Chapter 1114: Something Big Has Happened
Morgan, that guy, is just lucky. If he knew that "Matthew Merlin" was probably just using him as a test subject, would he still be so close to him? The fact that he’s not dead is already good fortune…
Forget it, since Matthew Merlin didn’t come, Morgan will do. Let that fool regret it properly!
Diras’s face showed a hint of regret as he spoke to Morgan in a cool, indifferent tone.
"Lord Morgan, I think you’ve misunderstood something. I didn’t come here today for your so-called transformation potion. Isn’t it just Beast God’s Blood? It’s not like no one knows about it…"
Diras acted as though he’d known all along, and Morgan’s face instantly turned horrified.
Damn, how did that idiot know about the Beast God’s Blood?
Damn it, who told him? Damn it, it must’ve been this despicable guy sneaking around and spying. Maybe one of my own idiots let it slip, and he happened to overhear!
But does this fool Diras really think that just knowing Beast God’s Blood is the raw material means he can threaten us now?
How naive. If simply knowing that the transformation potion’s raw material is Beast God’s Blood was enough to break through to Sky Rank, wouldn’t everyone be able to do it?
Without Archmage Leon, even if they had a hundred drops of Beast God’s Blood, it’d be no better than a pile of garbage!
"Lord Diras, so what if you know? There are plenty who know the value of Beast God’s Blood, but only Archmage Leon can turn it into a transformation potion!
Do you really think knowing this secret means you can threaten us? Too naive…"
Morgan sneered at Diras with utter disdain, but Diras only grinned triumphantly.
"Lord Morgan, the truly foolish one here is you. Matthew Merlin is just a creator from the Andalusia Kingdom, and you know exactly what kind of backwater place Andalusia is—what kind of alchemists could they possibly have?
Besides, this is the blood of gods and demons. Only the oldest mage towers know how to handle it, only they have ancient records and know the proper methods.
Matthew Merlin is just a young mage, this so-called creator—who knows how much of that is exaggerated…
Only a place like the Burning Tower, one of the oldest mage towers, is truly trustworthy.
I’m already cooperating with Lord Dida La of the Burning Tower. All I need is a single drop of Beast God’s Blood for research, and the final results will be mine—I won’t have to pay any other price.
And those powerful alchemists at the Burning Tower are already at the final stage of their research. Most of the work is done, and in a few days, they’ll be able to harness the power within Beast God’s Blood.
Once the research succeeds and we guide the fusion of that power, we’ll immediately gain a new alchemist on our side.
And our method isn’t like those alchemical potions—where a single bottle can only be used by one person, and the success rate is so low you’re always worried about wasting Beast God’s Blood.
As long as we finish the final alchemical device, all we’ll need in the future is Beast God’s Blood, and we can endlessly help mages complete their ultimate transformation.
Soon, the cooperation between the Shadow Tower and the Burning Tower will let both our factions rapidly produce a whole wave of Sky Rank powerhouses.
Even in the future, we’ll keep using this alchemical device, letting our ninth-rank Title Archmages from both factions undergo the ultimate transformation and become Sky Rank powerhouses.
Heh, Lord Morgan, you know as well as I do—every ancient mage tower has plenty of ninth-rank Title Archmages who’ve never managed to transform, piling up over the years.
Once those ninth-rank Title Archmages complete the ultimate transformation, every mage tower will gain several, maybe even a dozen, Sky Rank powerhouses in no time. At that point, forget those dumb orcs with magma and muscle for brains—even Northend World won’t be able to stand against us!"
Diras lifted his chin, looking proud, and even shot Morgan and the surrounding mages a contemptuous glance. The disdain on his face made it seem like just being in this temporary camp was an insult to him.
Morgan’s face was filled with barely concealed shock. He looked at Diras, opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a single word.
Damn, even the Burning Tower knows now, and they’re about to finish their research—and it’s for an alchemical device, not just a potion?
Damn it, that idiot Diras—how… how is this even possible…
Morgan was so stunned by the news he couldn’t speak, while Diras grinned smugly.
Morgan, that fool, is way too naive—sucking up to Matthew Merlin for a potion that might not even succeed. No, not just ‘might not’—there’s only a tiny chance it’ll work even once.
Last time, who knows what kind of dumb luck got them a success. But can they really compare to the Burning Tower?
