CHAPTER 187: 097 SHARK MAN (PLEASE COLLECT)_3

Schizophrenia?

He shook his head and closed the book.

Unless one was a Nightmare Wizard, no one wished to split their own consciousness. Nightmare Wizards were even rarer than Bloodline Magic.

Peering into dreams, it was easy to attract the gaze of the Divine.

And once targeted by the will of a Divine, even the mere aftermath was more than any Official Wizard could withstand.

However, using it to decipher Bloodline models and increase experience in Bloodline Magic should be fine.

Carl had no intentions of turning himself into a Cerberus.

With the carcasses of Legendary Creatures available for his analysis, the path of a Bloodline Wizard became increasingly clear.

All that was left was for his spiritual power to be sufficient to choose one Legendary Creature to transform into.

「The Scythe Brotherhood.」

In the vast hall, there stood a bronze long table, flanked symmetrically by four high-backed chairs on each side.

In the center stood a heavy stone chair.

Each chair here symbolized a status within the Brotherhood, and the stone chair belonged solely to the leader:

Apex Great Knight, the Crimson Scythe Yaheng! A taciturn dictator!

It was said that he, bearing a diluted Duke Bloodline, was the only one in Freedom Port with the potential to become Legendary.

Unlike the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce and the Sea God Society, the members of the Scythe Brotherhood were diverse, many stemming from street thugs.

Due to their backgrounds, their actions tended toward disorder.

They had a bad reputation.

Even the elders of the Brotherhood were often crude and quick to anger.

The candlelight flickered as the Sixth Elder spoke in a muffled voice, "Monroe has come."

"He seeks our support. If the leader is willing to make a move, he can give up thirty percent of the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce."

"Thirty percent?" the Second Elder scoffed. "Emma, that crazy woman, is tough to deal with. Moreover, several Great Knights have just appeared. We need at least half."

"Impossible," the Fourth Elder, Hawk Henry, shook his head lightly. "Even if we could do it, the Sea God Society would not stand by and watch us grow; they would definitely intervene."

"Why not sit down for a negotiation?"

"Negotiate?" the Second Elder grunted. "Henry, you’re always so fainthearted, always ready to sit down and talk. Then what use are we?"

"Don’t forget, our own strength is the sharpest spear! It is also the capital to sit down and negotiate!"

"Sigh!" someone lamented.

"I thought the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce wouldn’t undergo any more upheavals, that splitting into three was the best outcome."

"Who would have thought..."

"That a Pharmacist named Carl would emerge."

"Yes." The Fourth Elder Henry’s eyes flickered. "Actually, Carl had originally agreed to join our Scythe Brotherhood, if only..."

"Oh!" The Sixth Elder turned his head. "Is that so?"

"Yes," Henry nodded. "Initially, we promised Carl a Shadow Walker’s Dharma Seal, but at that time, Little Herli took a fancy to the Dharma Seal."

"So..."

He spread his hands, a look of helplessness on his face.

Little Herli?

Everyone looked towards the Second Elder.

They clearly knew Little Herli’s nature. Although Henry hadn’t explicitly stated it, the failure was certainly due to the Second Elder.

If it had worked...

The Scythe Brotherhood would not only have gained an outstanding Pharmacist but also a Great Knight.

And not just any Great Knight.

Instantly, the gazes of the crowd toward the Second Elder couldn’t help but carry some blame.

"The future can’t be predicted. Who could have thought back then that he would become a Great Knight?" The Second Elder remained unflustered.

"The issue now is how to handle this. You don’t want the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce to rise again, do you?"

"I suggest that Henry steps forward to call Carl out, and then we can have a proper ’talk’ with him."

As he said the word ’talk,’ a cold smirk appeared on his face.

"Henry’s son, Yas, has always been in touch with Pharmacist Carl. It shouldn’t be difficult for him to bring the person out."

"Fink!" Henry’s expression changed, and he abruptly stood up. "What are you trying to do?"

"Nothing," the Second Elder Fink spoke. "Just correcting a mistake made in the past."

"No way!" Henry directly vetoed the proposal. "If we are going to talk, we should talk properly. Carl is not just any Great Knight; being too aggressive will only infuriate him."

"Moreover... Yas has always handled commercial matters for the Brotherhood. His reputation is very important; it can’t be damaged."

"It’s fine," the Second Elder Fink said. "It’s just borrowing a name. If things really go south, you can push the blame onto me."

"You..." Henry’s face showed anger, then his heart suddenly skipped a beat. "You’ve already made your move!"

Fink shrugged.

「Dragon King Chamber of Commerce. Headquarters.」

"Madam."

A maid hurried over, her face showing panic, whispering into Emma’s ear, "About the Young Master..."

SWISH!

Before the maid could finish her sentence, Emma had already shot up from her seat and started striding outside.

Within a dense forest, there was a simple courtyard with an artificial pond in the center.

In the middle of the pond, a figure lay prone.

The figure was bound by many chains, struggling desperately and incurring wounds all over, yet unable to break free.

"HISS HISS..."

"Eat!"

"Eat!"

He roared lowly in the water, continuously bellowing, completely ignoring how the struggle only worsened his injuries.

TAP TAP...

Footsteps sounded.

Emma appeared at the scene with a somber face. Upon seeing the figure in the pond, her face turned to astonishment, and that grief that couldn’t be erased.

"My child..." Her voice trembled. "What has happened to you?"

Zimorman, the Dragon King, didn’t only have his daughter Lula; he also had a son.

Unfortunately, their younger son had not yet become a Knight when he contracted the water affliction, and everyone knew he had died.