Footsteps were heard and Morin walked out slowly. He frowned slightly, as if he was lost in thought, with a puzzled look on his face.

"...Hiccup... What's wrong? What happened to our pureblood? He looks... looks like he's thinking too much..."

The middle-aged man in the library area kept burping. He looked at Maureen and said drunkenly.

Mo Lin glanced at the middle-aged man, said nothing, and just shook his head slightly.

"I'm leaving today and will come back tomorrow. Please complete the procedures for me now." Morin said lightly.

After completing the relevant procedures, Morin left the library area. Dris was already waiting for him outside. In order to change the bad impression in Morin's mind, Dris has been working very actively and earnestly during this period.

"Master..." Driss bowed.

"Let's go."

Maureen got on the carriage and said calmly.

They returned to the castle, and Driss hurriedly sent someone downstairs to prepare dinner. The food was served in a short time, but Morin did not have much appetite. His fingers kept moving, and he inadvertently drew many special symbols and marks on the table. This was what confused him after reading several recent books on the use of the power of Purgatory.

Suddenly, Morin was startled and felt as if his palm had touched something. He subconsciously raised his head and looked forward, and saw Annie's gentle face.

Anne sat down, she looked at the symbols and marks drawn by Maureen, chuckled, then moved her fingers slightly, and countless shadows appeared, constantly changing, and soon she drew other things on top of those symbols and marks.

"Eat, after all, wasting food is not a good habit."

Anne chuckled, then turned and left.

Maureen remained silent as he looked at the symbols and marks left by Anne on the table. Although those marks looked ordinary, they were the solutions Anne left behind to his previous confusion.

With Maureen's current vision and knowledge, he could naturally see at a glance that all the responses left by Anne were correct.

"Really..." Morin stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the symbols and marks with his fingers. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a half-smile appeared on his face.

"Master..." Driss walked over and wanted to say something.

"nothing."

Maureen looked at Annie's receding back and smiled. He picked up the spoon and said, "Wasting food is not a good habit."

"Let's eat."

………………

"Batoa, my friend, long time no see."

In the hall, Constantine smiled and bowed to the third elder Batoyah.

"Yes, Constantine, the last time we met was in the royal coalition formed before the world was destroyed." Battoa poured a glass of red wine and sighed.

The red wine soon filled the entire glass, and a light yet rich aroma began to waft around.

The wine was dark red, like sticky blood.

Constantine laughed softly and waved his hand slightly. Immediately, a glass of wine flew into his hand. He tilted his head back, took a sip, and uttered a sound of admiration.

"Asmonlai's wine... it really tastes nostalgic." Constantine sighed, as if he thought of something, he turned his head and looked at Batoya next to him.

"But, compared to before, Bartoya, my friend, you are not so good now."

"Green is dead, your most outstanding and excellent son is dead. Although Bernice is a pureblood, it is precisely because he is a pureblood that he has been spoiled by you since he was a child. Therefore, his character is really, hehe..."

A hint of a smile appeared on Constantine's face.

Batoya's hand suddenly stopped.

"Constantine." Battoya raised his head. He didn't say anything, didn't say much, just looked at Constantine quietly.

"Haha, Bartoya, don't be angry." Constantine shrugged slightly, but his expression didn't change at all. He said, "By the way, you wanted to attack another pure-blooded creature of your Asmonlai before. His name is Morin, right? Wow, what an outstanding young man."

"He's a pureblood, Constantine."

Battoya slowly put down the bottle of wine. He looked at Constantine and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Constantine, what do you want to say?" Batoy said in a deep voice.

"nothing."

"I'm just sad about Green's death. I have to say that although Green is not a pureblood, he is much better than Bernice." Constantine's voice was rising and falling, as if he was considering his tone and words. He said, "I say this, Bartoya, you won't be angry, right?"

"Constantine, do you want to die?"

Battoya said this, his voice was flat, without any ups and downs, as if he was just saying it casually.

But Constantine knew that what Batoy said was true. As a former friend, he knew Batoy very well and naturally knew the meaning of Batoy's action.

However, Constantine did not seem to take Bartoya's words to heart, and said, "Death? In the disaster that has torn the world apart, I am not afraid of anything, let alone death."

"It's just that I feel sorry for you."

"You have finally survived the catastrophe of the world and awakened from the deep seal of the world, but it won't be long before you die."

"After all, you offended your pureblood."

Constantine's indifferent voice came over.

Bartoya said nothing.

However, the aura on his body suddenly became stronger, almost forming a substance, and he pressed fiercely towards Constantine and the others in front of him.

"Constantine, do you want me to attack Morin?" Bartoya raised his head slightly, a mocking smile on his face, and said, "We in Asmonlai have lost a pure-blood and a future king. The pressure on you, Acade, will be much less."

“I have to say it.”

"What a sinister intention."

"This is up to you, not me." Constantine's expression changed slightly, but he quickly recovered and said, "Batoa, my friend, aren't you afraid?"

