I'm Really Not The Demon God's Lackey

Greg’s hands were trembling, and his heart racing. Even though he wanted to elatedly turn on his communications device and tell Winston the great news, his intuition suddenly made him vigilant.

After several previous scares, Greg would no longer believe the words of this manipulative demon that easily. He was aware that he would only continue to be tricked by this guy if he kept it up.

Therefore, he had also picked up on the words ‘process’ and ‘twisted.’

Greg took a deep breath trying to suppress the excitement in his heart. With a quivering voice, he tried his best to sound as calm as possible. “Yes, I once heard an old saying; a just cause attracts more support, an unjust one finds little. Wilde’s biggest failure is that he’s a cold and cruel loner that acts on his own whims. However, Sir Joseph is different. Everything he does is to safeguard Norzin and to protect the weak!”

Greg clenched his fists as he spoke, “Those he protects with all his might will naturally repay him one day. I’ve always believed that, so… so I followed him. No matter when, even if he falls to the lowest depths, I want him to know that we’ve always been grateful and supported him!

“All his efforts were worth it! We have never forgotten about him!"

His speech was impassioned, like a fanatical fan going on a fervent rant. Lin Jie raised his hand and applauded lightly.

At the same time, he couldn’t help comparing Greg to John, who had gone on a rambling tirade just now. They both were indeed young sons of noble families and had an eloquence when it came to words.

However, John, who was probably finished now, clearly didn’t use those skills in the right way.

Greg felt dizzy after he was done, realizing that he had already stood up rather unsteadily. He immediately gave an awkward smile and sat back down, cleared his throat and said sheepishly, “In any case… What you said is totally right. But what were you referring to by saying… twists and turns?”

The dissension between Joseph and Wilde had lasted for so many years already that it was impossible to smile and put an end to their grudges as soon as they met. If the two fought, things would definitely get messy.

‘Twist and turns’ was just to give himself a way out… If the two really fought and Wilde came out on top, it would be considered part of the ‘twists and turns.’

It made sense.

However, why did Wilde have the image of a ‘cold and cruel’ villain in the eyes of those in Joseph’s camp?

Lin Jie solemnly folded his arms and rubbed his chin as he continued slowly, “While Joseph has supporters like you and has a much better execution, Wilde is better at planning…”

Question marks popped up in Greg’s head. Why did these words sound so familiar? Hadn’t he heard it just a few minutes ago but in a slightly different order?

Lin Jie glanced at Greg with a skeptical look on his face. “Isn’t that so? Feel free to air your views if you have any other thoughts…”

"Uh-huh! That’s right! You’re absolutely right! I don’t have any other thoughts! None at all!” Greg nodded frantically.

Lin Jie continued on with a smile, “After all, with all of Joseph’s ability, it still took him two years to find Wilde. Hence it can be seen that if Wilde is well prepared, Joseph might very well be led around by the nose. Moreover, as his best friend, Wilde knows him very well, so Joseph's chances of victory wouldn’t be too high, and there would definitely be some twists and turns.

"But as you said, Wilde is a loner after all…” At this point Lin Jie paused abruptly, then added, “Actually, Old Wil isn’t alone anymore. He actually brought along a few new students previously and wanted me to help guide them along. I wonder how their studies are faring now.”

Of course, Greg knew who those few were—the mainstay of the Corpse Devouring Sect who were now warring against Secret Rite Tower at the heart of the battlefield.

"Speaking of which, your relationship with Joseph is quite similar to the sort they have with Wilde." Lin Jie chuckled. “They, too, admire Wilde greatly.”

Greg wasn’t pleased when he heard this and immediately rebutted with a straight face, "They're helping the wicked! That’s fundamentally different from me!”

"Yes, yes, yes…" Lin Jie nodded perfunctorily as he stroked his chin while musing, “I’m really interested to see what would happen if you guys met.”

"Haha, I was just joking. Don't get so worked up." Lin Jie shrugged. “Though I really want to talk with you more about your troubles, it’s getting rather late now.”

Glancing out the window and seeing that it was already completely dark, Lin Jie said, “There's still the banquet tomorrow. Let’s end our pleasant conversation here for now.”

Greg felt as if he had been pardoned and stumbled out of the room with the communications device as Lin Jie watched him go. Before leaving, Greg didn’t forget to wish the bookstore owner a good night.

Lin Jie smiled and waved his hand, watching the figure gradually disappear into the narrow crack of the door.

"Phew..." After returning to his room and shutting the door, Greg leaned against the wall and exhaled sharply. He rubbed his forehead, realizing that it was full of cold sweat. His tense body finally went limp and he almost slid to the ground.

"Now isn’t the time to relax yet!” Greg gritted his teeth and took out his communications device to report the situation.

When Winston heard the report, he fell silent for a while. Then, trying his best to stop his voice from trembling, he asked, “Are you certain, Apprentice Knight?”

Greg nodded vigorously. "I'm certain! It’s what that evil de—bookstore owner said so himself!”

"In that case, I will report it to the Council of Elders,” Winston expressed heavily. “But… I’m afraid you have to be prepared… Apprentice Knight.”

Greg was momentarily stumped. Then, he overheard the alien sounds from the other end of the communications device. It sounded like the sound of horrifying squirming together with the roaring of wind, or rather, like the sound of an enormous monster breathing.

When piecing it together, it sounded as if something… was swallowing and chewing.

"That demon might have lied to you,” finished Winston.

The distinction of black and white in the center of the ruins was no longer that discernible as before.

From the black half, countless tentacles mixed with bloody threads extended out from the center, gradually covering the entire battlefield and engulfing everything, both living and dead.

Even the white flames of the other half were gradually dissipating.

The ominous black tide was crushing everything around it with an unstoppable momentum.

Lin Jie hummed as he finished washing up and changing into his pajamas. After thinking for a bit, he took out his dreamcatcher and hung it on the wall above him. Then, he laid down on the soft bed, closed his eyes and entered his long awaited white and silvery dreamscape.