Quadruple split.

Chapter 2921 The Evil Eye King’s Expectations
"Unfortunately, I am not the kind of king who is great enough to remember everyone's name."

The Evil Eye King gazed at the Black Lizard Hunter kneeling before him and asked calmly, "What is your name?"

"Li Hualong".

The lizardman immediately answered in a deep voice.

The Evil Eye King repeated with great interest, "What did you say your name was?"

"Li Hualong, Your Majesty."

The man slightly raised his head, met the eyes of the Evil Eye King, and calmly explained, "I am from another world."

"Ha, I'm sure of it."

The Evil Eye King sneered, then turned to look at Yermah standing beside him and said indifferently, "You let someone who is very likely a spy for the Black Brahma priest infiltrate the Black Lizard Hunt."

Yermah smiled and said softly, "It was my dereliction of duty."

"Okay, I'll be more careful next time."

Having just ordered the execution of Il-Pid with astonishing efficiency, the Evil Eye King casually brushed aside Yermah's 'mistake,' offering only a perfunctory remark before turning back to the kneeling Li Hualong: "I'm curious, how do you intend to convince me to entrust such an important mission to you, my otherworldly friend?"

“I don’t know how to convince you, Your Majesty.”

Li Hualong shook his head and said calmly, "I have no reason to convince you to dispel your doubts, nor do I have any strong evidence to prove that I am harmless. My only asset is that I am very capable, at least more capable than that fool who was just executed by Commander Yermah."

The Evil Eye King leaned lazily against his throne and asked, "Isn't it perfectly normal to be better than a fool?"

"Yes."

Li Hualong lowered his head and replied, "I have nothing to say."

"hehe."

The Evil Eye King couldn't help but laugh, and asked curiously, "So you mean that, as an otherworldly being with inherent suspicions, you not only volunteered to take over Il's incredibly important mission, but also revealed your identity as an otherworldly being, and in the end, because you couldn't prove your stance and abilities... you had nothing to say?"

Li Hualong lowered his head even further: "...It was my oversight."

"I feel like you're playing me."

The Evil Eye King sighed and said with some helplessness, "Logically speaking, I should kill you."

Yermah's gaze narrowed slightly, and he gently pushed the long sword at his waist a little further with his thumb, a thin but deadly killing intent beginning to spread.

"But I'm in a good mood today."

Evil Eye King waved his hand, signaling Yelma to put the knife back, and said with a light laugh to Li Hualong, "Tell me about yourself. Well said. I won't pursue the matter of you infiltrating the Black Lizard Hunt. Very well said. I might consider your offer just now."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A hint of joy flashed in Li Hualong's eyes, and he said seriously, "I am a big data actuary, and also a psychologist. I currently work for an internet technology company, and I graduated from..."

"Well said, please continue."

The Evil Eye King lowered his eyes and said calmly, "You have ten seconds left."

“The girl I like became a fan of Pastor Black Vane, and I was very unhappy about that. That was my motivation.”

Li Hualong immediately quickened his pace and said succinctly, "I have the ability to replace Il. My expertise is relevant, and I am skilled at understanding psychology. Let me try, and I can prove myself."

The Evil Eye King smiled and nodded, saying, "Very good, very sincere. You've convinced me. Get up."

"Kings!"

Li Hualong stood up excitedly, and said with delight, "You mean..."

"I grant you the right to succeed Il."

The Evil Eye King waved his hand lazily and said, "Go do it, and let me see the results in the shortest possible time."

"Yes!"

Thus, Li Hualong, who had originally been assigned to guard the main hall entrance, left happily under the complicated gazes of his new colleagues.

Then--

"Okay, where were we?"

The Evil Eye King glanced around at his various 'friends' below the throne, each with a different expression and an uneasy demeanor, then clapped his hands lightly: "Oh, by the way, who remembers what I just told Il?"

