Chapter 425 - 17: Substitute (2)_2

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Chapter 425: Chapter 17: Substitute (2)_2 Yilin reined in her horse and waited for the ghosts to drift in front of her. Smiling, she said, "Hello, I would like to see Lord of the Lich King." "Sorry, Lord of the Lich King can’t see you right now," one of the ghosts replied. "Can’t see me right now, is he busy? Then we will wait for him in the castle until he is done." "Sorry, we haven’t received any orders allowing anyone to enter the castle." The atmosphere instantly became tense, as the lords widened their eyes and looked at each other. Yilin was also extremely embarrassed. After a pause, Yilin softly asked, "Do you...know who I am?" "Yes," another ghost shrugged and said, "You are Yilin Beixier, Duke Beisher, the human lord to whom the Lich King swore allegiance. As qualified sentinels, we should at least be able to identify people." That response was even more embarrassing than saying "no." Yilin was taken aback. After a moment of hesitation, Yilin continued, "Since you know, won’t you let us in?" "Yes, we haven’t received any orders." "Then can you inform someone for me? I’m sure Gray would not leave me at the door." "Sorry, the orders we received do not distinguish between visitors, and it won’t change because you are Duke Beisher. So, we won’t inform anyone." The two ghosts stared at Yilin with wide eyes, seemingly unfazed by their response. Yilin was dumbfounded and could only awkwardly glance back at the lords before softly saying, "Then...we’ll wait outside?" "I think you better leave for now." With that, the two ghosts drifted away. Yilin’s face was burning. She wiped the sweat off and had no choice but to ride away. ... It was still the same hillside, the same green field, but this time the lords were even more anxious, one by one unable to sit still. "Oh my God, he won’t even see Yilin. Doesn’t that mean something must have happened?" "If it were someone else in this situation, I would think they were on their deathbed. Of course, we all know the Lich King can’t be on his deathbed, but it’s still frightening." "*I seem to sense something bad.*" "What is it?" "*I can’t say, but it’s definitely not good. The Lich King has never refused to see us. Now he’s refusing everyone. Such a large-scale mobilization without notifying us beforehand. Last night, my soldiers thought it was an enemy attack. If it weren’t for the lack of an Undead Army on the other side, they might have already fled.*" "What do you think might have happened?" "*I don’t know. They are not of the same dimension as us. Magic, time, planes...too many things we can’t understand.*" "Then...will we lose?" "Huh...? What do you mean?" "What else could it be? Gustav, the Black Dragon Clan, what else could it be?" A large group of lords gathered together, murmuring anxiously, as a certain panic was spreading. Undoubtedly, Gray was their pillar. Without Gray, many things would change drastically, making most situations fearful. *Yilin listened quietly, not knowing what to say. After all, she had just been snubbed.* After hesitating for a long time, Yilin suddenly mounted her horse and galloped towards the castle again. This time, the lords merely stretched their necks to watch, but did not follow immediately. ... "I want to see Carl, is that possible?" "No," the two ghosts replied bluntly. "Then can I see that dumbbell?" "No." "Then I want to see Richie. I remember he accompanied on this mission to the Golden Dragon." The two ghosts hesitated for a moment. Yilin keenly caught this hesitation and slowly widened her eyes. Moments later, the two ghosts smiled and replied, "No, we haven’t received orders. Truly sorry." "Okay, I understand." Yilin smiled, turned her horse around, and began to head back the way she came. Her gaze started to flicker. "Miss Yilin...do you think there really is a problem?" Abi Robbs, walking beside her, asked softly. "I hope not, but I’m afraid there is. From what I know of Gray, he would never give orders to turn me away. And those two ghosts were clearly problematic. The Undead are different from other races. They cannot resist their summoner, they must obey fully. So, this means there is a problem with their summoner." "Then..." "Don’t say anything, don’t ask anything. Just pretend we didn’t notice anything and wait. Gray can definitely solve this, just as he has every other time." "Alright..." Time passed slowly until evening, when an Undead Knight rode out from the castle. He galloped all the way to the hillside, where the lords were gathered, and respectfully saluted. "Lord of Lich King invites everyone in." The lords stared at him in disbelief, including Yilin. "Gray...invites us into the castle?" "Yes," the Undead Knight replied respectfully, "Lord of Lich King invites everyone into the castle. There were some issues to handle today, so it was quite busy. Particularly, Lord Duke Beisher. Apologies for keeping you all waiting so long." All at once, the lords breathed sighs of relief, some even chuckling. "As long as it’s alright, haha, as long as it’s alright. I always said Lord of Lich King couldn’t have any problems, he’s not like us humans." "You always said that? You didn’t say that just now." "Did I say something just now?" "You said a lot, you babbled all day long." "Alright, let’s go meet Lord of Lich King." Benedict II mounted his horse. Everyone laughed, except Yilin, whose face was still clouded with concern. ... The fiery red sunset shone obliquely. Under the guidance of the Undead Knight, they walked the winding road, passing one Undead Clan sentry after another, passing through the dense and crowded Sea of Undead. Although more than a year had passed, these lords still felt a certain fear towards the Undead. Facing such a vast number of Undead was even more intimidating. This time, no Undead came out to stop them. Silently, the Undead seemed to ignore their existence. The drawbridge of the castle lowered slowly. The lords dismounted and walked into the dark castle one by one. The Undead Knight leading them picked up a torch hanging on an iron frame on the wall, lit it for lighting, and led them step by step inside. The Undead did not need illumination. If it weren’t for the lords, they wouldn’t need torches. The entire castle was silent, filled with a sense of decay. By the torchlight, the lords could clearly see that almost every corner had Undead soldiers guarding, but they, like the Undead outside, remained motionless. Ascending the spiral staircase, they slowly made their way up to the castle’s main tower, where they finally saw sunlight again through the windows. Under the guidance of the Undead Knight, the lords finally reached a pair of huge wooden doors on the top floor. The Undead Knight, holding the torch, stepped to the side, "Please enter." With that, the Undead Knight remained still, standing quietly like the other Undead. He didn’t even open the door. The lords looked at each other in confusion. Yilin furrowed her brows further. Hesitantly, Benedict II stepped forward and pushed open the large doors. A dilapidated, dark hall appeared before them. There were no decorations, the floor even had rubble. The only source of light in the entire hall was the basin in the middle. The flickering fire cast shadows on the stone pillars, creating an eerie atmosphere. All at once, the lords held their breath. In the center, sitting quietly on the throne, was the Lich King they were about to meet—"Gray."

Chapter 425 - 17: Substitute (2)_2

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