Chapter 521: Chapter 520: The Torn Treaty, Deceitful History
“Master, the young master and Mr. Lu are playing a game, but Mr. Lu’s gaming skills are somewhat…”
After a moment of consideration, the butler finally came up with a phrase, “Unsatisfactory.”
Even though He Changming did not understand, he roughly grasped what they were up to.
He nodded slightly and said, “Then let them continue playing. Once they’re done, have them come to the side study.”
In the end, after He Changyu used all of his lifetime gaming skills, the screen still displayed the word “Defeat.”
On the score settlement screen, He Changyu stared silently at his own score of 32-2 and Lu Zixun’s score of 2-13.
Logically, with such a score, no matter how Lu Zixun played, they should have won, but…
They actually freaking lost.
“Hey, it’s not your fault, the game is good, it’s just that the teammate is too much of a liability.”
Shaking his head in regret, Lu Zixun comforted He Changyu, “We can play again sometime if you’re free. I think your skills are quite decent.”
Lu Zixun had already seen the butler who had walked in; it seemed that He Tianming had already arrived.
“…”
He Changyu nodded with difficulty. He understood now why Lu Zixun’s rank was Stubborn Bronze.
A poor player with strong addiction – those four words were describing Lu Zixun.
He Tianming, who was sitting in the side study, was at this moment engrossed in a book titled “How to Win Friends and Influence People.”
“Master, Mr. Lu is here.”
After reporting, Lu Zixun sat down opposite He Tianming.
He Changyu stood with his hands behind his back to one side, while the butler quietly exited the room and closed the door.
Leaving a bookmark, He Tianming closed the book and set it aside, then looked at Lu Zixun with a slight smile, “Mr. Lu, I’ve long admired your reputation.”
“There’s no need to be so polite, Mr. He. You can just call me Xiao Xun,” Lu Zixun replied, waving his hands to show He Tianming needn’t be so formal.
“Ha ha, all right then.”
He Tianming laughed and nodded, then cleared his throat, “Xiao Xun, how much do you know about the Elder Council?”
Originally, Lu Zixun thought that He Tianming had insisted on seeing him to discuss the trade with Demon Country.
But it turned out to be about the Elder Council, which was interesting.
Was this a test, or…
After mulling over He Tianming’s intentions, Lu Zixun shook his head, “Not much. Inside the Crimson Land, information about the Elder Council is too scarce.”
“Hmm, indeed it is scarce,” He Tianming admitted with a slight nod, a barely perceptible look of disappointment flashing in his eyes. Then, changing the subject, he continued, “Recently, Sha Fei has started to consolidate the powers within the Human Gathering Place. Xiao Xun, what are your thoughts on this?”
Lu Zixun, who almost blurted out ‘sir,’ couldn’t help shaking his head. What else could he think? He had to watch with his own eyes.
Sha Fei’s consolidation of power was the general trend, and Lu Zixun had no basis to judge whether it was good or bad.
“The consolidation by Sha Fei is a good thing for the people who live in constant fear of the Insect Clan,” Lu Zixun paused, then added, “Also, if one desires stable development, there can only be one voice.”
He Tianming showed an unexpected look of appreciation, not expecting Lu Zixun to articulate such a thought.
Musing for a moment, He Tianming asked, “Then, what do you think it would be like if, in the future, there is only the voice of the Elder Council?”
At that, Lu Zixun raised his eyebrows.
What was He Tianming implying with these words?
Could it be that the Human Gathering Place is now under the control of the Elder Council?
After a moment of silence,
Lu Zixun shook his head, “I’m not very familiar with the Elder Council and I haven’t deceived you about that. However, with the little that I do know, I’m sure that if only the Elder Council’s voice prevails, it’ll eventually lead to serious trouble.”
“Indeed, it would,” He Tianming nodded slightly, speaking nonchalantly, “After all, the Elder Council members aren’t human and naturally won’t regard humans as their own.”
His words hit like a bolt of lightning, stunning Lu Zixun and leaving him in tumult.
What did He Tianming mean by saying they’re not human?
Looking at the shocked expression on Lu Zixun’s face and the slightly stiff He Changyu beside him,
He Tianming smiled, “The humans managed to carve out a living space for themselves on this world from the Insect Clan and even drove them away. You probably don’t know how that came about; after all, it’s been a long time, and I guess not many people are aware of that.”
“After spiritual ability users appeared in human society, the passage to the Crimson Land, which was discovered by the Insect Clan, emerged.”
He Tianming paused for a moment, then pursed his lips, “However, the Insect Clan did not attack the human society, which had only a handful of spiritual ability users. Instead, they retreated to the Crimson Land after establishing certain rules with humans.”
“The affair should have concluded there, but…”
Lu Zixun interjected indifferently.
He remembered the World Mystery he received the day before. Power brought not just strength, but also greed.
“That’s right,” He Tianming sighed, “The Elder Council, composed of seven people, mysteriously appeared in human society. With their J-level spiritual energy, they were viewed as gods at the time.”
“Under their lead, the established rules were treated like waste paper. They led all the spiritual ability users in human society into the Crimson Land, destroyed the passage, and unexpectedly attacked the Insect Clan in Zone 1, which was completely unprepared.”
“The furious Insect Clan, in their attempts to take back Zone 1, failed due to the overpowering strength of the seven members of the Elder Council. No matter how the Insect Clan attacked, they could not reclaim that territory.”
He Tianming paused, shaking his head, “Under the control of rules, humans only occupied half of the region of the Crimson Land, and the Great Elder of the Elder Council had secretly made some deals with the Insect Clan.”
Now came the crux of the matter. Hearing this, Lu Zixun’s eyes narrowed slightly.
What He Tianming was about to say next could likely relate to the High-level Farm.
“The Insect Clan helped Gomora collect sacrificial offerings, and in return, Gomora provided them with Polluted Blood that could enhance their strength. This act put the Insect Clan and humans in a state of irreconcilable enmity.”
Indeed, the existence being worshiped in Gomora’s sacrifices was an Ancient God.
At this moment, Lu Zixun was pondering a question: why had He Tianming mentioned that the Elder Council wasn’t human?
There seemed to be no connection between the two.
And what role did He Tianming, who knew so much, play in all this?
Noticing the perplexed look in Lu Zixun’s eyes, He Tianming chuckled.
He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a barcode and numbers on his arm.
Lu Zixun’s pupils shrunk; that was an “identity mark” tattooed by the High-level Farm to manage their goods.
He Tianming was eighty-two years old, far from likely to be escaped merchandise. What was going on?!