Ceo In A Fantasy World - 220 Chapter 220

Caesar and Joe decided to wait for the royal wedding in an unostentatious manner.Although the chances of a mishap to occur were low, Caesar didn’t want his enemies to gain too much information about him. Besides, they had already amassed enough food and water to remain in the tavern without much of a problem.

The main issue was boredom. Joe would constantly annoy Caesar, asking him to play games with him. Some times, the riled-up dwarf would even start singing to himself, which could be considered anything but pleasant.

On the other hand, Caesar passed his time by reading a few interesting books. Since he hadn’t lived in the world for a long time, his knowledge was still rather low. The history, magic, politics, and even geography were all new things to him. He loved to acquire more knowledge, and in his honest opinion, a wise man learned from the past.

Of course, three days was not enough time to learn too many things, but nonetheless, he still figured out some interesting information. First of all, the reason why elves weren’t seen as a “dark-race” was due to their sage. A powerful elder amongst the world council, which was a group of the twelve most influential figures in the church.

Furthermore, toward the north, where the snow never melted, a few separate factions that did not yet swear allegiance to church resided. They were a group of men and women that had grown used to the howling winds and frigid weather. Not a single group or nation was even willing to invade the north, where the frost giants and snow-elves existed.

On the other hand, in the molten-like continent, where the ground was dry, and the atmosphere was scalding hot, a few kingdoms full of dwarves existed. They forged armor and weapons for the church and even built the sturdiest of walls, castles, and towers. In return, they are given resources and respect from the archbishop.

Unfortunately, most of the details were hidden, and most of the information about the dark continent was practically non-existent. Instead, they try to feed all kinds of lies and fallacy, attempting to deter rational minds from thinking for themselves.

Surprisingly, however, the hierarchy of the church was somewhat explained. Going from top to bottom was the pope, cardinal, archbishop, bishop, priest, and deacon. Naturally, the underlings were referred to as something else entirely.

These rankings were generally occupied by men, while the women with high holy-affinity were referred to as saints. It was sporadic for a woman to possess absolute power within the church. Thus, they were given separate roles which would usually keep them from the frontlines.

The church was thorough with their rankings, but this wasn’t the main reason why they were so powerful and feared throughout the lands. Humans overpopulated the world, much more than the other races. Plenty of young men signed up for the church every year, hoping for a better future and stability. They were given money, housing, and even respect. There was absolutely no reason for a devout follower not to join the church.

In fact, there weren’t very many scandals with the church at all. Many of the larger kingdoms in the azure continent were faithful followers as well. The amount of influence and believers they were capable of amassing within minutes was why they were so powerful.

Caesar was quite amused at the abundant amount of information he had acquired. He was still considered an ant in comparison to such a behemoth, but he couldn’t help but feel funny. The higher they were, the harder they would fall, and Caesar felt an inherent hatred for them.

Whether it was when he dreamt of the man named Lucifer, or when he killed Alexander and Richard. His body was almost compelled to complete such tasks, especially ever since his talking scythe had shown itself. Saving him from death’s door and forming a contract of some sort.

As Caesar thought to here, he closed the book in his hands and stood up. His hair was undone and swayed all over the place as he moved. His eyes were squinted and a dim-lit crimson radiated from them. The candle’s flame flickered, and the room was deathly quiet, besides the loud snoring that echoed from the corner of the establishment.

Three days had slowly passed by, and the royal wedding was happening tonight. Caesar and Joe had stayed cooped up in their room without seeing the light of day for the entire duration. His skin was pale, and a pair of reading glasses alongside a stack of thick books rested on the night-stand.

Caesar breathed out a deep sigh as he gazed into the tall mirror, adjacent from him. His ice cold face stared back at him, his eyes deep like an abyss. The slender fingers that were attached to his metacarpal possessed long and beautiful nails.

The corner of his lips curled as he turned around and picked up one of his shoes. He raised his hand high in the air and threw it toward Joe as hard as he could. Since it was time for the wedding, there was no need to remain inconspicuous.

The pointed shoe coursed through the air at an unimaginable speed and nearly penetrated Joe’s buttocks. His snoring abruptly stopped and shot up like a rocket, wailing like a javelina. His hands clutched his bottom as tears streamed down his face; he wasn’t even aware of what had happened yet.

Still half-asleep, he looked left and right, scrutinizing Caesar’s figure which was still in a throwing motion. The boot that he had thrown was still stuck between Joe’s gills, and loud laughter escaped from Caesar’s lips.

“Get ready for the wedding, Joe, I’ll be in the bathroom. We have a big day today, and hopefully, no problems arise,” Caesar explained with traces of laughter still escaping from his mouth. He closed and locked the bathroom door behind him, muffling the screams from the room beside him.

Below, the innkeeper furiously blushed once she heard the strange cries. In a moment of carelessness, she accidentally broke the yoke of an egg she was cooking. “Oh my, oh my,” she whispered to herself whilst resting her cheek in the palm of her hands.

Inside the bathroom, Caesar bathed himself and refined his hair with a brush. He then adorned a black and red suit. It was cut to precision, bold across the shoulders, gentle lines around the waist, and accentuated his abdominal muscles.

He placed a pair of silk, black gloves around his hands and tied one braid on the right side of his hair that extended downward. Once he was finished dressing, he exited the room to find a relatively dressed Joe. The small dwarf wore a lovely black and white tuxedo. He even went as far as braiding his unkempt beard.

A deep frown was etched on to his face as his legs shook ever so slightly. Streams of curses exited the now awake Joe as he stared at a shoe in the corner of the room with dread.

Caesar clapped his hands and once again chuckled, “that’s the taste of sweet, sweet, revenge, right?” he commented with a sly smirk and opened the door, gesturing for joe to leave first.