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“Say... you weren’t hit by Yinan back then, right?”

The Night Lord remained silent.

“Or, are you just a goddamn slouch at home?” Lin Sheng rolled his eyes as he looked towards the other direction, directly at the familiar pretty man that was lying in the middle of the lake.

“Don’t disturb me. I’m already dead,” the Night Lord said as he closed his eyes.

“Dyze, don’t you go lazing out on me. I need you now!” Lin Sheng said, his tone serious.

“You don’t need me. You need Khadula. I’m already dead. Don’t talk to me.” The Night Lord’s lips did not even move this time around, and for some reason, his voice could still come out.

“You think I went through all the trouble to pull you out of Blackfeather City just so you can be a slouch?” Lin Sheng retorted.

“I didn’t ask to be pulled out of that place alright? Shut it, and get lost. Don’t disturb my sleep. I’m already dead. Don’t talk to me.”

The Night Lord then used his shadow to form a word: Dead.

“What’s up with that!! Get up this instant!” Lin Sheng’s temper exploded as he stomped over and pulled the Night Lord out of the lake by the color.

“I had just saved your life! You’re insane!” Dyze shouted. “Even peasants get a day off!”

“Who the bloody hell is a peasant!” Lin Sheng slammed his hand on the back of Dyze’s skull.

“Without your bloodline restraining you now, you sure are one lazy slouch!! Lin Sheng had never thought that his split spirit would be such a character.

If he had known, he would not have summoned him out. But the situation was critical, and to save Khadula, he had to insert Dyze’s own memory fragments into the Night Lord. These soul fragments were originally part of the Night Lord’s own soul and were simply stored in Lin Sheng’s mind as it could not be absorbed.

For such fragmented souls, after using the Night Lord’s body in the fight, it was natural that they simply scattered. However, it was a good thing for Lin Sheng, as the Night Lord’s soul scattered, he would absorb them.

Besides, the soul lake was the final destination of the black lines he had absorbed.

So when the Night Lord’s soul had scattered, at that same moment he had absorbed the soul particles, so a second later, the Night Lord was reborn as his split spirit.

However, a tiny change had taken place in the newly resurrected Night Lord.

Due to the emergency, when he had stuffed the soul fragments into the Night Lord, there were other memory fragments that were included as well aside from Dyze’s own memories.

And now, the Dyze before him had taken this character...

“When I was the Night Lord I really wanted to just laze around...” Dyze was dragged up helplessly as he simply flopped over like a spineless insect in Lin Sheng’s hands.

“And did I summon you to get you to laze about?!” Lin Sheng roared. “Believe me when I say I’ll beat your a**!”

“Do it, I can go sleep after you’re done.” The Night Lord had completely sunk into sloth mode as he shrugged and waited for his punishment.

“Bloody hell!!” Lin Sheng was so pissed off that he ran his mouth. He was apprehensive about beating the Night Lord up, as the latter had indeed just saved him.

Did that mean he had to leave him to his own devices there, though?

Is this the real, gentle Count Palminton, the Commander of the Army, the strongest councillor of Blackfeather City!?

“Come! I’m not afraid of pain!” Dyze closed his eyes and totally stopped moving.

Seeing him so, Lin Sheng got even more pissed.

While he knew that the bugger had simply done what he wanted in the spiritual realm, unfettered by his bloodline, etiquette or his upbringing. But that character that he had revealed... made him wanted to smother him alive!!

*Bam!!*

Lin Sheng brutally shoved Dyze into the lake and turned away without a word into the darkness.

“Don’t call me if there’s nothing.” Dyze’s slothful voice rang out from behind. And that totally pissed Lin Sheng off as he decided to turn back and beat the bugger up.

“Oh right, I had healed Khadula up.” The next thing Dyze said stopped Lin Sheng in his tracks.

“That child really likes you.” Dyze smiled, a nostalgic gentleness flashed across his eyes.

“Indeed...” Lin Sheng’s expression mellowed as he looked at the Night Lord floating on the lake.

“Then I’ll get Khadula to take the form of Shayna once I get back. Ugh... kissing a young girl everything can be criminal, a change of tastes should be in order.” He muttered to himself as he walked towards the darkness.

“Wait!!” Dyze called out and leaped before Lin Sheng to block his path.

“Anything but that!!” He gave a pained bow towards Lin Sheng.

“Hehe, that depends on your performance then.” Lin Sheng sneered.

Dyze, upon having his Achilles heel targeted, his expression blackened. As he looked at his main host, he suddenly felt that his plans to laze about was about to die in its infancy...

...

Shermanton, Sanctum Hill, the Sanctum of Shadows.

The night veil had descended as the moon appeared.

On an empty ground by the edge of the Holy Sanctum at the hillside of Sanctum Hill. A group of Lin Sheng’s core underlings had gathered. And also five representatives from the Xylond government.

A tall lady with red curly hair led the delegation and was staring grimly at the Night Lord standing not too far away.

“Commander Shaylan, this time around, the Sanctum Hill’s operation against the factions of Shermanton has been known to the government. We have already done our best to keep any casualties and damage to the bare minimum. And yet, the TSSF came knocking anyway, so what’s your business here?”

The one speaking was not the Night Lord, rather was a giant of a man clad in robes and a mask. The masked man seemed to have a lot of authority, and neither Khadula nor the Night Lord indicated otherwise.

That masked man was the Thunderbeast under Lin Sheng’s control.

Due to their souls being separated, Lin Sheng could not use the Thunderbeast to prevent Khadula’s suicidal move. And that was the mistake he was talking about.

Thankfully Dyze came to save the day, and that also allowed Lin Sheng to discover a way to quickly dissolve the soul fragments. But that is also incumbent on the subject agreeing to it.

As he snapped out of thought, Lin Sheng looked at the Xylond officials.

The lady named Shaylan spoke slowly. “We did indeed received your notice, and have approved your sanitation operation, but you did not mention that you will come face to face with a high-level elite!”

She seemed to be angry. And the Xylondians do indeed have a reason to be angry.

That’s because the area where the Night Lord and Yinan fought was reduced to a desolate land. The destroyed buildings included one civilian apartment, thirteen shop lots, twelve street lamps, one internet relay station, and a good stretch of road that needed patching up.

Plus, the Xylondians also needed to cover this up and brainwash any civilians who witnessed that.

“And?” Lin Sheng knew that the latter was here to discuss terms.

And as expected, Shaylan, who wore a furious look immediately changed her expression as she gave an eye-motion to her deputy.

The deputy stepped forward and handed over a printed document to Lin Sheng.

And the first thing he saw was a recompense request in the form of the Night Lord’s assistance.

They indeed had their eyes on his combat prowess.

“If you need us to pay the bill for the damaged area, we can pay you back, but as the Night Lord had only just concluded a vicious battle with that mysterious foe and have yet to fully recover. So I doubt he can be of little help to you.” Lin Sheng attempted to decline.