Chapter 593: Chapter 333: Be Your Lord Dyson_2
Anthony’s tone was no different from those demons, causing a surge of anger in ‘Dyson’ that he could barely keep in check.
However, suddenly thinking of something, ‘Dyson’ reluctantly shook his head.
Anthony smiled and said, “What’s bothering you? Corrosion Scar?” As he spoke, he dug out a cup of pills from his arms.
‘Dyson’ softly responded, “Rotting Scar.”
While ‘corrosion’ and ‘rot’ seem to have similar meanings, the effects were tenfold. Nevertheless, Anthony was well prepared, taking out another bottle. “An improved version.”
‘Dyson’ still shook his head, “Just taking medication for the Rotting Scar won’t work, scars will still form on the skin, it needs a special approach to eliminate.”
Already prepared, Anthony pulled out a stack of vouchers—vouchers for beauty spot removal treatments, only valid in the Goddess of Beauty City.
In order to target the Goddess of Beauty City, ‘Dyson’ had read a lot about the place. His knowledge was deeper than most.
The secret information was unobtainable, but the scope and effectiveness of its operations could be gathered through regular means. The high-born women just back from the Goddess of Beauty City would certainly describe everything about it with great enthusiasm, becoming the center of attention at social gatherings.
‘Dyson’ took a deep breath, at ease, then said in a hoarse voice, “Lord Anthony, what do you need me to do?”
Anthony smiled slightly, “Just be a good Lord Dyson.”
Dyson nodded, from now on, he was Dyson, no quotation marks needed.
As for Anthony’s words, he had understood them well. To be a good Lord Dyson, Anthony would notify him when something was needed.
If he couldn’t comprehend such sentences, he didn’t have the qualifications to be one of the ‘replacements’.
“So, why are we meeting this time?” Dyson asked.
Anthony looked at him approvingly, they needed to get their stories straight, then laughingly said, “I discovered a secret of yours, which I used to threaten you into surrendering to me.”
“What secret?” Dyson asked.
“I don’t know, just make up one.”
“When I was young, I peeked at the Minotaur Auntie taking a bath.”
“…your tastes are truly unique. Come, I’ll yield a blow, so your decrease in power can also be explained,” Anthony said.
“Okay, go easy on me, Lord. I’m just a high-ranking priest.” After saying that, Dyson suddenly stepped back and shouted, “You think I’ll yield to these rumors? How naive! Fist of Truth!”
At the end of Dyson’s shout, he was enveloped in Holy Light.
Anthony was also wrapped in Holy Light, simultaneously shouting, “You have no idea how to die, I gave you a chance, but you do not cherish it, God says! Go to hell!”
The Holy Light emitted by the two of them enveloped their location. Camps from both sides could not see clearly, only heard continuous loud noises.
“Shield of Divine Blessing! Light of Judgment!”
“Wall of Sighs! Hand of Balance!”
“God says: Under my gaze, all becomes nothing, Eye of Nothingness!”
“God didn’t say! Take my staff!”
Boom! A loud noise, and a figure flew out from the blaze of light. It was Dyson.
Dyson landed, coughing up blood, and yelled loudly, “Anthony, you are despicable! How dare you hit people with a staff!”
The light subsided, Anthony, spinning his staff around ferociously, about to charge over, “God says: it’s okay to hit, this is the shepherd’s stick.”
Dyson struggled to get up, running back to the camp site. Seeing people coming to aid him, Anthony helplessly stopped in his tracks.
After Dyson returned to the camp, the story became ‘Anthony threatened him with secrets to surrender, Dyson vehemently refused and was despicably wounded by Anthony with a staff’.
Neither did Anthony deny this saying, instead reproaching Dyson for being weak, incapable of withstanding even a single hit from his staff.
As the Dwarf King had obviously leaned towards Anthony, the plan to attack the Goddess of Beauty City was naturally put on hold. Dyson, once home, was immediately summoned by Guliani.
Dyson’s replacement wasn’t a traditional scapegoat. They could negotiate with the Lester Royal Court on their own, stroll around the curia, each with considerable powers at their disposal.
Unless Guliani had Anthony’s perceptive abilities, even he couldn’t tell the real from the fake without the Divine Fire.
Anthony had only realized they have at least three through some habitual small movements, but couldn’t figure out who the real one was. Now it was clear, the one with the Divine Fire was the real one and had been killed.
As for lighting the Divine Fire but still losing to Anthony, Guliani found this unsurprising. He understood too well what the Divine Fire was; lighting it without the Divine Awakening Skill was meaningless.
After some explanations, Dyson somehow managed to fool him.
It was rare for Ange not to be working on the farm. Everyone was gathered around a piece of bone, getting wrinkles from all the brainstorming.
After bamboozling Dyson, Anthony returned to find everyone huddled together.
Curiosity nudged him over. Patting Luther on the shoulder while peering into the circle, he asked, “What’s up? What are you all looking at?”
Luther, frowning and lost in thought, turned back to Anthony, contemplated for a while before saying, “I forgot, yeah, what are we looking at here, beautiful women perhaps?”
Spotting that bone in the circle, Anthony immediately sensed a force at work, making his heart skip. At once, he closed his eyes. When he reopened them, a ring of gold light flashed through.