"Your Majesty, regarding the migration of the Southern Continent royal family members and your earlier statement about them gathering soldiers, should this old servant intervene beforehand to prevent future troubles?"
Abraham bowed his head and placed his hands on his stomach, looking as disciplined as a missionary from an old era.
This terrifying creature, which destroyed the palace and crushed nearly ten thousand people overnight, was always as docile as a dog beside Norton, not even daring to speak loudly.
Norton sighed slightly, then looked at Elizabeth was waiting respectfully to the side.
"Take the little princess away to rest."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Elizabeth nodded respectfully, then reached out and took Maria's small hand, leading her outside.
Little Maria kept turning back to look at the Pale God, her eyes filled with a longing to know his thoughts.
However, she dared not disobey the pale-faced prince's words in the slightest.
Strangely enough, His Majesty Norton never encountered unruly children or men and women lacking emotional intelligence who were difficult to communicate with. From young to old, from men to women, everyone was exceptionally obedient and polite.
Although Norton was instilling the ideas he wanted, this transformation did not happen overnight.
Little Maria's current concern remains with her father and family, rather than the ideas Norton has instilled in her.
Unfortunately, Norton didn't care about her desires.
Norton reached out and draped the soft fox fur over his shoulders, then rose from the sofa and slowly walked to the glass curtain wall.
Standing here, you can see the entire palace in the distance.
To deceive this Pale God, the palace is still bustling with people, including those dressed in royal attire posing as members of the royal family, and even the servants have been replaced.
Servants are not so easy to train, especially trusted ones.
They will all be transported to the Northern Continent as part of the foundation of loyalty to the Aodelan royal family, while those who remain are naturally the less important and less loyal.
Therefore, the palace is still brightly lit everywhere.
"Your Majesty." Abraham opened his mouth slightly again, looking nervously at the Pale God standing in front of the French windows, his mind racing.
He couldn't stop complaining inside.
Hajinuo has somehow learned a trick of refusing to answer, using it to torment his loyal subordinates by deliberately ignoring their calls, which disgusts Abraham to no end.
I didn't answer Elizabeth before, and now I'm not answering Abraham, because I'm just passing on a lot of negative energy to him every day.
Fortunately, this time Norton finally found an answer when he looked out the window at the view of the imperial city.
However, the very first sentence chilled Abraham to the bone.
"No need. You, Abraham, have always harbored a rebellious nature, and I have tolerated you until now. Now that the Aodelan Empire wants to betray me, I can certainly accept it calmly."
Not only did I accept it, I was overjoyed!
Norton finally spoke softly.
In the blink of an eye, Abraham felt a chill run through him, followed by overwhelming panic.
"No... Your Majesty, this old servant never intended to harm you, Your Majesty..."
"No need for further explanation! Those who betray me deserve commendable courage!"
Those who want to betray their loved ones but never dare to do so are cowardly and petty!
I, Norton, have been dreaming for a thousand years. When I awoke, I was overjoyed to find that the younger generation of this Southern Continent still possesses such courage and vision!
Backstabbing is a crime, but courage is not!
In this era of human brilliance, to witness it is a privilege beyond measure. I remember the names of Popes Adam and Yalian III, but I have completely forgotten the name of that man who accompanied me for ten years, only to turn into a beast in the end!
Norton spoke softly, his words filled with emotion and nostalgia, which truly moved Abraham.
But it also filled him with unparalleled fear.
Because he had already discerned a different meaning in His Majesty's words.
Your Majesty, why does he seem to be anticipating being betrayed?
Abraham subconsciously thought he was wrong, but the more he recalled the time since His Majesty's resurrection, the more he felt that his thinking was correct.
Since the resurrection of this Pale God, from the very beginning, He has been sprinkling holy water that can transform people, nurturing groups of people with miraculous talents.
There is absolutely no control over the scattered Vampire and Werewolf outside, and it seems that they are allowed to multiply and expand unchecked.
It did not display any extraordinary divine power; instead, it spontaneously cut its own flesh and blood so that researchers from the Aodelan Empire could study it.
All of these actions have exposed his own secrets, and he has even cultivated a number of extraordinary individuals who may pose a threat to him. He has no intention of controlling his forces at all. Such behavior is vastly different from that of His Majesty who was not sealed a thousand years ago.
You could even say they're two extremes!
This is practically like sharpening a knife before handing it out; it's undoubtedly an attempt to backstab someone!
Abraham suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
For some reason, he recalled the ancient texts of the Papal State from a thousand years ago.
In the past, God was just as willful and capricious as Your Majesty, creating gods to separate His own divine authority, and even creating something similar to Him— Kuba, who ultimately met a tragic end, being struck down in the sky.
Although their actions were not exactly the same, they were remarkably similar, even giving Abraham a glimpse of a possible replication...
"Yes, Your Majesty! This old servant takes his leave." Abraham felt as if he had touched upon a problem that was beyond his comprehension, and he was filled with panic.
He hurriedly bowed to Norton, wanting to leave the oppressive bedroom.
Even though Abraham had risen to the rank of Prince, facing this Pale God was still like a drop of water in the ocean; he felt like a rootless duckweed, and even a few words were hard to bear.
Just how far does he need to advance to close the gap between himself and His Majesty?
Abraham looked dejected, a sense of powerlessness washing over him.
If there were still a path forward for him, then there would still be hope. But even the True Ancestor hasn't advanced in nearly a thousand years; what possibility does Abraham have of advancing...?
etc!
Abraham, who was walking out, suddenly paused, then narrowed his eyes.
It seems he knows what His Majesty truly wants!
He, Abraham, was created by His Majesty, and all his advancement is related to His Majesty. The advancement of Vampire is based on bloodline. Fourth-Generation Vampire can advance to a third- Second-Generation Vampire by consuming a second-generation Third-Generation Vampire. He, Abraham, could advance to Prince by consuming holy water. Now, with only His Majesty above him, he can no longer advance.
That Your Majesty was created by God, and by killing Kuba, you ascended to godhood. Now, God is the only one above you, so there is nothing more for you to advance.
So, Your Majesty's actions are actually an attempt to find an opportunity for advancement?
Abraham's eyes narrowed slightly, and a surge of ecstasy welled up inside him.
"If I take Your Majesty as an example and observe the possibility of advancement, is it possible for me to also successfully advance to the rank of Your Majesty, which can now be described as 'god'?"
Abraham's idea was utterly outrageous!
God wanted to observe Norton, Norton wanted to observe Abraham, and Abraham wanted to observe Norton —they were all going down their old paths!
Abraham concealed his inner joy and took a book from his bosom.
He was furious with the way His Majesty reprimanded him today and needs to comfort himself.
Abraham was not a conservative man. With the resurgence, aside from secretly drinking holy water to try to evolve, he spent most of his time reading.
Because he was under immense psychological pressure from Norton every day, the books he read most were psychology books.
At that moment, he held a book of famous psychological quotes that he had copied down himself.
'Sigh... Life wisdom: I must immediately distance myself from those who throw negative energy at me...'