1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King

146 April Fool Prelude

“Lord Kane, then these figurines…” the holy imbuer observed the expression on William’s face and asked carefully.

“Call them response terminals.” William corrected him and continued, “There’s no problem. I’ll activate them one by one later. Please embed these terminals into the nodes of the magic network we previously laid out.”

The figurines that had been consecrated by the Holy Spirit Disc needed to be touched and activated by William to become a medium for the extension of his strength.

In the next ten minutes, William blessed all the response terminals they had made. As he touched the metal discs, he pondered. If he wanted to promote the magic network across the continent in the future, he had to find a faster way to activate the response terminals. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have to do anything else all day.

“Lord Kane, I still don’t quite understand. These figurines that have been blessed by you can be used as the best preaching tool of the Holy Spirits Church. They are the best proof of your holy presence, but why are you choosing to bury them in… the sewers?”

At this moment, Nizemar’s question interrupted his random thoughts.

Looking at the other party’s puzzled expression, William replied tersely, “It won’t be long before I leave the Blackwater Swamp for some time. These things are insurance for this city in the future.”

At the meeting at the Dawn Fortress, Nizemar became even more puzzled when she learned that William planned on going to Ava State.

Nizemar had participated in the experiment on the functions of the Eighth Holy Spirit’s figurines the entire time. She knew very well that at this distance from the Ava State to the Blackwater Province, Lord Kane could not project much strength through these figurines.

Of course, she didn’t continue asking such questions.

After all, as a believer of the Eighth Holy Spirit, she might be able to express her confusion on some questions she didn’t understand and seek the Holy Spirit’s enlightenment, but she definitely couldn’t question the Holy Spirit’s ability.

Perhaps the so-called ‘experiment’ she participated in back then was a test of her loyalty. As the incarnation of the Eighth Holy Spirit, how could Lord Kane be restricted by distance when projecting his strength?

After figuring this out, the puzzled expression on Nizemar’s face immediately relaxed.

William looked at the other party in confusion as if she had suddenly understood something. He originally planned on explaining to the other party that he planned on using the Stranger Astral Lighthouse as a magic supply and using the magic network as the main casting body and the response terminals as the control system to leave a puppet medium that could be temporarily controlled in Thorn City.

However, since the other party didn’t ask, he couldn’t be bothered to say anything.

William asked about something else.

“So you learned that it will be tomorrow as well? Why must it be April Fools’ Day?”

…

“Why must it be April Fools’ Day?”

At the same time, in a rented house about five streets away from Thorn City’s slums, a slightly fat young man in wrinkled luxurious clothes complained.

As he spoke, he slammed the table angrily.

“This is because on April Fool’s Day, most people in the Rose Palace will be sent out to distribute relief supplies and maintain order in the city. This will be the time when the security measures around the usurper are at their weakest, Your Grace,” Layton, the former adjutant of the Rose Palace’s Mage Hall, replied with a polite smile.

“But I can’t wear the Crown of Thorns on April Fool’s Day. If I can’t wear my crown immediately after retrieving it, won’t it be embarrassing in front of the entire Thorn City?” the person continued slamming the table impatiently as he spoke.

It was an ancient taboo for kings not to wear a crown on April Fool’s Day. It was said that Absurdity Jester Valk would feel slighted by those wearing a crown on this day. Furthermore, He would promptly send those nobles an ‘accidental surprise.’

Layton’s expression didn’t change when he heard that.

“Please don’t worry. Out of fear, the usurper hasn’t worn the crown since he seized the Thorn throne. All the citizens of Thorn City, including the usurper himself, know that this crown belongs to you. You are the true Duke of Thorn.”

Layton originally planned on saying more flattering words like “all your citizens are looking forward to your return,” or “other than the Walde family’s bloodline, no one can sit firmly on the Thorn throne.”

However, considering his terrible facial control, Layton finally gave up on this idea.

With this in mind, Layton found it meaningless.

The others who were involved in tomorrow’s operation had scattered to various parts of Thorn City to carry out specific preparations, but as the initiator and designer of the entire plan, he had to comfort a retard in this ridiculously cold rented room.

Of course, there was indeed a reason why he was wanted, but considering the attitude of his partners, it was difficult not to connect the dots and imagine that he had been kicked out of anything important.