The Burning Tower made an alchemical device that can be used over and over. I overheard their alchemists talking—they said making potions is the simplest method, but it’s also the least reliable. Only by creating an alchemical device are you on the right track…
Remember, that’s Beast God’s Blood we’re talking about. Every single drop needs a hundred Pseudo Sky Rank Mana Crystals from Pseudo Sky Rank Beasts. Even I’ve only managed to scrape together enough crystals to exchange for one drop of Beast God’s Blood. The weaker ones probably haven’t even got half the crystals needed for a single drop…
Morgan’s mind was a tangled mess. He never imagined things would get this out of hand…
Diras’s eyes flickered, and with a smile he lowered his voice.
"Lord Morgan, I’m not telling you this just to mock you. After all, we’ve fought side by side before—we’re the closest of friends.
Now that I’ve found a better way, how could I forget about you?
You really don’t need to envy anyone, and you don’t need to regret staying here…
Lord Dida La isn’t like that greedy vampire Matthew Merlin. With Matthew Merlin, you paid a hefty price just for one transformation potion, didn’t you?
Look—you have to exchange your own Beast God’s Blood as material, prepare all those extra ingredients yourself, and even hand over half of the Pseudo Sky Rank Mana Crystals you hunted from Pseudo Sky Rank Beasts to Matthew Merlin.
Are you really okay with that?
After all, we’re all from the Odin Kingdom, and we’re the closest of friends. If you ever want to join us, we’ll welcome you with open arms.
Lord Dida La would never make his closest friends pay such a steep price. As long as you have Beast God’s Blood, you can use the alchemical device the Burning Tower developed.
No extra cost at all—see, now that’s a real offer. That’s what true friends should do."
Diras coaxed Morgan with gentle persuasion, though his face was full of barely concealed pride.
He was practically telling Morgan, ‘If you don’t join us, just keep on envying and being jealous. If you do, the terms and benefits are way better than anything Matthew Merlin offers.’
Morgan’s mind was a total mess. Hearing Diras’s words and seeing his smug smile, his anger erupted.
Damn it, is that idiot Diras trying to insult me?
As a member of the Henry Family, our ancestral teaching is that there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Everything has a price, and the unseen price is always harsher and heavier than the one you see.
That idiot doesn’t want anything in return, just wants me to join him outright? Damn bastard—if I did, I’d probably be cannon fodder the next time danger came along.
Go over there? That’s an insult to the intelligence of a Henry Family member.
That petty schemer—does he really think his little tricks can fool the great Morgan Henry, a man of true wisdom? He’s just digging his own grave…
Smug little groundhog—always the first to die. Idiot, just keep basking in your fresh pile of crap!
Hope you die of pride! Laugh all you want—just don’t laugh yourself to death!
Morgan gritted his teeth, face dark with anger, and squeezed out a sentence through clenched jaws.
"Lord Diras, thanks for your kindness, but I have things to do, so I won’t see you out!"
With that, Morgan turned and hurried away, leaving Diras standing there.
Diras’s face was beaming as he called out loudly.
"Lord Morgan, if you ever make up your mind, you can come find me anytime—my offer stands."
The surrounding mages—whether Leon’s subordinates or Henry Family mages—all glared at Diras with hostility.
Diras sneered, looking at them with utter contempt.
"These people—even if they reach the end of their lives, they’ll never get a chance to break through to Sky Rank. Just a bunch of pathetic weaklings."
Diras turned and strode off, his two subordinates trailing behind. They looked at the mages in the temporary camp as if they were hopeless losers.
"Lord Diras, there’s no need to bother with these people. They have no hope—they probably don’t even qualify to use Beast God’s Blood. Among them, there may not be a single one who can break through to ninth-rank Title Archmage.
Just a bunch of trash…"
"Lord Diras, we don’t need to bother with these pitiful fools. What’s so great about following Leon or Morgan? In the end, they’ll get nothing. But if they follow Lord Diras, they’ll have a chance to achieve the ultimate transformation and become Sky Rank powerhouses.
If you ask me, that Leon is just tricking all this trash. Once Lord Diras breaks through to Sky Rank, anyone who dares resist will be wiped out…"
Diras swaggered out of the temporary camp, happily heading back to the Burning Tower’s camp. Seeing the alchemists at the temporary lab already working on the alchemical device, he couldn’t help but break into a cheerful grin…
Meanwhile, Morgan, having heard the news, hurried off to find Leon.
He found Leon still busy at the alchemy workstation, and Morgan grew anxious.
"Archmage Leon, stop what you’re doing—something big’s happened, something terrible!"