For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King) - Chapter 91

   Chapter 91 Steal

   After watching the attendant mage retreat and close the door, the fiery red-haired tower guard walked over to the enchanting table and picked up a magic seal flowing with lightning from a box.

   She hesitated again and again, but in the end she didn’t activate the communication technique inside.

  The magic casters who can be chosen as the guardians of the tower are all members of the ancient councilor family that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the Star Council. And all the year round in the star-gazing room, a practice place where magic power is as easy as breathing, as long as the talent is not too dull, basically you can exercise your spiritual power during your tenure to reach the threshold of legend.

   On this basis, as long as you operate a little in the council, you can get the promotion quota of legend and truly be promoted to the field of legend.

   However, even with such favorable conditions, most of the talented young people in the House of Representatives are reluctant to come to the Star Lighthouse for cultivation. The threshold is only a part, the key is that this way of practice is too boring and boring, and once you enter the lighthouse, it means that you are completely disconnected from the world.

  Becoming a tower guard means that you are completely part of the operation of the law of the stars during your term of office, and you cannot bring any personal emotions and family interests into your work. Don’t talk about keeping in touch with your own family, as a tower guard, you can’t even use your own name, you can only use the code name of the lighthouse itself.

   She voluntarily came to this Nakuland, known as the sewer of the empire, and served as the tower guardian of the Viper Constellation Star Lighthouse in Black Light City, just to break through the legendary realm and keep the family’s shaky seat in the council. But now she has successfully promoted to the legendary field, and the five-year period is almost full. In the remaining month or so, she really doesn’t want any troubles to happen in this city again.

   Especially in this eventful time.

  God knows why so many things have happened recently. Another wave of undead, another manifestation of the Eighth Holy Spirit, and another active moon worship church…

   It was as if some great change was brewing in this land.

   If it wasn’t for the constraints of the tower guard’s identity, she really wanted to contact the family far away in the French Ring City and ask the Star Council’s current attitude towards the Blackwater Province.

   I just hope that there will be no trouble in Black Light City, at least not in this month.

   Thinking of this, she spread out her hand, a shadow formed on her hand, and then wriggled and transformed into a pitch-black bat.

   “Go and inform the guards who are guarding the ‘Crazy Box’ to increase the guard by two levels during this time.”

   This bat familiar made of shadows flapped its wings and flew out, blending into the night outside the lighthouse.

   She looked at the deep night sky outside the lighthouse and breathed a sigh of relief.

  If you don’t pay attention to the moon worship groups outside the fortress area, the only thing that might cause a big mess in this star beacon right now is probably the crazy box that seals the moon monsters.

   Take good care of the security there, and at least pass the rest of the month safely.

   In addition, she has no higher requirements for this unfortunate place.

  …

   Tavern, another tavern.

  William propped up his collar and followed Crowfeather Prophet into a tavern that smelled of boiled potatoes.

  Why, when it comes to matters related to intelligence, you can’t avoid the tavern.

  William looked around at the bad environment and couldn’t help complaining in his heart.

   The boss at the bar is wiping the same dirty wine glass in his hand with a dirty rag at this time. I believe that any normal customer will give up the idea of ​​ordering a glass here after seeing this scene.

   “Two cups of moonshine brew.”

  Crowfeather Prophet skillfully sat in front of the bar and said to the middle-aged man whose eyes looked dull.

  The man turned one eye to him with difficulty, and William only then realized that the other eye had a glass prosthetic eye.

   “Crack, snap.”

   After a while, two glasses of amber liquid were placed in front of the bar.

  Crowfeather Prophet took one of the cups and drank it. William didn’t say anything, just sat next to him and fiddled with the cup.

   “Only the night, nothing else…”

  Crowfeather Prophet lowered his voice and said to the boss.

   After confirming the code of the incision, the boss nodded with the same expression.

   He took out a wine coaster from under the bar and pressed it on the table, then quietly moved it to Ravenfeather Prophet’s hand.

“This is the garrison map outside the star lighthouse fortress area, as well as the rotation information of the guards last month. They have been raising the security level this month, and our familiars dare not go too deep, so try not to rely too much on the information on this.”

   The boss said as if talking to himself.

   Then he continued:

“If we need cover, the crows that are active in this area have already accumulated a lot of magic explosives. You can detonate them on the west wall of the fortress area to attract their attention, and then you can start from the east side. No. 4 sewers sneak into the shadows, and we have removed a hole in the magic barrier over there. Then you can enter the vicinity of the star lighthouse for a more in-depth exploration…”

“Wait a moment…”

  Crowfeather Prophet interrupted the other party’s words, and then turned his eyes to William who was on the side.

   “This time I’m not here to be in charge of the exploration mission of the Star Lighthouse as before. This time we plan to directly take out the target.”

  The tavern owner stopped. He glanced at William, who was dressed in the dust, and said to the Ravenfeather Prophet:

   “Just the two of you, do you remember how many people we killed last time we tried?”

   The “last time” he said was fifteen years ago.

   At that time, the elites of the crows were dispatched. A legendary “beak” and three master-level “claw”, together with the dozens of “feather” who instigated the riot in Black Light City, directly tried to break into the fortress of the lighthouse.

   But because the fortress area’s defense level against seals was seriously misestimated, the result of that operation was an extremely tragic failure.

   Not only all the elite combat power of that year was lost in the tower, but the intelligence system of the entire Black Light City was also devastated after the event. The entire crow group has not fully recovered from that loss until now.

“Recently, the defense of the lighthouse fortress area has been completely shrunk, and the tower guard has heard that the level is higher than that of the one fifteen years ago. Once the alarm comes out, she can block the entire fortress area within half a minute. magic.”

   The tavern owner reminded.

   At this point, the consequences of releasing the “manic” general after breaking the seal have not been calculated.

   The tavern owner who said this did not know William’s identity.

   He is not an arakkoa, and he has never had the experience of connecting with the father of crows in a dream on a rainy night.

   When the Prophet Crowfeather was about to explain to him, William said first:

   “We’re not going to **** the Soul Fragment out, but we’re going to steal it.”

  The Prophet Crowfeather looked at the presiding judge with some doubts.

   It originally thought that this trip was a simple operation of the presiding judge entering the fortress area through his mighty power, and then directly grabbing the soul fragments from the star lighthouse in the constellation Viper and evacuating.

   But what does this mean, he seems to want to sneak in and steal the soul fragments?

   So is he not going to exile the demon general named “manic” and let that god-level moon-level monster raging in this city?

   Or does the presiding judge want to wait for the star beacon and the moon realm, and maybe there are the gift sects who have suffered a few defeats first, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman?

   Just as he was thinking about the intention of the presiding judge’s plan, the other party suddenly pointed at him and said:

   “Specifically, it’s up to you to steal it.”

   (end of this chapter)