【? ! 】

The group exchanged bewildered glances, initially thinking they had misheard. It wasn't until they recognized the king's words in each other's eyes that they realized it wasn't a problem with their hearing.

“I… I still remember Your Majesty’s instructions to Il.”

An unremarkable female lizardwoman, whose voice suggested she wasn't very young (her appearance hardly betrayed her age), slowly stepped out of the line, knelt before the Evil Eye King, and hesitated, saying, "But didn't you just send that... Lord Li Hualong down to handle that matter?"

"I'm not so bored that I can't even tolerate a unique clown performance."

The Evil Eye King raised a slight smile and said softly, "But we're not foolish enough to let someone like that convey our message to the world, Gari."

Gali Barmila, who served as the deputy chief of staff of the Black Lizard Hunt and had worked under Il-Pid for a long time, was taken aback at first, then smiled with relief and said seriously, "I understand, Your Majesty."

"Now that you understand, go and do what you're supposed to do."

The Evil Eye King nodded slightly, then wearily closed his eyes: "Everyone else, get ready as well. In the coming days, I will occasionally summon one of you, or I may call you all together to discuss the next action. Stay alert and don't let me down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Having grown accustomed to the Evil Eye King's increasing inability to concentrate on tasks for extended periods, the crowd responded in unison, then bowed to Yermah and tactfully departed. Soon, only the Evil Eye King and Yermah remained in the main hall.

"It costs a lot."

After confirming that the presence of all bystanders, including the Black Lizard Hunters, had vanished, Yelma abruptly turned to look at the Evil Eye King, who was still slumped on the throne, looking somewhat exhausted, and hesitated before saying, "Your body..."

"As expected, I couldn't hide it from you, Uncle Yermah. Of course, I never intended to hide it from you."

The Evil Eye King grinned, then opened his eyes, which had turned almost completely dark green, and were not only exceptionally bright but also quite spirited. He gave Yermah a sly smile and said, "It's just as you think. Although I am still terminally ill and could die suddenly at any moment, I am healthier than ever before."

"Despite being terminally ill... he was healthier than ever before."

Yermah frowned, staring at Fyodor's dark green eyes, his expression a stark contrast to the latter's relaxed demeanor. He asked with a heavy heart, "So, what exactly happened? What did you do, Fyodor?"

"Don't worry, this is not a final burst of energy before death. I am well aware of my physical condition. At least for now, it is just burning quietly, slowly consuming the rest of my life force at a pleasant pace."

Fyodor shook his head, stood up decisively as if he were a different person, and gently clenched his fist: "You can think of it as the artifact I found before, before it completely lost its value, played some unimaginable role, gave me a little temporary health, and taught my body how to deceive itself."

Because the man who called himself the God of Whispers left behind some ambiguous and intriguing words before he left, Fyodor did not reveal the whole conversation between himself and the man, but only gave Yermah a relatively vague explanation.

After all, he knew very well that his conversation with that evil god in the inner sanctum was something that the old man beside him, who treated him like his own son and had dedicated his youth, ambition, power and loyalty to him, could not touch, understand or imagine. So rather than adding to the other party's troubles, he would rather gloss over the process and only talk about the result.

"In short, my Uncle Yelma, the Evil Eye King can finally shed the burden of this body and have a proper game of chess with the Black Brahma Priest who forcibly placed this land into the game."

Fyodor laughed heartily, the green in his eyes deepening: "It's not just about determining superiority or inferiority, but also about deciding life and death."

Yermah shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Fedo, you should know very well that the Black Brahma priest is from another world. Even if he dies, he is just starting over with a different identity. But you are different."

"But I know even better that even if I do nothing, this body will collapse in a short time."

Fyodor shrugged and chuckled, “If I had to die, Uncle Yermah, do you think it would be better for me to take my last breath quietly, like a worm in a gutter, or to draw the curtain on my life in front of countless witnesses?”

Yermah: "...That Grand Knight Commander of the Fertile Cult once gave you a chance."

