Chapter 165 Tommy Lloyd
Lloyd's Quarter, Lloyd's Building, top floor offices.
8:30 in the morning.
Tommy Lloyd had just sat down when he received an internal call.
"Yes, I'm Lloyd."
The burly man, who was over two and a half meters tall and taller than many male elves, spoke in a deep voice.
He was waiting for good news.
Elves are usually thin, but President Lloyd was packed with muscle. He was so large, and his fingers were just as thick, that he couldn't even use a human rotary phone.
The phone he used was a custom-made model from the phone company. Just like his black suit and the furniture, tables, and chairs he used every day... He could only use his fingers to pinch food that ordinary people could hold with their hands.
President Lloyd had difficulty using any product developed for humans. Only genuine elven products could even remotely satisfy his needs.
But no matter how many inconveniences he encountered in his daily life, they were just minor problems after all.
What really concerns him is the racial discrimination he suffers in daily life.
Or in other words - it is taking out one's anger on others.
Avalon is, after all, the kingdom of humans and elves.
Here, not to mention the ignorant and uncivilized trolls and the lizardmen living in the desert and swamps, even the goblins and dwarves would be expelled, not to mention a half-blood giant like him.
When the Avalonians triumphed, nearly every giant in the Giant Kingdom was slain—an act met with no resistance at the time. For all giants were warriors, and every one of them had eaten humans. It was a hatred passed down through countless generations that erupted at that moment.
But what really puzzled and angered Tommy was that those who were able to leave behind the bloodline of giants were all half-blood giants who once supported Avalon... In other words, these half-blood giants were not of the bloodline of giants, but of the bloodline of half-blood giants, and they should not be discriminated against.
At one point, he even wanted to leave Avalon and go to the Far North.
It is said that there are still some remnants of the giants today - a heresy that existed when the Giant Kingdom still existed.
They are giants on the path of wisdom.
Unlike the trolls of the Southern plantations, giants have brains, and they are very useful, just like Tommy today. Pure-blooded giants have higher intelligence than humans, but they choose not to use it because of their endless anger.
Those giant philosophers who embarked on the path of wisdom went to the Far North, relying on the cold outside to suppress the furious instincts in their bodies.
They gave up eating humans and chose to eat fish, seabirds, and seals instead. They became smaller, and thick white hair grew on their dark red, burning skin. Their temperaments also became gentler. They were immersed in profound philosophical contemplation day and night, and even produced a great apostle.
Tommy also wanted to go there, at least it was quiet there.
Furthermore, the giants living in cold regions would also accept half-giants who came to seek refuge with them. The only problem was that Tommy wasn't sure if he could calm down.
When he gets old, he might move there to live out his retirement. He sometimes thinks so.
But before that, he still wants to give it a try while he is still young enough.
After the Path of Power became the Path of Authority, the remaining Path impulses in the bodies of those giants who had not turned to the Path of Wisdom naturally turned into the Path of Authority.
Some giants used ambition to resist this impulse, reverse it, and embark on a path of transcendence - these were the high-ranking members of the Noble Red Order. They embarked on a completely different path, parting ways with those giants who were still addicted to the pulsing blood.
But even though Tommy underwent the "Sons of the Serpent" ritual, gaining the ability to transcend the Dao, he ultimately lacked the innate talent for it. He always possessed a heart of authority, an instinct that ran through the blood of giants.
For him, transcendence is just a tool and authority is the goal.
Tommy couldn't control the desire for power that was always boiling in his heart... and that was why, even though he was also a half-giant, his status in the Noble Red Society was not high.
——Even his fellow countrymen looked down on him.
They were able to completely resist the "false calling" of the authoritarian path in their bloodline and choose another path. But Tommy couldn't do that.
He actually wanted to do it too.
That's why he gradually gave up his management of Lloyd's. By gradually distancing himself from the center of power, he gradually adapted himself to the purest desire for transcendence. Just like the practice of monks—through the practice of wisdom, they can eliminate their desire for authority.
But he obviously failed.
When Tommy sat down in his seat again, he couldn't help but let out a sweet sigh, as if he had drunk a strong drink, and the fragrant aroma filled his brain.
He is an outlier after all.
Whether among men or among giants; whether in Lloyd's or in the Noble Red.
But so what?
Those giants looked down on him, so how could he look down on them?
No culture, no brains. Giant's National Restoration Plan - Can you restore your country?
