask for him to be revived.
This slender hope filled Linley with will and energy!
“Everything will work out.” Linley said quietly to himself.
“Bebe, let’s go. We’ll go to the Abyssal Mountain.” Linley didn’t want to stay here at Flamebone Mountain. He immediately left with Bebe, and then entered their metallic lifeform, quickly advancing towards the Abyssal Mountain.
The Netherworld. Northbone Prefecture. The lair of the bandits of the eighteen mountain ranges. One of the mountain ranges.
Dark clouds swirled in the air above like a black dragon, covering the night sky. The bloody, devilish moon could faintly be seen.
George was currently seated before the window to his room, his head raised as he stared towards the eerie, bloody moon.
“The wealth I have accumulated should be enough to buy a house within the city.” George was musing to himself. “More importantly, I need to find a chance to go to the city. Right…three months later, a caravan will be sent to the city to sell off some things that we’ve robbed. Three months from now, then!”
This entire time, George had been slowly, unhurriedly waiting. Although he was a steward for these bandits, in charge of dividing up the wealth, George didn’t dare to embezzle too much. Still, having spent so many years as an official, he was in charge of the wealth for these experts, most of whom only knew how to train and to kill but knew nothing about financial management. Thus, it was a fairly relaxed position for him. Over the years…the bandits had become quite fond of George.
As they saw it, this steward was generous and kind, and divided things up fairly. Everyone agreed with his judgments.
Suddenly…
“Twelfth Bro!” A bellow echoed out.
“Who is it?” George frowned, immediately heading to the living room.
Quite a few people emerged from within the castle. The leader of this mountain branch, a big, bald fellow, strode out as well. “Hey, Boss. What’s the rush?” As he spoke, he took his guards to go welcome the person. He could tell that the speaker was the chief of the eighteen mountain ranges.
The light of the eerie, bloody-red moon seemed to cover the entire mountain range with a layer of blood.
“Twelfth Bro, hurry up!” A deep voice echoed.
George was behind the big, bald fellow. By now, George also recognized the bearded dwarf who arrived, alongside a violet-robed, golden-haired man. The bearded dwarf was the chief of their eighteen mountain ranges, ‘Kleopatra’. “Who is the person next to the chief?” George was rather puzzled. How was it that there was a person amongst their ranks he didn’t recognize, and yet held a high rank?
“The person next to me is the Seven Star Specter, Lord Beverly [Be’wei’li].” The bearded dwarf said.
The bald man immediately bowed. “Milord.”
The violet-robed, golden-haired man gave him a calm glance, but then his gaze fell upon George who stood behind the bald man. George, seeing this, was secretly shocked. “Why is this Seven Star Specter staring at me?” As George saw it, an expert on the level of a Seven Star Specter was definitely one of the supreme experts of the Netherworld.
“You are George, yes?” The violet-robed, golden-haired man said calmly.
“Uh…yes.” George was shocked.
“In your previous life, did you come from the Yulan Plane?” A rare hint of a smile appeared in the eyes of the violet-robed, golden-haired man.
George was stunned, but he still nodded in acknowledgment.
“Very good. Follow me.” The violet-robed man said.
“Milord Beverly, dare I ask, why are you taking George away?” The bald man said hurriedly. He had been very satisfied with George being his steward over these many years; George carried out all tasks fastidiously, making it so that he hadn’t had to worry about anything. He truly didn’t want to let George leave.
The violet-robed man couldn’t help but frown.
“Twelfth Bro.” The big bearded dwarf couldn’t help but bark in rebuke.
“Chief, let me follow him.” George felt grateful to the bald man for standing up for him right now, but he also knew that the request of a Seven Star Specter was something which these bandits wouldn’t dare refuse.
“George…” The bald man looked at him, then slapped George on the shoulders.
George squeezed out a smile as well, but his heart was filled with a sour feeling. “I had prepared for so many years. We were about to go to the city…why did this person suddenly appear to take me away? It’s hard to predict what will happen on this trip. By the looks of it, my reunion with Third Bro and the others will become even more difficult.”
“Don’t worry, this isn’t a bad thing for you.” The violet-robed, golden-haired man gave him a sidelong glance, then said calmly, “The Sovereign made these arrangements.”
“The Sovereign?”
George and the surrounding people were shocked.
“You. Follow me.” The violet-robed man looked at George and spoke in a calm voice.
“Yes.” George didn’t dare to disobey, but in his heart, he was utterly mystified. “I’m just a minor figure. Why would I attract the interest of a Sovereign to the point of sending someone for me?” George didn’t understand, but all he could do was follow this Seven Star Specter and depart.