Man on the ark, forced to become king

Chapter Sixty-One: The Immortal Black Serpent

Once the expert was taken care of, the rest became very simple.

Whether it was because Marquis Boris trusted the highly skilled men he had hired at great expense, or for some other reason, the mansion's internal defenses were exceptionally weak. Most of the Marquis's defenses were concentrated on the outside, leaving the inside virtually undefended.

Therefore, Lin Lu easily pushed open the door of the house and saw Marquis Boris inside.

Perhaps because the banquet had just ended, Boris was sitting in a specially widened chair, dressed in gorgeous and bulky aristocratic attire, his thick face full of astonishment, clearly not yet understanding the situation.

"Kado—!"

Noticing Kado following him into the room, Boris's astonishment turned to anger, and he was about to reprimand him, but he no longer had the chance to make a sound.

"Obey me."

With a flick of her wrist, Theresa conjured a jet-black crystal representing the power of the Demon King, enveloping Boris and instantly stripping him of control over his body.

In reality, this level of power wouldn't be needed to deal with an ordinary person.

However, he is, after all, a nobleman; who knows what special abilities he might possess?

Theresa didn't know if the nobles of Ursus had that habit, but the nobles of Kazdel were all very dangerous and difficult to deal with.

To ensure the entire process went perfectly, and in order to prepare for the subsequent memory modification, she did not hesitate and directly used a considerable amount of power. In terms of strength, let alone an ordinary person, even a mage proficient in Originium Arts might not be able to break free.

"Cado, from now on you stay outside the door and find a way to make anyone who comes to leave."

Seeing that Theresa had already started operating, Lin Lu pointed to the door, indicating that Icardo could go out.

This will take quite a while, and Kado's identity can be put to good use. As the city lord's secretary, he has considerable power as long as he does not go against the city lord's will, making him the most suitable person to do this.

"Yes, sir, I will certainly not let anyone else disturb you!"

Kado nodded fervently, as if he had received some extraordinary and glorious mission, and walked towards the door.

This appearance looked very strange, but Lin Lu didn't think much of it. She just felt that Theresa had done something. Influencing an ordinary person's thoughts and ideas was very easy for her, and she could do it with just a glance.

This is good too; it reduces a lot of unexpected events and saves time.

Moreover, doesn't this action truly demonstrate that Theresa acknowledges the Golden Tree and is willing to contribute to it?

Otherwise, she would never have used her power to influence the mental will of others.

Changes indicate a good thing.

"So, how long will it take?"

"It took about half an hour. It was my first time doing something like this, and it was easier than I expected."

A faint red light shone on Theresa's palm, and her expression gradually turned to disgust.

"What disgusting fellows. Are all the nobles of Ursus like this?"

If possible, she really wanted to slaughter this fat pig on the spot, obliterating its consciousness as well.

Marquis Boris's experience was a hundred times more disgusting than she had imagined!

"It's not just Ursus; most nobles are like that."

Even without seeing it with her own eyes, Lin Lu could guess a general idea from the marquis's daily behavior.

This is the result of putting the incompetent in high positions: they care about nothing but pleasure, and their barren minds do not allow them to think more flexibly.

Greed and desire have blinded them, leading them to make all sorts of foolish decisions driven by instinct.

Perhaps the Marquis Boris wasn't like this in his youth, but now he's beyond redemption. If all the things he's done were brought to light, he'd probably be sentenced to death dozens of times over under the laws of Ursus.

Unfortunately, the imperial power was weak. The once supreme emperor could not even control the territory outside of Saint-Germain. The interests of the entire country were completely divided up by greedy nobles and warlike armies, leaving only a desolate land.

The nobles, who were originally trembling with fear under the emperor's intimidation, have all become the absolute rulers of their own territories. No one can punish them, and even a minor marquis can do whatever he wants.

But it doesn't matter.

In just half an hour, this marquis could atone for his sins in the first half of his life.

Although the Golden Tree couldn't make any significant changes to Chernobog after gaining control of the city lord and other high-ranking officials, it would only be a good thing for the city's residents.

After all, there's no way things can get any worse.

After experiencing extreme exploitation and oppression, even the slightest change can be considered invaluable.

Lin Lu didn't consider herself a qualified king, nor did she have enough energy to gradually change Chernobog.

But he already has a suitable candidate, doesn't he?

