Chapter 139: He’s lying, isn’t he?

Chapter 139: He’s Lying,?
“Heh heh heh heh heh ……” the evil spirit chuckled low and showed his teeth at the trembling Wright on the ground, “Do you guys think I’m stupid?”

Saul, who was hiding in his mental body, surprisingly felt a sense of agreement with the Evil Spirit’s words.

“Is Senior Byron lying to the Evil Spirit? But how could an evil spirit believe such a thing? Or is Elder Byron dragging his feet?”

Wright was trampled underfoot and could only tilt his head back to look helplessly at Byron and inwardly pray that the Evil Spirit was indeed a fool.

In short, the living dead and half-dead present all did not believe what Byron said.

Perhaps because it was only Byron’s phantom that was present, he appeared calm.

“I know you think I’m lying to you, but I hope you can give me a few words of your time. There is naturally a reason why I came to you. The Khema family that you are a member of and we, the Golza Witch Tower, are related by marriage.”

“Ha!” The evil spirit named Morton gave a short laugh, “Is it surprising that the Khema Empire did not overthrow after my death? Or have my descendants been reduced to beasts that can only procreate?”

Byron’s face did not change, “After you died in battle in the Valley of the Drooping Hand, a great sorcerer stepped in to mediate the war. Although both the Khema and Knares empires were demoted to duchies, at least a portion of the territory was preserved, and your family was able to continue on.”

Morton still had a mocking look on his face, “They would give up the resources that came to them? Are you lying to the devil?”

Sol, Wright: “……”

Byron continued, “Because of the battle in the Drooping Hand Valley, the wizards in the western region almost died out, and there were forces from other wizard continents that took the opportunity to enter the western region and divide the resources. In order to maintain the stability of the western region, the forces signed the Treaty of the West.”

Morton’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t make any more sarcastic remarks, and seemed to be somewhat convinced.

Byron hastened to strike while the iron was hot, “In fact, our Wizard Tower originated from the wizard forces of other continents. So you don’t have to worry about us having a grudge.”

Morton narrowed his eyes and said grimly, “Then why did you come to me? And sent you, a no-good third level apprentice, over?”

He leaned forward and exerted force under his feet, “Do you really think I’ve been dead for a long time and have become stupid?”

Wright was immediately stomped and wailed.

Morton, disgusted with his noise, lifted his foot and stomped on Wright’s mouth again.

“Make another sound and I’ll send your mouth to the back of your head!”

Wright hastily held back the pain, not daring to make another sound.

Morton looked up again, as if waiting for Byron’s explanation.

“He …… seems to be starting to believe it.” Saul looked at Morton and Byron incredulously.

Byron’s tense face relaxed slightly when he saw that Morton was willing to continue listening to his reasoning.

He quickly swept over Bill and Wright on the ground and pursed his lips before speaking, “Because of the western treaty we are not good at coming to you openly, we can only send a few inconspicuous third level apprentices first to sneakily look for you under the name of searching for resources in the periphery.”

“As for why we are looking for you …… Do you remember your great granddaughters, Miss Yura and Kira?”

Sol’s eyes widened.

The name Yura was not one he had ever heard of, but wasn’t Kira the same second-ranked sorcerer who had once come to the Sorcerer’s Tower and strutted her stuff even to the tower’s master?
Could Byron be telling the truth?
Wright had probably heard both names as well and stared in amazement, just not daring to make the slightest sound again.

And Morton fell into remembrance after hearing those two names.

It was difficult for an evil spirit to recall the good things that had happened to him in life.

After a long silence, Morton finally raised his head, “Yes, my two great-granddaughters, they were only three years apart, yet both had the gift of sorcery. We celebrated that for three months at the time.”

Byron bowed slightly and curtsied, “One of your great-granddaughters, the beautiful Miss Yura, is none other than the wife of our tower master.”

Saul’s arm, which was holding his chin, went limp, and his head slid right off his palm.

He thought back to Golza, whose entire body was wrapped in pink bandages, and wondered what use such a person would have for a wife.

Elder Byron, really, wasn’t that a lie? On the contrary, it was Wright on the ground whose eyes blinked slowly, revealing a thoughtful look.

