Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 380 Conditions
He Songling's conditions were very clear.

"First, accept that we are limited in our activities and that the Dark Lord can use wands and perform magic under my supervision."

"Second, allow me to return to the East with the results of the exchange, as well as some European magic, alchemy drawings, and potion formulas."

"What's the price?" asked Taber.

"After allowing me to leave, you must supervise the Dark Lord appropriately, but you cannot imprison him, you can only put him under house arrest. You can hand over your wand and not use magic, but you must provide a decent and dignified living environment, and you must not persecute him in any other way until he is within the prescribed range."

"Persecution? Huh, we persecute him?" Johnson whispered in dissatisfaction, but was stopped by the eyes of others.

"Anything else?" Taber seemed to have not seen the Dark Lord at all, and only asked He Songling.

"This is what couples who break up do. They pretend not to know each other. That's called 'not even friends anymore.'" He Songling's words made the two devils, Black and White, red and warm. They all took out their wands to hit him hard. But considering He Songling's performance of resisting the death curse just now, they pressed down at the same time.

"You are allowed to weaken and imprison the Dark Lord's magic to a certain extent, as long as you can do it, but it cannot endanger his life.

In addition, he will selectively pass on our research results to you, and I will also choose one or two Eastern magics to leave in Europe. Whether to use them for teaching or making buckles is up to you. "

"can!"

"No."

Taber and Johnson looked at each other.

Unexpectedly, the first person to say yes this time was Johnson, who had been shouting for war; and the one who said no was Taber.

"Taber, are you going to go against me?" Johnson gritted his teeth and said, "Since you have already said that you can't beat this Oriental man, you insist on angering him. What good will it do us?"

Johnson's sunk costs are very high now. After all, they really can't beat He Songling. He is afraid that if he doesn't agree, the conditions He Songling promised them will be invalid. Anyway, if He Songling forcibly takes the Dark Lord away, they have no way to deal with it.

Besides, it's Eastern magic! This is why He is so powerful. If I can figure it out, then wouldn't it be...

"The value of Eastern magic is not as high as you think." Taber ruthlessly interrupted Johnson's fantasy: "He only wants to give one or two methods, not a systematic path of cultivation. The Eastern system also requires cultivation from childhood, and it is more complicated than ours.

Even if you were given a complete cultivation manual, you wouldn't necessarily get any benefit from focusing on both, and you might even end up with less achievements than if you only practiced magic. The Eastern method was relatively simple and crude, and there was no scientific way to advance.

In their words, if you understand it thoroughly, then you understand it thoroughly. If you don’t understand it thoroughly, you will never understand it in this lifetime. It really depends on your talent.”

"What do you mean? Who did you say has no talent?" Johnson slammed the table in anger, and then helplessly found that everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"Obviously." Taber also spent some time with He Songling and learned the special ability to raise people's blood pressure.

"How ridiculous! I, I have no talent. I am the most talented student in our kindergarten!" Johnson was so angry that his eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

He was the second-ranked mage of the Emerald Society, the second…third best mage in Europe, and he had been the center of attention since he was a child. He had seen many geniuses, but they all called themselves geniuses. They were truly one in a million, one in a million.

Until he met Tabor, his dream of being invincible was shattered. Later, the Dark Lord appeared, and he was completely defeated. The most hurtful thing about trash talk is not how rough or dirty your words are. For people who are strong enough, one or two dirty words cannot shake them; the most hurtful thing is that you know what he said is true, you are extremely angry, but you can't refute it.

Lies won't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

"It's meaningless to talk about school days now. He's talent is obvious to all." The old lady mage said objectively: "We have two problems now. Taber, what else do you want? And He, how can you guarantee your promise, and after you leave, will the Dark Lord fulfill your promise?"

"I can't guarantee that." He Songling was happy: "Now there are two choices before you. Believe us, and then you can watch us take action with benefits; don't believe us, you won't get any benefits, and you can't beat us, so you will be forced to watch our actions. Choose one."

"You fucking..."

Now the old lady was also very angry.

"As for you, Brother Taber..." He Songling shook his Nascent Soul and used his innate Qi to directly transmit his voice into his Niwan Palace soul:

"Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. I've left a trap for the Dark Lord. If the old man has no other intentions, it's fine. If he does, his strength will be greatly reduced, and sooner or later he will be not much stronger than Johnson."

"Okay, in that case..." Taber was not a fool. He Songling didn't say anything. After a moment, he suddenly agreed to He Songling's suggestion. Anyone would become suspicious.

Although he had a good relationship with the Dark Lord, he also trusted He Songling. In his mind, as long as the Dark Lord didn't die, it would be fine if he lost his power, became an ordinary person, and no longer obsessed with his messy classification system.

So he waved the Wand of Death, and a huge firebird shot out from the end of the wand and flew towards He Songling.

"Fuck!"

"Taber, you're crazy!"

"You're crazy, Tubber, you're really crazy!"

No one in the Jade Society had expected that Taber would start a fight over a disagreement, and it happened right in the Jade Society's meeting room, in front of so many big shots. When everyone was negotiating, he suddenly attacked without any warning.

This was not a random attack. Taber knew He Songling's strength and showed no mercy. He used his strongest move. Of course, this magic controlled the range and did not affect the surroundings too much, but the power of the single attack was not reduced at all.

"Okay, okay, Taber, you're doing this, right?"

He Songling also looked enraged by the sudden attack. Suddenly, a foul smell appeared and three terrifying black shadows emerged from his body.

These three black shadows, like a swamp resurrected, continuously dripped black liquid, looking hideous and evil. They were even more terrifying than the Dark Lord who used the black magic "Phantom" in Death Mode.

They are none other than the “Three Corpses” of the Three Demon Sects.

The three corpses roared ferociously and rushed towards the oncoming firebird.

(End of this chapter)