As a native of Chernobog, Kado knows the city very well and wants to change its status quo. Under the constraints of the Golden Tree, he cannot betray it.

He didn't have the opportunity before, but once he truly has enough power to change Chernobog, he will do it without needing to be told.

All the Golden Tree has to do is wait.

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Chernobog, the Marquis's Mansion, banquet hall.

The consciousness that had been wandering in the shadows of the city returned and took over the empty body. The Liberian woman, who had been leaning motionless against the chair, trembled as if she had just woken from a deep sleep. This startled the whispering waiters around her who were trying to approach and check on her, and made many of them secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Many of the guests in the banquet hall had already left, but the nobleman remained in his original seat, seemingly asleep.

But how can a sleeping person's chest not rise and fall at all?

Some people had already guessed, but dared not believe it, and no one dared to be the first to go up and check the situation.

This is the Marquis's banquet. If any nobleman causes trouble in the banquet hall, everyone in charge of this banquet will face the Marquis's wrath.

Now that the person is alright and has even woken up on their own, that's naturally the best outcome.

"Sir, are you feeling unwell?"

The waiters exchanged glances. One of the older waiters gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward, cautiously asking a question that snapped Koschche out of his reverie as his consciousness returned to his body.

"It's nothing, don't worry about me."

Kosicche stood up from the chair, his movements slightly stiff, as if he were still a little clumsy, which was quite normal.

After all, her consciousness had completely left this body before, which was almost the same as being dead. Fortunately, her consciousness returned quickly; otherwise, if her body had been allowed to gradually stiffen, even if she had returned, it would have been of no use.

"Send everyone aside, I'll walk around by myself."

After dispersing the surrounding waiters, Kosicé turned his head to look in one direction, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

There, she felt a familiar presence, a power that had recently expelled her consciousness from her body. That eerie golden color still clung to that wisp of consciousness, preventing her from returning it to her body.

She didn't know what would happen if she brought that thing back, but it probably wouldn't be anything good.

With one body already destroyed, Chernobog had no other vessel to house her, so she had no choice but to risk returning here again.

Fortunately, it still works.

The situation at the Marquis's manor was not much different from what she had guessed. Those two people had approached Marquis Boris, and that fat pig should now have completely succumbed to the power of the Demon King.

The Sarkaz Demon King...

Just thinking about it filled Koschitch with dread; it was something far older than herself.

As an evil goddess who dwells on the earth, she can take on the bodies of others, transform into countless forms, transcend life and death, and look down upon this land.

And the Demon King... is her nemesis.

The power that directly affects will and even the soul is terrifying. In particular, the current Demon King has existed for more than two hundred years. Compared to the previous Demon King, her power has not only not faded, but has become even stronger.

What can a demon king at the peak of his power do?

Koschke didn't have a clear understanding of this, but one thing was certain: if that demon king really wanted to attack her regardless of the cost, she probably wouldn't be able to withstand it unless she hid away and went far away.

But now, hiding has become a luxury. Once this wisp of consciousness returns to its original form, the power hidden within it will point the way.

Perhaps, before that mysterious man is found, she can wear down that power?

The risks involved were so great that all her plans would collapse instantly, and she might even lose her life.

Reason told Kosiché that she was better off not gambling on that possibility.

Therefore, she didn't have many options left.

She can't escape; as long as that golden power remains, she'll be found no matter where she goes.

So, there's only one option left: follow up, try to communicate, and if necessary, pay some price to resolve the matter.

Chernobog is insignificant to Kosichek; he can easily give it away as a bargaining chip.

There are still many alternative plans in the plan, and there is still time. As long as the hidden dangers are eliminated, her plan can continue.

Most importantly, she seemed to have no other choice.

because……

A gaze, seemingly transcending countless obstacles and spatial distances, landed on her. In a daze, a blurry face seemed to emerge from the depths of her heart, its lips moving as if to say, "I see you."

As it turns out, even evil gods have moments of weakness. After a brief moment of thought, Kosiché made up his mind, and using his still not fully recovered body, slowly walked up to the second floor.

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Koschke's feeling was correct; the moment her consciousness returned to her body, Lin Lu felt the familiar blessing of the golden tree.

He never expected that after his consciousness was banished, Koschche would choose to return to that body again.

Is it because there are no other bodies available, or because they are worried that bringing the Golden Tree's blessing back to their main body would expose their location? Or do they have some other idea?