Spellcasting Gods

But now, the sudden arrival of this young man has disrupted everything.

"Knock? No! No need! I represent the master. You should understand that in front of him, including myself, there is no need for privacy." Allens glanced subconsciously at the princess, who had somehow regained her composure, his tone devoid of any politeness.

In fact, he already regarded Kerwin as an enemy who would betray him sooner or later, so he was far from being friendly. It was already a great consideration for the big picture that he didn't try to trip him up behind his back.

Chapter 1072 Enemy

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Kerwin, who was always very sensitive to hostility, noticed the attitude that the other party had inadvertently shown and subconsciously frowned.

He couldn't figure out where he had offended the young man in front of him, nor did he understand that his conspiracy not long ago had already been exposed to the public.

“No, I don’t want to do anything, I’m just following my master’s orders. Come on, give me some of your blood, and I’ll check which energies are working in your body. Don’t worry, you’re still my master’s dog, and as a servant, I won’t overstep my bounds.” Allens handed over a small knife and an empty bottle without any hesitation, completely disregarding the presence of outsiders.

Kerwin was clearly enraged, his fists clenched tightly, as if he would rush over at any moment and strangle the young man's thin neck to death.

But reason prevented the strong impulse arising from her subconscious. She gritted her teeth and cut a small wound in her palm, letting the dark red blood flow into the glass bottle.

After doing all this, he returned the bottle and knife, and growled coldly, "Get out of my sight! Maybe I'm a dog, but you're no better than me. At least for now, my position is irreplaceable, while you're just a errand boy and henchman. One day, you'll regret your rudeness and offense. I swear!"

"Ah! You useless babbling! Do you know? My master once told me that only the weak use words to vent their dissatisfaction and resentment, while the true strong always take action. Stop your ridiculous threats, don't think I don't know what you've been doing behind my back." Allens curled his lips slightly, his tone full of sarcasm.

Undoubtedly, he thoroughly enjoyed provoking his rivals and admiring their humiliating display of losing their composure, especially with a beautiful princess present.

The most vicious humiliation in the world is to completely expose the unknown side of your target in front of their most beloved person.

Everyone has their own dark side!

Everyone harbors negative emotions such as "selfishness," "jealousy," and "greed" in their subconscious.

Perhaps people with strong self-control can hide these feelings until late at night when no one is watching, and then they will find an opportunity to vent them silently alone.

However, many people, when provoked by external stimuli, cannot help but become angry and embarrassed, and even do some reckless things that they would never have imagined in normal times.

"Very good! I will remember what you said today!"

Kerwin's brutal and ruthless side completely erupted. He kicked over the table, turned around and left the room without looking back, even abandoning the princess he longed for.

As a tyrant, what he cares about most is always his own feelings. The only difference is that some of his tools are more valuable, like priceless jewels, and will always have the value of being collected and preserved.

Others are cheap dolls that will be discarded once the novelty wears off.

Watching Kerwin's furious figure disappear at the end of the corridor, Allens immediately smiled smugly and teased, "You think you can become a great emperor? No! You're just a dog by your master's side! No matter what achievements you make in the future, that will never change. Just you wait, I'll make you slowly accept it..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Princess Vilia, who had been listening from the sidelines for a while, finally couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward to ask, "Excuse me, who is the master you just mentioned? Could it be that everything Kerwin did was at someone's behest?"

"Hmph! Ignorant woman, you are not worthy to know these things. Instead of wasting your time trying to find out information, you should worry about yourself. As far as I know, in the last half month, at least six young women have been tortured and abused to death by Kerwin, and their bodies have been buried in the backyard of the castle. Of course, given your status, I don't think he will treat you the same as those commoners of low birth, but I believe it won't be much better."

As he said this, Allens' eyes gleamed with unbridled mockery.

As the power of chaos began to thrive within his body.

the reason is simple!

He was born into a merchant family and suffered oppression and humiliation from noble children of the same age from a young age. He was even treated as inferior when learning magic, which naturally sowed the seeds of hatred.

Princess Vilia shuddered involuntarily: "No! It can't be! I'd rather die than let that happen! Save me! I know you have the ability!"

"Hahahaha! Sorry, give me a reason. Why should I save you? Just because you are of noble birth? Or because you have a more beautiful face and figure than most women? Don't flatter yourself, Your Highness."

With a slightly cynical laugh, Allens once again used teleportation magic and vanished from the spot, leaving only a bewildered Princess Vilia in the room.

despair!