However, when Morton heard it, he frowned, suspicion creeping back into his eyes, ”Yura? That nature of hers, she doesn’t care about anything but experimental research, how could she possibly marry someone?”

Byron: “Maybe it’s because our tower master is a second-ranked sorcerer just like you were in your lifetime.”

Morton raises his eyebrows, “That’s outstanding indeed. No wonder Yura was moved one day. But how do you prove that you didn’t make up a story to fool me?”

Byron stroked his chest in a salute and solemnly said, “For the sake of the Kemah family and the Witch Tower, the Tower Master instructed me to secretly search for you, and he believed that such a great man as you would not easily disappear. I have come here many times and have been unsuccessful, and today I have finally met you. But I don’t have any proof on me, because this matter must never be known to outsiders.”

Morton suddenly kicked his foot again with such force that Wright jerked in pain, but suppressed his voice, not daring to scream.

“Ridiculous, even if you have no proof, then why did you run when you met me underground? Now also take a vain shadow to face me, what are you afraid of?”

Byron’s face didn’t change as he lowered his eyes, “You’ve changed a bit, I didn’t recognize you at first. It wasn’t until later that I realized who you were. As for the phantom …… I am now in a very deep underground, time is running out, and I can’t fly, so I can only use this method to communicate with you.”

Morton stared at Byron for a moment before finally releasing his foot from stepping on Wright.

Wright, who had been convulsing, finally relaxed, only his face was so badly injured that he could no longer see anyone.

The temperamental nature of the evil spirits, he kind of experienced it all at once.

Morton clasped his hands to his chest and raised his chin, “So now that you’ve found me, are you going to go back and report it? After saying so much, you want me to let you go?”

“Quite the opposite, I would like to ask Lord Morton to come to me. Although I found you, I can see that you are not in too good of shape. Lady Yura has anticipated this situation, and she taught me a sorcery spell beforehand that can help stabilize your consciousness, and when she finds the opportunity, she will come over to pick you up.”

“Where are you?”

“Exactly where we met you, here in Soulstorm.”

Morton’s eyes immediately dangled, “You think I’m going to be fooled by you guys?”

Seeing that Morton seemed to be going mad again, Byron hastened to speed up his speech.

“The soul storm here is very small in scale, and after being disturbed by us, its state is already very unstable and could collapse at any time. But I remember that only part of your spirit body left the soul storm, if we really wait for the soul storm to collapse, then it will be difficult to find the remaining part of your spirit body.”

The lack of a soul would bring irreparable harm to Morton, and it was impossible for him to not care about this matter.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Morton’s eyes shifted for a while, one moment of hesitation, the other of anger.

In the end, both expressions appeared on the left and right half of his face at the same time.

Morton finally cleared his thoughts and said in a stern voice, “That storm contains the soul fragments of hundreds of people, even I myself can’t maintain my integrity, what can you, a third level apprentice, do?”

Byron said, “Lord Morton, although I am only a third level, I have studied souls and corpses in the Sorcerer’s Tower for more than ten years, and I am slightly more accomplished in this area, or else the Lady wouldn’t have sent me, much less given that spell to me. That spell formation can help you retrieve part of your lost soul and maintain your stability so that the Yourav can help you get out of here.”

Morton finally slowed his speech, “Did Yuraf really send you?”

“If I wanted to escape, there was absolutely no need to use the precious Phantom Stone to contact you. If I wanted to set a trap to harm you …… honestly, even I don’t think I could succeed.”

Seeing that Morton was somewhat moved, Byron hastened to add more fuel to the fire.

“Lord Morton, the Soul Storm can’t support it for much longer, you won’t lose anything by just coming over to take a look. I can submit everything about the spell formation for your inspection, and you decide whether to do it or not.”

Morton bowed his head, he was really starting to think about it.

Saul, who was sitting on his diary and watching the show, patted the diary underneath him with a dumbfounded expression, “Hey, old diary brother, is this person in front of us really Senior Byron?”

Third shift, it’s afternoon, no mistake.

(End of chapter)