<h4>Chapter 2210: Chapter 2210: Corn Grits Porridge</h4>
"Third Master, you’re awake?"
Griffen Marsh waved his hand, and the team immediately stopped.
He knelt in front of Trent Marsh, burying his head in the snow, "Brother Trent, I’mte."
"Notte. Wu Da’s betrayal was within my expectations. I just wanted to see what he ultimately nned to do, but someone else interfered and disrupted my n." After pondering for a moment, Trent Marsh spoke, "Is there any millet porridge?"
"Yes! Nice and hot!"
The man in ck behind Griffen Marsh took out a thermos from his bosom and carefully handed it over.
"You guys are always so thoughtful." Trent Marsh smiled as he took the thermos, his eyes filled with joy.
When he opened the lid, the millet porridge inside was indeed hot.
"Knowing that Third Master enjoys this, we specially prepared the millet porridge when we came." Griffen Marsh chuckled, looking very honest.
Slurp.
Trent Marsh took a sip, couldn’t help but open his mouth, tilt his head back, and let out a long breath, mumbling, "Delicious! Comforting! Refreshing!"
Soon, the millet porridge was finished.
He jumped off the stretcher, stretching his muscles and twisting his neck.
"Speaking of which, it was a lucky ident. You know what I saw?" Trent Marsh took the handkerchief Griffen Marsh handed over, wiped his mouth, and casually tossed it into the snow.
"Third Master, what did you see?" Griffen Marsh stood up from the ground, patting the snow off his legs.
Just putting on a show, nothing serious.
Trent Marsh’s prowess was beyond ordinary understanding.
Everything was under his control.
Including Sutton’s betrayal and the appearance of the Prophet.
The only two mistakes were that Sutton hadn’t died yet.
Trent Marsh previously didn’t know he had the Red Rat in him.
Moreover, Ilia Danvers intervened halfway, abducting him.
But there was always a backup n for everything.
Trent Marsh’s golden body was nearly invincible.
Although it was almost burned through by the Red Rat, the arranged personnel arrived in time.
Griffen Marsh knelt because Trent Marsh enjoyed that feeling.
They pretended to kneel, making the boss happy, so why not?
"The ce where I stayed before was about several hundred meters away from where you rescued me." Trent Marsh held up a finger in a gesture, "I’m not sure exactly how far, but you can’t guess where I was taken."
"Where? Could they have thrown you into a toilet to eat shit?"
"Nonsense! The Third Master only eats millet porridge. Do you take the Third Master for the Eighth Master?"
"Right, right, Third Master, so where were you actually?"
Hearing Trent Marsh say this, the guards became curious too.
They had followed Trent Marsh since the founding of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. Although there were some personnel losses and recements, those like Griffen Marsh had been loyally following, and basically knew all there was to know.
"Back then, when Silvio Reed was creating the Underworld Hall, we built a pce together. There, each of us, along with twelve underworld beasts, and the Divine King, had sculptures."
"Silvio Reed once said, we would conquer the world from there, and it would be a ce where we’d bask in glory."
"Once the world was ruled under the Underworld Hall’s crushing force, our Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance would be the rulers of this world. But after the Temple was created, Silvio Reed vanished. Along with him, the pce disappeared too."
Trent Marsh squinted his eyes, rubbing his hands together constantly.
"I always felt something was off."
Unexpectedly, Ilia Danvers’s intervention led to a change in ns, ultimately resulting in Trent unwittingly entering the Temple of Return to Heaven.
He saw the once-vanished pce ensemble.
"Third Master, do you suspect Lord Silvio..." Griffen Marsh didn’t continue, realizing it would be overstepping boundaries.
Within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Silvio Reed was still acknowledged as the king.
As for Long Wu, Trent Marsh dared to oppose her openly because although Long Wu held the title of Saintess, she betrayed the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, joining the godly faction against them.
Strictly speaking, Long Wu was a traitor.
Moreover, a saintess couldn’t genuinely stand on par with Silvio Reed, even if it was nominally so.
Trent Marsh had not crowned himself king; instead, he dered himself as the number one expert of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
In any case, his actions and words acknowledged Silvio as king. But due to Silvio’s disappearance, he temporarily became the highest leader of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
Therefore, his subordinates also respected Silvio.
They referred to him as either Brother Silvio or Lord Silvio.
Because of this, everyone knew Trent Marsh wanted to be the big boss, and indeed acted like one, yet no one had a solid reason to argue against it.
Unless Silvio reappeared.
As long as Silvio didn’t reappear, Trent upied the leader’s position while respectfully honoring the original leader, indicating he wasn’t iming kingship, but rather guarding the house for his Brother Silvio.
This left many wanting to challenge Trent without a suitable reason.
Long Wu foresaw this and thus left ahead of time.
"Brother Silvio isn’t that kind of person. Not only for you guys, but even for others, I can vouch that Brother Silvio is one of the rare ones who can share wealth and honor. Even if it were me, Trent Marsh, I’d have to find a reason to eliminate the donkey when the grinding is done."
Trent Marsh walked in the snow with his hands sped behind his back, leading the group,
The snow ceased, and the moonlight appeared.
The shadow stretched long.
"We’re all on the same side, so I’ll be frank. Back then, the Underworld Hall crowd got too arrogant, not recognizing they were just showing off like dogs, audaciously wishing to stand on equal footing with me. Do they really think they were that powerful?"
Recalling the past, Trent Marsh couldn’t help but snort softly, "Arrogance will ultimately be their downfall. They didn’t learn the good things, but picked up human arrogance and intion. But that’s fine, the Underworld Hall’s conquests were so brutal, they had already sparked public outrage."
"I’ll find a reason to join forces with Silvio to establish the realm of gods and wipe them out. Not only achieving the goal of eliminating dissent, but also gaining people’s support."
"A win-win situation, but Brother Silvio just couldn’t make the decision."
Trent Marsh’s face bore a look of regret, "Forget it, let’s not talk about Brother Silvio’s matters. Let’s focus on how that pce appeared here? Get someone to investigate what this ce really is."
"We’ve investigated. After you were trapped in the divine realm, a gigantic structure appeared here, which they called the ’Temple of Return to Heaven.’ The Prophet, after leaving the temple, spread the word everywhere, selecting a group called the divine servants, who ruled on their behalf, and the Prophet became the de facto king.
But the good times didn’tst long; Julius Reed stormed through the Nine Provinces, destroying all the temples. This Temple of Return to Heaven was destroyed back then."
Griffen Marsh pulled out a tablet and provided a detailed exnation.
Beforeing, they had thoroughly understood their own situation.
"So that’s the case." Trent Marsh stopped his steps, turned around, and looked at the Gills Alliance, "What bright lights! They are dazzling Trent Marsh’s eyes."
"Third Master is bright-sighted! You are the brightest light in the world. Yet the Gills Alliance has the nerve to outshine you! Brothers, grab your weapons, let’s smash it!"
Griffen Marsh took out a re from his bosom, aimed it at the sky, and fired!
"Do you know why the underworld beasts disappeared back then? ’Cause they didn’t call Griffen Marsh senior." An old member of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance quietly exined to a neer in the back.