An unprecedented despair!

Having grown up in a pampered environment, she never imagined that one day she would end up in such a state.

"No! I must not give in to fate! There must be some other way!"

Princess Vilia, forcing herself to stay calm, slapped her cheeks hard, trying to calm herself down, while looking around for a way to escape.

Unfortunately, the reason this room was used as a temporary place for handling official business and resting was because after a detailed inspection, it was confirmed that there were no hidden passages or windows. The only exit was the main door, which was guarded by at least two knights, a squad of elite soldiers, and four steel golems.

With such a force, let alone a mere princess who couldn't even kill a chicken, even an experienced adventure team would be wiped out without a doubt.

Just as Vilia began frantically rummaging through her belongings, trying to find a weapon to defend herself or commit suicide, the tightly closed door suddenly opened, and an elderly man walked in.

With no time to hide her true feelings, she grabbed a small knife—whether for cutting meat or shaving—and shouted, "Get away! Don't come any closer! Don't come near me!"

Chapter 1073 The Princess's Request

"Hehe, don't be so nervous, dear Princess, I am not Kelvin." The old man smiled and raised his hands to indicate that he had no hostile intentions.

He was none other than Isolde, who had just returned from outside.

There was no doubt that he sensed the energy fluctuations of the portal, so he wanted to come and see what was going on.

Unexpectedly, they encountered such a ridiculous situation.

“You…you are Master Isolt?” Princess Vilia clearly recognized him, her pupils revealing surprise and excitement, but it quickly turned into suspicion.

Sensing the girl's intense emotional fluctuations, Isolte casually sat down and replied in a slightly hoarse voice, "That's right! It's me. Long time no see, Your Highness. Time flies. I vaguely remember the last time I saw you, you were just over ten years old, so naughty that Your Majesty the King had a lot of headaches. But now you've grown into a beautiful young lady."

"How did you end up here? Could it be..."

“That’s right! I joined Kerwin and am one of his most important partners.”

Before the princess could finish speaking, Isolde gave a direct and affirmative answer.

"Why? Why did you betray the kingdom?" Vilia demanded angrily.

She couldn't believe it in her wildest dreams that even the old man in front of her, who had never been interested in war and politics, had become the enemy of her father and even the entire country.

“There are no so many whys. Remember, in the adult world, there are often no choices. Although things have developed to this point, it's not what I wanted to see, but since a choice has been made, we must stick to it. It's regrettable, Your Highness, that your family is about to lose its centuries-old glory and decline, even face extinction. No one can reverse this, not your father, and not those dukes who are used to being high and mighty.” Isolte spoke her true feelings with great emotion.

“Impossible! You’re dreaming! The rebels will not succeed! The nobles and the people stand with the royal family! You are the enemy of the entire kingdom! My father and the dukes will join forces to defeat your ambitions!” Vilia retorted quickly.

Despite the flimsy and weak rebuttal, she still naively hoped that, as described in the story, one or more heroes would step forward to turn the tide.

Unfortunately, the reason the story is so beautiful and moving is precisely because it is not true.

The truth is often cruel. Almost all victors in history have used a lot of Machiavellian tactics, secretly tripping up their opponents, even at the cost of the interests and lives of the common people.

Isolte didn't take the girl's rebuttal too seriously, merely shaking his head dismissively: "Fine, if this makes you feel better, then please continue to be optimistic. But the result will definitely be the complete opposite of what you expect."

Clearly, the more he acted this way, the more a bad feeling Princess Vilia had. After hesitating for a moment, she cautiously probed, "Who is the master that Kerwin mentioned?"

"Master? Who told you that!" Isolt's pupils suddenly contracted, and powerful magic began to spread outwards unintentionally, putting immense pressure on the girl.

“It was… he mentioned it when he was talking to a young man.” Princess Vilia was clearly starting to catch her breath, and she spilled out everything she knew in fits and starts.

"It's Allens? So he was here!"

Isolt frowned instinctively, his mind preoccupied with wondering whether his former apprentice's sudden appearance was a personal act or at the behest of his master.

"Who exactly is the master? Is he spying on the kingdom's land?" As the immense pressure gradually subsided, Princess Vilia once again took the initiative to ask.

"Spying on the kingdom's land? Hahahaha! You've successfully made me laugh! No, my naive princess, the power of our master far exceeds your imagination. If he truly desired land, he could destroy all nations and unify the entire continent in just a few months. In reality, he's merely conducting some interesting experiments, and the annexation of kingdoms is Kerwin's own ambition and desire." Isolt laughed as she made a vivid analogy.

