The Last Sentinel

Outside the attic.

The mysterious merchant Godot, along with the necromancer and his uncle, stood on the veranda, all peering into the attic.

A faint silver-gray halo of law flowed through the attic window, the power of the rules that overflowed when the visa officer was working. Tiny specks of starlight floated in the air, landing on the three people's shoulders. Although the light was soft, it made people feel a sense of solemnity.

The wooden door to the attic was tightly closed, and not a sound could be heard from inside. No one knew what was happening inside.

The mage's uncle, dressed in an elegant aristocratic outfit—a brocade suit embroidered with dark gold magical patterns, a family crest pendant hanging on his chest—exuded gentlemanly manners. He strode forward, his gaze fixed on the tightly closed door of the attic, his eyes brimming with eagerness, his tone full of curiosity: "Sir, your nephew seems quite extraordinary."

"Him? He's nothing special." Godot coughed lightly, his face displaying a nonchalant air. Despite his attire exuding the shrewdness of a black hole merchant, with traces of cosmic dust from his voluminous black robes still clinging to the edges, his eyes deliberately held the arrogance of an ancient race. "Don't let my profession as a black hole merchant fool you. My race has a long and distinguished history, producing countless geniuses. The talent my nephew has shown is far from that of the most outstanding figures in our clan's past."

Upon hearing this, respect arose in the gentleman's eyes. He bowed slightly, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the cuff of his suit sleeve, and his tone became even more polite: "May I ask your noble surname?"

"This is not something I can disclose." Godot shook his head solemnly. "To be honest, I am just an unofficial member of the clan. I do the kind of lowly business that outsiders would call a black hole merchant, spending my days traveling between various void gaps to do business. I am a marginal figure in the clan and have no right to reveal the clan's name to outsiders. My nephew, on the other hand, is a pure-blooded descendant of the main lineage. His bloodline is innate. If you want to know, you can ask him yourself."

The gentleman nodded in understanding, his eyes filled with even greater admiration: "Indeed. The more ancient and powerful a family is, the stricter its rules and hierarchy. I suppose your family is an ancient bloodline that has survived since the Dark Ages!"

Godot raised his eyes and discreetly sized up the gentleman before him. His gaze swept over the magic runes on the man's suit, then fell on the necromancer standing quietly to the side. The young man was pale, and a very faint layer of necromancy surrounded him, but it was well concealed and did not leak out at all.

"Where are you from, sir?"

The gentleman quickly took out a gold-embossed business card from his pocket, presented it with both hands, and said in a manner that strictly adhered to aristocratic etiquette: "I am from the Demon Realm Continent. This is my business card. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

Godot reached out and took the business card. The moment his fingertips touched the card, he felt a barely perceptible energy fluctuation. He only glanced at the badge with a black starstone embedded on the back of the card, and his left hand, hidden under his wide sleeve, suddenly trembled violently.

A curse suddenly exploded in my mind.

Good guy!

These shimmering star-shaped stone particles are clearly vibranium from Jiuyu Lake Deutz!

Godot inwardly roared, "These spendthrifts! They actually used such rare materials to decorate their business cards! A small pinch of this material can be exchanged for a large amount of Tapolis, enough for an ordinary cultivator to cultivate peacefully for hundreds of years."

This is hardly a waste of resources; they should be dragged out and shot for ten thousand years!

He lowered his eyes, his fingertips tracing the edge of the business card, remaining silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on the badge, almost unable to resist the urge to pry the vibranium off it.

Seeing his expression, the gentleman felt uneasy, assuming the other man looked down on his business card. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, and he quickly tried to smooth things over: "Sir, please don't misunderstand. I am only from a collateral branch of the clan, and my status is indeed not illustrious. But my nephew's father is a direct descendant of the family. Come, nephew, quickly greet Lord Godot."

The necromancer beside him bowed slightly, displaying impeccable manners. He suppressed the necromancer power completely, without causing any impact.

Godot concealed the burning intensity in his eyes, coughed lightly again, and his expression returned to normal: "At the level of our families, we don't need to place too much importance on our background. To be able to sit here as a visa officer and pass through layers of virtual verification, our backgrounds are roughly the same."

