Chapter 892: Speculations II
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Chapter 892 Speculations II
?Without saying a word, or any superfluous actions, Rocketfellow walked up to his father and sat down beside, exactly where he had pointed to earlier. Even still, his gaze was towards the ground as he dared not look up without instruction.
"Can you guess why it is that I have called you here?" his father asked casually. The Dao Lord was seated right beside him, left leg resting on his right knee, his arms spread wide on the arch of the sofa.
Ballom, the other devil Dao Lord, was standing across the room sipping a drink, smiling similarly. Whatever the occasion was, it was a good one.
"Does it have to do with my actions against Midnight?" Rocketfellow asked, aware that in truth it could be absolutely anything. But in this particular instance, he was right. This creation is firmly rooted in the depths of Nøv€lß¡n★
"Indeed. Do you know what that temple is?"
"According to what I've learned, it is the Temple of Fasting."
"Correct again. Do you know who that temple belongs to?"
"I have not been able to get a definitive answer."
Rocketfellow was doing his best to keep his mind from reeling as he understood the scale of the game that he had unwittingly entered.
"Who - who is 'she'?" he managed to ask, knowing full well it was a pointless question the answer to which he would soon forget.
"Who else backs up the humans, and all humanoid races, so openly in the realm wars? It is Nuwa..."
*****
In the Void behind space, right in front of the Temple of Fasting, stood Ripley, the auditor from the Versalis bank. He was writing something on his clipboard when the temple finally consumed the entire cosmic cloud, and then disappeared.
It happened instantly, and without any fanfare. At the same time, all record of the temple having been there was wiped across the entire realm. Only in the memory of a few beings, as well as on the paper attached to his clipboard, was the mention of the temple retained.
For a few seconds, Ripley did nothing, and continued to stare at the place the temple had just been.
Eventually, he could not help but sigh, and he took out a special device that linked him back to the local branch.
"Please forward my initial audit review. The mortgage agreement for the Origin realm needs to be renegotiated. I don't doubt the Henali's capability to stick to the agreed terms, or rather, their intention to stick to it. But unless all Dao Lords in the realm swear an oath to keep information about the temple a secret, it won't be long before the Origin realm enters the realm wars. At this rate... I doubt the realm will have time to mature. A new plan needs to be drawn up."
Ripley sighed. Being assigned to this realm was supposed to be his vacation. Why were things so inconvenient for him?
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Chapter 892 Speculations II
?Without saying a word, or any superfluous actions, Rocketfellow walked up to his father and sat down beside, exactly where he had pointed to earlier. Even still, his gaze was towards the ground as he dared not look up without instruction.
"Can you guess why it is that I have called you here?" his father asked casually. The Dao Lord was seated right beside him, left leg resting on his right knee, his arms spread wide on the arch of the sofa.
Ballom, the other devil Dao Lord, was standing across the room sipping a drink, smiling similarly. Whatever the occasion was, it was a good one.
"Does it have to do with my actions against Midnight?" Rocketfellow asked, aware that in truth it could be absolutely anything. But in this particular instance, he was right. This creation is firmly rooted in the depths of Nøv€lß¡n★
"Indeed. Do you know what that temple is?"
"According to what I've learned, it is the Temple of Fasting."
"Correct again. Do you know who that temple belongs to?"
"I have not been able to get a definitive answer."
Rocketfellow was doing his best to keep his mind from reeling as he understood the scale of the game that he had unwittingly entered.
"Who - who is 'she'?" he managed to ask, knowing full well it was a pointless question the answer to which he would soon forget.
"Who else backs up the humans, and all humanoid races, so openly in the realm wars? It is Nuwa..."
*****
In the Void behind space, right in front of the Temple of Fasting, stood Ripley, the auditor from the Versalis bank. He was writing something on his clipboard when the temple finally consumed the entire cosmic cloud, and then disappeared.
It happened instantly, and without any fanfare. At the same time, all record of the temple having been there was wiped across the entire realm. Only in the memory of a few beings, as well as on the paper attached to his clipboard, was the mention of the temple retained.
For a few seconds, Ripley did nothing, and continued to stare at the place the temple had just been.
Eventually, he could not help but sigh, and he took out a special device that linked him back to the local branch.
"Please forward my initial audit review. The mortgage agreement for the Origin realm needs to be renegotiated. I don't doubt the Henali's capability to stick to the agreed terms, or rather, their intention to stick to it. But unless all Dao Lords in the realm swear an oath to keep information about the temple a secret, it won't be long before the Origin realm enters the realm wars. At this rate... I doubt the realm will have time to mature. A new plan needs to be drawn up."
Ripley sighed. Being assigned to this realm was supposed to be his vacation. Why were things so inconvenient for him?
Chapter 892 Speculations II ?Without saying a word, or any superfluous actions, Rocketfellow walked up to his father and sat down beside, exactly where he had pointed to earlier. Even still, his gaze was towards the ground as he dared not look up without instruction. "Can you guess why it is that I have called you here?" his father asked casually. The Dao Lord was seated right beside him, left leg resting on his right knee, his arms spread wide on the arch of the sofa. Ballom, the other devil Dao Lord, was standing across the room sipping a drink, smiling similarly. Whatever the occasion was, it was a good one. "Does it have to do with my actions against Midnight?" Rocketfellow asked, aware that in truth it could be absolutely anything. But in this particular instance, he was right. This creation is firmly rooted in the depths of Nvln"Indeed. Do you know what that temple is?" "According to what I've learned, it is the Temple of Fasting." "Correct again. Do you know who that temple belongs to?" "I have not been able to get a definitive answer." Rocketfellow was doing his best to keep his mind from reeling as he understood the scale of the game that he had unwittingly entered. "Who - who is 'she'?" he managed to ask, knowing full well it was a pointless question the answer to which he would soon forget. "Who else backs up the humans, and all humanoid races, so openly in the realm wars? It is Nuwa..." ***** In the Void behind space, right in front of the Temple of Fasting, stood Ripley, the auditor from the Versalis bank. He was writing something on his clipboard when the temple finally consumed the entire cosmic cloud, and then disappeared. It happened instantly, and without any fanfare. At the same time, all record of the temple having been there was wiped across the entire realm. Only in the memory of a few beings, as well as on the paper attached to his clipboard, was the mention of the temple retained. For a few seconds, Ripley did nothing, and continued to stare at the place the temple had just been. Eventually, he could not help but sigh, and he took out a special device that linked him back to the local branch. "Please forward my initial audit review. The mortgage agreement for the Origin realm needs to be renegotiated. I don't doubt the Henali's capability to stick to the agreed terms, or rather, their intention to stick to it. But unless all Dao Lords in the realm swear an oath to keep information about the temple a secret, it won't be long before the Origin realm enters the realm wars. At this rate... I doubt the realm will have time to mature. A new plan needs to be drawn up." Ripley sighed. Being assigned to this realm was supposed to be his vacation. Why were things so inconvenient for him?
