Chapter 225: Don’t talk like my daughter, Alexander!


    “What were you two talking about?” The soul grave-keeper looked peculiarly at the Duhan King and Alexander, “I sense some family bonding between you.”


    He knew that one of Alex’s wives was half-duhan. He even saw the duhans controlling wolf snatch the half-duhan daughter.


    No matter what had happened between them, they were still a family. And Alex was someone who indeed could connect Sara and her daughter with The Duhan Kingdom.


    “The Authority,” Thanas replied with his arms crossed.


    Alex nced at him, whispering inwardly, ‘When did he take a badass pose?’


    Thanas had been sitting without any hint of arrogance or pressure in his talk with Alex. But as he crossed his arms, straightened his back, and red down at the old man, his presence shifted significantly.


    Alex somewhat felt reassured and safe, so he didn’tment on that.


    The soul grave-keeper nodded, “I should get authority too, you know? I am like a big father to all undead.”


    “Maybe you add too many arms and heads to your undead, so your undead don’t consider you a good father…” Alex looked at the soul grave-keeper with his usualical expression, recalling Eva Mora’s words.


    The old man widened his eyes, stretching his head to the side, “Don’t talk like my daughter, Alexander!


    You scared me for a second,” he sighed with relief, remembering Eva’s words.


    She was his daughter, yet she didn’t understand the beauty of his undead. With so many hands and heads in random locations, The Ghouls would eat every living being on their path.


    They wouldn’t let people escape at all! Their senses were heightened with many ghosts in one body, and their arms and heads would let out more power… The ghosts yed quite many roles. They would increase natural killing instincts, move hearts and brains in one body to protect the ghoul’s life, and even use heads to let cold energy beams out of the heads. The hands would stretch forward to catch as many people as possible. It would be easy to extend those forward for many meters with refined bones from skeletons and flesh from zombies.


    His creation’s design was simple and too convenient.


    And then, The Undead, his masterpiece… There was just one masterpiece, but his future looked better than the ghouls.


    The soul grave-keeper would be a monster with the ghoul and the undead armies… The former would be like ants scattered on the ground, while thetter would be like giants who could reach the heavens while naturally paving the path for the weaker undead.


    Besides, the soul grave-keeper cultivated so many undead parts that he couldn’t let those parts linger aimlessly in hisnds. The Ghouls’ production would continue as he ordered Eva to keep going, and more masterpieces would join his ranks with enough progress…


    “And I listened to her already! Remember my masterpiece? It has one head and just many arms. Those arms look fantastic, and they are going to be like arrows, the undead avnche when someone makes me mad.


    Well, since I like you two, I will tell you a secret. Those arms on the Undead’s back can indeed shoot like arrows. They can leave the body and turn into the smaller and perfect undead. Heh,” the old man was too proud of his masterpiece.


    Thanas scoffed, “It’s that the case, then why do you need the ghouls? Just let your masterpiece do the job.”


    The soul grave-keeper grinned, “The more, the merrier. I like ghouls too. They enlightened me, after all.”


    Alex looked at them both, then uttered, “You two shouldn’t be enemies? Howe it looks like you two have been good buddies for years?”


    “Haha!” the old manughed since Thanas didn’t n on answering that.


    He asked, “Have you read books, Alexander?”


    “Of course,” Alex nodded.


    The old man replied, “It’s just like with the books. The process of writing about the protagonist’s journey, his weaknesses, and how he ovees them is much more enjoyable for both author and the readers.


    There’s more fun in the process than just an ending.


    After many shes with the Darkmana Empire, I’ve understood that simple process… If I conquer them and the world, utterly killing the living beings, I will be empty. I will be like the undead.


    I will fulfill my goal and then disappear… But if I progress and so do my enemies, we will have endless fun. My priorities took a significant change… Yes, I enjoy the weaknesses and the progress!


    It doesn’t matter that I haven’tid my hands on what I desire for years now… I still progress, albeit slowly. I fear bing empty… I fear the ending, Alexander.


    As long as I am on the other side, the antagonist side, I will stay away from that. That’s why I believe in you, the Darkmana Empire and other scums you have yet to meet,” the old man burst outughing.


    “You are like a hungry demon,” Alex whispered.


    Their goals were different; that was something Alex didn’t doubt. But their approach was simr. They would befriend or develop a weird rtionship with potential targets while rendering everyone else around them useless.


    In Alex’s situation, one of the perfect demons deemed Alex talented, yet he didn’t think the same of Sara and others. In his eyes, they were good sacrificial targets to trigger Alex’s growth and invite him to their side.


    The soul grave-keeper was simr as he hung out with Thanas and even offered a legendary quest to Alex.


    However, he surely would attack Alex and his beloved with genuine killing intent. He would make them work for their lives and progress.


    The old man didn’t refute those words.


    Thanas also agreed.


    “We are in a different world and have different circumstances,” the soul grave-keeper chuckled, “Let’s have a lot of progress through talk here.


    Do you have any questions, Alexander?” his eyes gleamed with abundant knowledge.


    He wouldn’t share a lot of it with Alex, though; just enough for more progress!