After hearing the word ‘usurper,’ the young man continued excitedly, “Vincent, that usurper… To think my father trusted him so much. I never expected him to betray me like this. When I take back my throne, the first order I will give is to behead that old b*stard with a rose seal.”

Layton looked at Jesse Walde with interest. Other than drinking and fooling around with women, he was nothing like this father. He thought for a moment and reminded him with a teasing attitude, “But he’s a Legendary magic chanter. According to the rules of the Astral Laws, magic chanters above Master who violate the secular laws can only be tried at the Astral Council’s Internal Arbitration of Mages. They won’t be judged by the secular courts.”

Regarding this, Jesse Walde said disdainfully, “Come on. He even shut down Thorn City’s Astral Lighthouse. If I give the order to chop off his head, the Astral Council will probably reward me with an austenite badge.”

Layton couldn’t help but laugh from the bottom of his heart when he heard the other party’s words.

Even this retard can tell what the other party’s problem is. Is Vincent out of his mind? Layton thought.

It had been more than ten days since he returned to Thorn City from Blacklight City. In summary, he could only come to one conclusion—Vincent’s actions after taking office could be described as tempting fate.

In the Blackwater Province, or rather, anywhere other than the Platinum Province in the Vic Continent, one had to choose the empire or the Moon Realm if one wanted to sit firmly on the throne.

After Layton saw Vincent launch a spectacular purge of Moon Realm worshipers the moment he took office, he originally thought that the other party wanted the empire’s forgiveness and planned on returning to the empire.

He had no such plans.

Not only did he not have such plans, but he even bypassed the Holy Spirits Church’s private Holy See and divided the parishes. He also shut down the Astral Lighthouse and repatriated a large number of Astral Council factions.

At this point, Layton could no longer understand Vincent’s actions.

It had to be known that even if the former duke had successfully commanded an undead army of ten million, he still had to use the Moon Realm as his backer.

Vincent didn’t rely on the empire or the Moon Realm. Then, what could he rely on to maintain the situation here?

Himself?

However, no matter what, Vincent’s rule would soon be over.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he had been betrayed by everyone.

Shutting down the Astral Lighthouse and expelling the members of the Astral Council was equivalent to offending the entire aristocratic class in the Blackwater Province. The talented or untalented children of those families would never be able to advance in the Blackwater Province. The social connections they had built up with the Astral Council over the years were also destroyed.

With his blitz-like methods of banning Moon Realm worship, it completely cut off the only path for low-level magic chanters who hoped to rely on signing a contract with a Moon Realm existence to make a comeback.

In short, Layton originally hoped to find a few allies who could respond to their coup when he returned to Thorn City, but he found that he had countless such allies.

It wasn’t just the court officials in the Rose Palace, but also the Bramble Guards, the Spellblades, and even some teachers and students from Offa University. People were willing to provide them with assistance everywhere.

The only thing that might be troublesome now was that Vincent had advanced to Legendary for some reason.

However, that was merely troublesome.

It wasn’t like they didn’t have Legendary powerhouses. Moreover, Layton had been Vincent’s adjutant for many years. He knew the other party’s true weakness very well, and he had long made the corresponding plans.

With this in mind, Layton said confidently, “Don’t worry, Your Grace. I guarantee you that you will be sitting on that throne tomorrow. Of course, you might have to wait another day to wear the crown.”

Then, he sneezed.

Strange, is the Rain Moon Day this year so cold? I still feel a chill down my spine even if I close the doors and windows tightly.

Looking around the room where there was no one else other than the two of them. Layton found it odd as he thought.

…

“The Imperial Council? But it has to be held on April Fool’s Day?” the herald standing beside Vincent and taking down the message asked in confirmation.

Then, perhaps sensing that his tone was a little inappropriate, he hurriedly added, “Sir, what I mean is that no one will take what is discussed on April Fool’s Day seriously.”

Vincent shook his head and said, “No, I believe they’ll be serious, and so will I.”

“What do you mean?”

The herald asked in confusion when he heard this perplexing answer.

“It means that what happens tomorrow won’t be a joke.”

…

“To be honest, the idea of a coup on April Fool’s Day is terrible.”

William commented after confirming the information.

“What about you? Are you going to the Rose Palace next?” Nizemar asked.

William shook his head and said, “No, I’m going to Offa University first. What they should teach should be completely reformed.”