The Titans currently participating simply don't have enough population to support the restoration of their nation. As time progresses, human technology has been able to partially overcome the talent gap between humans and Titans... and most importantly, their god, Supreme Heaven, is no longer in power.
The Noble Red's plan was merely a castle in the air. They were merely pawns used by the Star Antimony people, a group of expendable materials used to disrupt the situation in Avalon.
It is for this reason that Avalon never worries about them... because no one would give up being a knight to be used as food for giants.
They have power, but they are unable to shake the foundation of Avalon.
Moreover, their strength is not enough... At least any one of the few powerful men in Avalon would make Noble Red extremely fearful.
What Tommy had to do was much simpler.
—He just needs to get himself on the throne.
Whether it was marrying the princess, usurping the throne, or serving as regent—anything was fine. Tommy didn't care about his race or his descendants. He only cared about himself.
Now, all of Tommy's plans are progressing smoothly - using Lloyd's to increase his voice and influence in the Noble Red Society, relying on the power of Noble Red to integrate those human businessmen, and then using Lloyd's to influence the Round Table, and then become the underground emperor of the entire Avalon.
Because his plans are quite effective, many smart people will stand on his side.
And one day, the emperor of the underground will come to the surface.
By then, all those who looked down on him will have to pay the price.
Now, he just needs to be patient and wait.
"……What?"
After hearing the news on the phone, Tommy was a little surprised.
That was not the news he was waiting for.
But he was not flustered. He just thought for a moment and then simply replied, "Please ask her to come up."
He straightened his shirt and poured two cups of tea. One was for himself, a large one, and the other was for the humans. This required precision for him, but he had practiced for this for many years.
Not long after, an energetic old lady came up with brisk steps.
Her hair was silver, her cheekbones were prominent, and her face was lined with distinct wrinkles, but her back was straight, her arms were full of muscle, and her eyes were bright.
"Tommy!"
As she entered the room, she roared, frightening the half-giant so much that his hands shook slightly.
But Tommy didn't dare to act rashly in front of her and could only smile: "Ms. Meg, what do you want to talk to me about..."
"—Stop playing dumb!"
Meg interrupted him rudely.
She did not use the power of Taoism, but her blazing eyes were like the muzzle of a gun.
"Where did you take that Moriarty? Bring him back!"
Meg ordered.
Tommy initially thought that the attack he had sent last night had been exposed. But he quickly realized:
...taken away?
Didn’t I ask them to attack each other?
"I think you must have misunderstood. This matter should have nothing to do with our Lloyd's...at least I don't know about it..."
"Tell the truth." Meg ordered directly.
"I didn't send anyone to capture him. The Noble Red Society was unhappy with Aiwass's joining Lloyd's, so I sent a group to kill him directly."
Tommy blurted out.
As soon as he said this, his expression suddenly turned ugly.
"snort."
Meg snorted.
This old lady, who was less than half his height, made Tommy feel scared just by looking at her.
"What about the staffing? Tell us everything."
"Four demonologists, two second-level and two third-level. They brought with them a whipping demon, a blade demon, and two demon dogs..."
"...Blade Demon?"
Meg sneered, "You really want him to die.
"Then, if he dies, you will die with him."
As she finished speaking, her voice boomed like thunder, and the silver-white runes embedded themselves deep into Tommy's mind like an illusion.
Tommy suddenly didn't dare to speak anymore. The strong feeling of fear made cold sweat run down his back.
"Listen, kid. You can't touch this man, understand? I'll give you three days to release him."
“I really didn’t catch it…”
Tommy's voice almost became pleading: "You should be able to judge whether what I said is true..."
"Oh, I know it wasn't you. But this matter must be related to you sending people to attack him, right? Just because you didn't kill him doesn't mean you're innocent. This wasn't done by you, but by some other faction within Lloyd's that you don't agree with, or even within the society. I don't care. You know more about this than I do. You handle it.
"Here's some information for you—the one who's been arrested is probably a demon with a shadow demon, possibly named Aleister. Anyway, go find him, take your men, and kill him. Then bring Aiwass back."
"[If you can't do it, you will die], do you understand? They don't dare to touch you, but I do."
Meg's words fell again, imprinted in Tommy's soul.
She held up three fingers and emphasized, "Three days. Remember this. Don't even think about running away. You can't."
"Yes, I know..."
The giant lowered his head humbly: "I will do my best for you..."
"Don't try to show me your loyalty. Do your best to save your own life, boy."
Meg said this and walked away without hesitation.
A little late, but the update is complete!
(End of this chapter)
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