Killer Wolf growled, “Spit it out.”
“You've all become Camp Masters, and according to Theos Island's rules, you're allowed to form a Camp. Furthermore, a Legion and a Centuria are necessary to form a Camp. If you need my help, please feel free to ask anything from me. I'll do my best to help you establish your Camps.”
Killer Wolf curiously muttered, “So Camp Master is someone of Peak Class. Once I'm at Peak Class, I get to form my own Camp. So, if I become a Camp Master, am I allowed to meet Theos in person?”
Northern King replied, “Not necessarily. Only by offering the best divine weapon during the Worship Ceremony would one get the right to meet Theos.”
Killer Wolf nodded as he ruminated about that. “Okay, I got it. You're dismissed. I'll contact you if I need anything. Also, you're not allowed to tell anyone about us. If someone else other than you learns about this, I'll kill you and your Legion.”
“Of course, of course.” Northern King retreated as he nodded vigorously. “Please don't worry, sirs. I'll bring this secret to my grave.”
There's no way I'm going to tell anyone about this incident. What if the other Legatuses try to take my place in working with these three Camp Masters? That'll be bad for me!
Meanwhile, Killer Wolf and the other two were communicating with their energy.
“Killer Wolf, say, should we get rid of this guy?”
“Forget it. He's still a Legatus, and he's the commander of the Northern Faction; he has a certain social rank on Theos Island. His death will lead to a commotion. If Theos starts paying attention to this and tracks this down to Zeke, we'll be suffering instead.”
“I agree. Since he swore he's not going to say a word about this and reveal our existence, we'll let him live for a while longer.”
“By the way, do you think we should establish a Camp?”
“Let's go and ask the Great Marshal for his opinion on this.”
In the meantime, Northern King returned to his subordinates.
He was in a good mood, for his meeting with the three Camp Masters was a beneficial one.
Nevertheless, he was greeted with the sight of his subordinates gathered together, causing a commotion.
“What's the matter?” Northern King loudly asked.
His subordinates quickly stood in neat lines before replying, “Northern Master, Third Guard was struck by lightning and passed out. We're currently giving him first aid treatment.”
When Northern King let his eyes drift toward the unconscious Third Guard, he couldn't help heaving a sigh.
Camp Masters are truly powerful. The punishment he attracted burnt a normal warrior to a crisp.
Then, Northern King crouched down and took Third Guard's pulse before checking his injuries.
A beat later, he shook his head and sighed. “Forget it. We can't help him. Even if we have the resources to save his life, he'll be crippled forever. Johnny, make it quick for him.”
“Sure!”
A guard named Johnny then stepped forward.
Sensing his impending death, a surge of strength manifested in Third Guard's body and gave him enough energy to squeeze out, “Save me... Save me... I... I can't die now...”
Unfortunately, the sword in Johnny's hands had already swung down, and it lopped off Third Guard's head.
Third Guard's eyes were as wide as saucers, staring at Johnny resentfully.
Johnny sighed. “Don't blame me for this. I'm only doing this for your own good. You can't be cured, and you'll only suffer more if you were to stay alive. Rest now. You didn't get to enjoy life, so do be in peace in the afterlife.”
Right then, Northern King said, “Right. I just remembered something. Third Guard was in charge of collecting Spirit Stones from the Centuria. Now that he's dead, this task will be assigned to you, Johnny. Don't let me down.”
Johnny was thrilled to hear that.
Getting assigned the task of collecting Spirit Stones for Northern King was a symbol of his status—of how he was a trusted subordinate of Northern King.
In other words, Northern King had begun to value Johnny's worth.
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