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Under the temptation of spiritual water, the trio decided to take the risk.
They exchanged a glance before the man in the middle walked toward the plant and scrutinized it carefully.
The other two men kept their eyes trained on Zeke lest he sneak up on them.
“Oh my God, there are really three drops of spiritual water! This is a veritable miracle!” the man examining the
plant exclaimed, thrilled to the point that he was trembling all over.
What?
The other two men weren't the only ones shocked. Even Yannick, Yoshua, and the rest were in the same condition.
It was truly rare for a plant to have three drops of spiritual water.
Zeke had just arrived and hadn't even searched around, yet he had found three drops of spiritual water. Such
speed undoubtedly broke the record on Theos Island.
Disgruntlement flooded Minerva and the others. What on earth is he doing? That's three drops of spiritual water!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt's equivalent to three lives. But he's gifting them to outsiders just like this?
However, Zeke had evidently made up his mind, so Minerva couldn't say anything to the contrary.
The trio harvested the three drops of spiritual water meticulously. Then they turned around to leave.
No sooner had they taken two steps away than one of the men suddenly stopped the other two from going further.
They pivoted and bowed deeply to Zeke.
“Thank you for the kindness you've shown us, Mr. Williams. We'll always remember this debt of gratitude. Earlier,
you said you needed us to do you a favor. We're willing to do anything at all.”
“I'll notify you when I have need of you guys. You can leave for now,” Zeke replied.
“Thank you!”
After thanking the man again, the trio left in a hurry, afraid that he would go back on his word.
Thereafter, Minerva and the others found seven drops of spiritual water under Zeke's guidance.
That had Minerva and Murphy so emotional that tears escaped their eyes.
Joining forces with him is the best decision we've made in our entire lives! We don't need to worry about survival
anymore!
While they were on their way back, Minerva ventured, “Master, what are you planning to do with these seven drops
of spiritual water?”
“What do you mean? Turn them over in exchange for food, of course,” Zeke answered.
“Master, I think we don't necessarily have to exchange them all for food right now. We can totally keep a few drops
of spiritual water first and use them to exchange for food when the harvest is bad. We can avoid starving if we fail
to harvest any spiritual water one day,” Minerva suggested.
“Yes, yes. It's good to have a backup plan,” Murphy seconded enthusiastically.
Zeke shook his head. “That isn't necessary.”
Minerva wanted to persuade him further, but she could only zip her mouth upon noticing the impatience on his
face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZeke's true goal was to kill Theos, so he couldn't possibly worry about food.
Ordinary people would never understand the ambition of someone meant for great things.
“Mr. Williams, are you in a hurry to collect twenty drops of spiritual water because you want to become a
Decanus?” Yannick inquired gingerly.
Zeke threw him a glance but said nothing. He merely quickened his pace.
When he had gone a distance away, Minerva cautiously approached Yannick. “Mr. Lewis, you're closer to Mr.
Williams. I think you should take some time to talk to him. Aiming to become a Decanus... is reaching too far. Not
having to worry about food and drink is already considered sheer bliss on Theos Island.”
“Oh? Why don't you want Mr. Williams to be a Decanus? It'll only benefit us if he becomes a Decanus.”
Minerva heaved a sigh. “I naturally hope that he becomes a Decanus. But I'm afraid that he hasn't the capability to
do so. Megahead undoubtedly has great power backing him up. I'm worried that he'll utilize the power backing him
up to attack Mr. Williams if Mr. Williams replaces him as Decanus. He's definitely not as simple as he seems.”
A smile curved Yannick's lips. “Mr. Williams isn't as simple as he seems either.”
“Oh? Do you mind elaborating?” Minerva pressed, her curiosity piqued.
Yannick shook his head. “Sorry, but I can't do that. It won't do you any good to know too much.”
If I were to tell you he's the Great Marshal of Eurasia, he'd never let the two of us off the hook.
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