"That was certainly an opportunity, but it was also the worst way I could imagine living."

Fyodor walked slowly to the center of the main hall, and deep, dark energy began to flow around his body. He slowly opened his arms and said to Yerma without turning his head: "I hate the filth of the surname Goron, I hate the weakness of the name Fyodor, so at least... I will die with the identity of [Evil Eye King] that I earned with my own hands."

"Your wishes."

Yermah gave a wry smile, then knelt on one knee and whispered the oath of the guardian knight to Fyodor's back: "My longsword."

"Let's look forward to it together..."

The Evil Eye King took a deep breath, slightly raised his chin, and murmured, "I look forward to seeing what kind of magnificent stage that understanding otherworldly priest has prepared for me."

……

"if you can……"

At the same time, on the small balcony on the second floor of the Skolke Great Alchemy Workshop, Mo Tan leaned back in his chair listlessly, his eyes half-closed, and muttered in a very unmotivated tone, "I really hope that Evil Eye King will die of illness in the next second."

"Oh."

Luna, who was cleaning up Lysa's mess at the alchemy table inside the room, casually responded and at the same time swiftly reached out with her hands, holding a red gel-like substance with ridiculously high activity in mid-air, and then smoothly tossed it into the ice bucket in the corner: "So, will that Evil Eye King die of illness?"

"Uh……"

Mo Tan tilted his head and glanced at the alchemy table in front of Luna, which was piled with at least seventeen or eighteen lively [Fire Poison Gel]s and constantly sizzling. He hesitated and asked, "Um, are you okay?"

"no problem."

Luna used the four long needles held between her left fingers to poke the two pieces of gel, tilting her head to avoid the scalding liquid gushing out of the gel, and threw the needles and gel into the ice bucket: "There's nothing wrong with Lysa's experimental process, but she was too hasty in the final 'tempering' process, so these things grew a lot of unnecessary proliferation. If it were just a few pieces, it would be fine, but if there are many... it's not something she can handle."

Mo Tan glanced at the harpy alchemy apprentice, who was slumped limply in a corner on the second floor of the workshop, having been blasted away by the shockwave just two minutes ago and lost consciousness in mid-air, and sighed, "So, why did you let this child conduct such dangerous experiments?"

“Harpies have an extremely high sensitivity to alchemy, and Lysa is one of the most talented among harpies. In addition, I am her mentor, so she can just look at my notes for those risk-free experiments without needing to practice in practice.”

Although Luna had been saying that Ryza was a chatterbox, she would also become a bit talkative when talking about Ryza. She shook her head, raised her hand and popped the red bubble on the largest gel, and casually said, "So since she wants to grow up quickly, I will naturally arrange the most suitable topics for her."

Luna paused slightly, then lowered her left hand and continued to work on the gel with her fluid, almost languid, movements.

"Wait a moment."

Mo Tan stood up abruptly, walked quickly to Luna's side, and asked, "Were you injured just now?"

"No."

Luna shook her head and gently nudged Mo Tan: "Stay away, this thing is very hot."

"wrong."

Mo Tan, unusually nimb, dodged the other's shove and, with a thief-like skill, quickly moved to Luna's side, grabbing her left hand hidden in her sleeve: "Let me see it."

Because this person had no distracting thoughts at this moment, and his actions were within the normal range, he was not stopped by the system. He easily pulled Luna up slightly, and the wide sleeves of his robe slid down with inertia, revealing her fair, slender, smooth, and delicate arms.

It was so delicate it looked like it could be broken with a touch... but it wasn't broken.

There were no wounds, no burns, no blisters, and no redness or swelling.

No matter how you look at it, it's a very beautiful and healthy arm.

"Have you caught enough?"

Because her left hand was being held by Mo Tan, Luna, who could only turn her body slightly towards him, sighed and turned her gaze back to her alchemy table—

"Let go for a moment once you've had enough, I'm not finished yet."

Chapter 2912: The End