The gentleman laughed heartily, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly: "Lord Godot is absolutely right! In that case, why don't we become friends!"

"I couldn't be happier." Godot's lips curled into a smooth smile. "I, Godot, have always loved making friends, and I especially admire scions of prominent families like yours."

Amidst their conversation, Godot moved with lightning speed, slipping the valuable business card into his pocket without anyone noticing. He even patted his pocket as if afraid of losing it by accident.

He secretly planned: Let's recover some health first.

To get Ye Feng into Pangu Academy, Godot had staked almost his entire life savings, betting everything he could, and nearly emptying his pockets of void goods and rare materials. He never expected that before Ye Feng even stepped into Pangu Academy, money would come knocking on his door.

It's simply unbelievable.

If Ye Feng successfully enrolls in the school in the future, wouldn't he make a fortune?

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the gentleman looked up at the tightly closed door of the attic. The aura of law flowed around the door, but there was still no sign of it being opened. His tone was tinged with envy: "Your nephew has not yet come out. He must be an unparalleled genius, otherwise the visa officer would not be waiting so patiently."

He paused, lowered his voice slightly, moved closer to Godot's side to avoid the Void Messengers coming and going in the corridor not far away, and tentatively opened his mouth.

"I mean, if—if your nephew is a 3A+ level genius."

I wonder if you, sir, could do me the favor of letting my nephew serve as your servant?

In this way, my nephew will also be able to take advantage of this opportunity to enter Pangu Academy for cultivation.

Upon hearing this, Godot frowned slightly, a troubled expression appearing on his face. He remained silent, but a calculating glint flashed in his eyes as he pretended to be caught in a dilemma, as if he were weighing the family's reputation against this favor.

Seeing this, the gentleman quickly stepped forward and lowered his voice: "Lord Godot, rest assured, I understand the rules. I know the market price for a genius servant, and I will certainly not mistreat you, much less your nephew."

Godot glanced at him sideways, his eyes cold, his expression clearly saying: Do you think I, Godot, am short of money? Is this looking down on my people?

The gentleman instantly understood and hurriedly waved his hand, "My lord, please don't misunderstand. I have absolutely no intention of belittling nobles. It's just that Tepoli is ultimately beneath your dignity. If possible, I would like to gift you a custom-made planet."

The words fell.

Godot's heart sank suddenly, his hands in his sleeves trembled so violently they almost dislocated, but his face remained calm and indifferent, showing no sign of losing his composure, and he even deliberately kept his breathing even.

Upon hearing this, Godot's heart skipped a beat, and his hands inside his sleeves trembled so badly they almost broke, but he maintained a calm expression on his face: "Custom-made planets? That's a contraband."

The gentleman chuckled, "Of course I know, but as you also understand, 'contraband' is just what we say to outsiders. When it comes to our own people using it, we can come up with all sorts of ingenious schemes. Rest assured, I guarantee this customized planet originated from a once-thriving Pillar of Creation. You just need to give me the planet data you want, and I'll finalize this for you as quickly as possible!"

Godot's feelings at this moment were beyond words.

Tepoli, that's the hard currency of the multiverse!

The gentleman's bribe to the visa officer just now cost only one hundred Thai Porridge.

Custom-made planets, on the other hand, cost four figures in the Tapoleon constellation.

This is not just a simple price increase!

This is a blatant attempt to get closer to someone.

Clearly, this gentleman uncle has the means and connections to find geniuses and can afford to pay his nephew to become a genius servant.

The price won't be very high, at most two or three hundred Thai baht, since bribing a visa officer only costs around one hundred baht.

This time, the other party offered a custom-made planet worth four figures in Tapolis as payment, which is already a move to strengthen the relationship and establish a partnership.

Godot affectionately put his arm around the gentleman's shoulder. For a moment, the two were like long-lost brothers, calling each other "our nephew" and "our nephew." As for Godot's betrayal of Ye Feng in front of the visa officer, Godot had completely forgotten about it.