You see, he had personally witnessed how Zhang Cheng created monsters with magical abilities out of thin air, and he had also seen the steel golem assembly workshop located in the basement of the magic tower.

Faced with such unparalleled power, not to mention mere mortals, even gods would have to kneel down and submit.

Of course, this is on the premise that the gods worshipped by all sorts of messy religions actually exist.

Upon hearing this news, Princess Vilia immediately pleaded, "Please! Take me to see him! I want to see him!"

"To see the master? You?" Isolt raised an eyebrow, and scrutinizing expressions appeared on the faces around him.

He might have agreed to other requests out of consideration for their past relationship, but he didn't think he had the right to bring a stranger to see Zhang Cheng.

"What, is that not allowed?" Princess Vilia blinked innocently.

On one hand, she hoped to complete the tasks entrusted to her by her father and the Duke, and on the other hand, she hoped to escape this place as soon as possible and escape Kerwin's control, otherwise she would start having nightmares as soon as she closed her eyes.

Isolte noticed the other party's trickery, stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then quickly stood up and said, "Alright! I can help you this once! But only this once! I must remind you, in front of the master, you'd better put away all your self-righteous cleverness, and don't think that your princess status and beauty are something to rely on. In fact, in the master's eyes, you and I are no different from ants that can be crushed on the ground at any time."

“Understood! I swear!” Princess Vilia quickly assured her.

But what they were really thinking in their hearts, only they themselves probably know.

After all, habits and temperaments accumulated over many years cannot be changed easily.

This is like the declining European aristocracy in the late 19th century, who, despite their rollercoaster-like fall from grace, still maintained a sense of aristocratic superiority, believing themselves to be more noble than those money-grubbing businessmen and capitalists.

Especially bloodlines, which are considered life itself, must not be allowed to be tainted in the slightest, even if large-scale intimate intercourse leads to the frequent occurrence of various terrible diseases.

“I hope so. Come with me.” Isolt gave the other a meaningful look, stood up, and cast a teleportation spell, opening a portal to the magic tower.

As one of the first to join the group, he was qualified to directly enter the tower's teleportation chamber.

Chapter 1074 Past and Future

"So, what are your thoughts after visiting my home planet?"

Sitting in his room on the top floor of the tower, Zhang Cheng looked at Gru, who had just crossed a great distance, and asked with great interest.

He could sense that the ruler of the Chaos faction was in a very strange state, as if he were deep in thought, or as if he had come to some kind of enlightenment.

Clearly, this trip to Earth was quite valuable in their eyes.

Gru waved his insect-like forelimbs, hesitated slightly for a moment, and then replied in a somewhat uncertain tone, "It's hard to describe in words! You and the planet you were born on are a highly complex and contradictory place, completely different from my home planet. Because in our understanding, the collective is a society that must establish an absolute hierarchy and order from top to bottom, where every tiny individual must obey the will of the supreme ruler, who in turn has the obligation to ensure the continuation and development of the group."

"Oh? So you and your race are a species with highly dominant and submissive characteristics?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“That’s right!” Gru mimicked a human, gently nodding his oval head. “I’m sure you find it strange that someone like me, living in a highly ordered and unified group, would be more inclined towards chaos, right?”

“It is a little strange, but that’s not what intrigues me the most. On the contrary, what intrigues me the most is how you managed to break free from the influence of your environment and traditional ideas and forge your own unique path.” Zhang Cheng’s face gradually showed an expression of interest.

I can't help but be interested!

It's like in the world of ants or bees, suddenly a worker bee or worker ant is unwilling to repeat those heavy tasks day and night, and chooses to risk its life to leave the colony and pursue its own path of evolution.

In fact, due to genetic inheritance, neither worker bees nor worker ants can disobey the orders given by the queen bee or ant.

This means that the seemingly ugly and comical ruler in front of us is actually a mutant.

Gru undoubtedly sensed Zhang Cheng's thoughts at that moment and quickly explained, "Initially, like most people in my tribe, I lived a life of aimless wandering, only knowing how to complete the tasks assigned to me from above. I didn't know how to think, nor did I know what freedom or resistance was. But suddenly one day, my brain seemed to gradually become smarter. I began to notice my differences and started to think about what fairness, interests, and rights were. Why are some guys so high and mighty from the moment they are born, treating us as slaves and servants?"