"Constantine, aren't you afraid?"

Bartoya kept the mocking smile on his face, but asked back, "If Haslaine and the others knew that you wanted to sow discord between the elders and the purebloods, what would you do? What would you do about Ackerd? Aren't you afraid?"

"Scared? Of course I was scared. I was definitely scared." Constantine did not deny it but admitted it directly. He laughed but said something else. "After I came out of the seal, I learned that you Asmonlai had appeared in the Purgatory World before and had been developing for some time. I was really scared."

"I'm afraid that you will suddenly attack us and kill us, and let all of us who come later die."

"Although you didn't take action, privately, your many Asmonlai elders must have secretly discussed many times whether they should take action against us, right?"

Constantine said this, although it was a rhetorical question, he answered with an affirmative tone.

Battoya's face was calm, and his expression did not change at all, but his aura weakened in an instant, and it was obvious that he agreed with Constantine's words.

“So I wasn’t very scared.”

Constantine said, his voice floating strangely around, and he sighed, "Since you decided not to attack us, then how can everything change?"

"But, Bartoya, my friend, I am very worried about you."

"The seal of the world is constantly weakening. I'm afraid that before long, all the races of Purgatory will break through the seal, and the Purgatory world will return to its previous state. By then, Morin's strength will increase dramatically, and he will become one of the kings of Asmonlei. You will have to accept Morin's leadership."

"Don't doubt it. After all, he is a pureblood."

"So, are you willing to be led by Morin from now on?"

"Oh, by the way, there's Bernice, poor Bernice, even though they're both purebloods, he's nothing compared to Maureen."

Constantine kept shaking his head.

"Enough!" Battoya shouted suddenly, his aura surging wildly, his clothes rustled as if blown by a strong wind, and made bursts of tearing sounds.

Constantine seemed not to notice Bartoya's reaction. He moved closer to Bartoya and said, "Batoya, my friend, the seal of the world will be broken soon. When all the people of Asmonlai return, what kind of protection will Morin receive? What kind of inheritance will be passed on to him? What kind of people will teach him?"

"By then, my friend, you will really have nothing left, and it will be too late for everything." Constantine laughed strangely.

Batoya suddenly regained his composure.

"Old friend, you almost persuaded me." Bartoya smiled faintly. He looked at Constantine with a calm expression on his face, as if there was no change at all, and he was not affected at all. He said, "It's a pity that the person you are facing is me, so it's a pity."

"Constantine, old friend, prepare some better excuses next time."

Batoya smiled and shook his head. He looked relaxed and walked out slowly, as if what happened just now had no effect on him at all.

"Elder, this..." Acade approached Constantine and wanted to say something, but Constantine waved his hand and rejected what Acade wanted to say.

He looked at Batoya, who had already left and whose back had completely disappeared, and after a moment of silence, he smiled.

"You are indeed my old friend."

Constantine sighed. Although Batoyya refused, Constantine knew that Batoyya was already moved.

"There are only two or three pure-blooded people in Asmonlai. Morin came later, so let him die." Constantine muttered to himself, "After all, every pure-blooded person in Asmonlai who dies is a good person."

"Of course, it would be best if they all died."

…………

Maureen still kept going back and forth in the library area. He gained a lot in the past few days.

However, not long after, Haslaine suddenly gave Morin and his men a mission, asking them to go and massacre several lower tribes.

"We have teamed up with an elder from Acade to find the place where the world's proto-nuclear layer was lost. We have made a lot of progress now, but we still need some sacrifices." Haslaine's snow-white eyebrows drooped, his eyes were calm, like the abyss of the sea, he just looked straight at me, and said: "You guys go and do it."

Morin and the others bowed, then turned and left.

"Let's go and kill those daring lower tribesmen." Haman laughed.

"As long as we want, those lower tribes must die."

Harman said lightly.

Morin was standing aside, his expression was extremely calm. He had seen too many cases of royal families deciding life and death over the lower races. At the same time, he also deeply understood the pride that was almost ingrained in the bones of every royal family member.

"Let's go." He whispered.

They set out in the direction of the lower tribes and killed them all, leaving no life alive. Afterwards, they returned with the painful and wailing souls of those lower tribesmen.

A few days later.

night.

It was late at night and Morin was just about to rest when suddenly a low sound came from the ground, as if there was an earthquake, or like thunder.

Several bright white lights shot up into the sky, like pillars connecting heaven and earth, extremely bright and lingering for a long time.

"This is……"

Morin moved his body and appeared on the balcony strangely. He looked at the beams of light, then looked at the royal city in the distance, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

There was a noise coming from the royal city, and vague sounds could be heard faintly.

"Found it, finally found it...", "The world's prokaryotic layer...", "That's great.", "Our goal, our people...", "The world we once lived in." Faintly, many voices came rumbling.

"Did you find it?"

Morin listened to those noises and already knew what was going on.