1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King-Chapter 209 - 209 Liz’s Little Adventure (Part 1)

209 Liz’s Little Adventure (Part 1)

Let’s turn back the clock a little to a time before William was teleported to Moonlaw City and the crew of the Whalebone was placed under house arrest.

On the Whalebone, Liz peeked out from under the bed in the cabin that used to be William’s bedroom, surveying the mess that had been made by someone searching the room with her golden eyes. The traces of magic left behind showed that the searchers had used various magical detection methods.

But despite their efforts, they were unable to find Liz hiding under the bed. Based on the principle that shadows were unknown things without light (magic), the high-level Shadow Concealment barrier William had set up protected Liz from a wide range of detection methods. The downside, however, was that those inside the barrier had no idea what was happening outside.

“Don’t frown. Just wait patiently and drink something. I’ll be back as soon as everything goes smoothly. But if this barrier fails, it means I’m in trouble,” William said helplessly, seeing the look of disapproval on Liz’s face as he cast the barrier.

“Then shouldn’t I go with you? I can use the Faerie Mist to help with the magic circuit,” Liz suggested, looking worried at the thought of being stuck in the darkness of the barrier for an unknown amount of time.

“I have a feeling that something is off about the High Elves who just boarded the ship for inspection. I can’t say for sure what’s going on in Ava State. Many elves with the Elven Eye talent can see through your disguise. It’s too dangerous for you to come with me,” William shook his head, explaining that the faerie disguise would be useless against the Elven Eye. If there were any conflicts, Liz, who was responsible for building the magic circuit, would become the primary target.

He was only a projection here. It didn’t matter if he died. In comparison, Liz’s life was more important.

William paused and continued, “If there’s any trouble over there, I still need your help activating the trump card I brought. Oh, and let’s go over the plan again. You remember what to do, right?” William asked.

“Of course! First, I have to turn the disc, right? Wait, no that’s not it, but I remember!”

Looking at Liz’s confident smile, William sighed and said, “You should write it down. Make a note of what I say.”

… 𝒇𝚛e𝘦wℯ𝑏𝓃𝑜νℯ𝒍.co𝗺

The Shadow Barrier had been removed, signaling that Liz’s help was urgently needed. She sat in midair, studying the floating pieces of paper filled with strange patterns.

Liz was sitting cross-legged in midair, looking solemnly at the pieces of paper floating in front of her that were filled with crooked patterns. These weren’t just any patterns—they were the key to helping William.

But Liz had a problem. As a faerie, she didn’t have a concept of language like humans did. Faeries absorbed magic and didn’t need to work together to hunt or gather for survival, so they never developed a language or civilization. To William, the patterns written down seriously by Liz looked like childish graffiti, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. He didn’t know that the “graffiti-looking” writing style of faeries was just that—meaningless scribbles that Liz would forget about soon enough.

In fact, the papers were even out of order.

Liz frowned and looked at the notes for a while, trying to recall the plan she had made with William… but she couldn’t remember anything specific.

Faeries were Transcendent creatures born from ambiguity, so it was natural for them to forget specific plans.

More than a thousand years ago, William Kane and the Continental Chamber of Commerce invested in the reconstruction of the Adventurers Guild and stipulated that any intelligent race in the Currere could register as an adventurer. In the years that followed, although it was very rare, there were indeed examples of faeries registering as adventurers.

Although no faerie in the past 1,000 years had received the title of Legendary adventurer and had their names engraved in the Guild’s Silver Canon because of their playful and peaceful personality, there was a common saying about faeries that was very famous in this circle.

“Never let the faerie in your team act alone, because you will never fail to guess what stupid things she will do next.”

Unfortunately, a certain someone from more than a thousand years ago had never heard of this saying.

After pondering for a long time to no avail, this palm-sized faerie decided to follow her intuition in helping her good friend.

But what should she do?

Liz remembered that she needed to find a chest, so she set off on a mission to do just that.

Yes! This was clear enough as a goal!

—the ambiguity in context for faeries.

It was akin to asking lost children in the forest how they returned home. It was as clear as following the guidance of the stars or the fragrance of flowers.

Throwing away the incomprehensible pieces of paper in her hand, golden scale powder sprinkled down with the constantly trembling wings behind Liz. Most of it dissipated before it could fall to the ground.

She flew through the room, leaving behind a trail of sparkling scale powder, and headed out into the corridor.

Then, she passed through the door like a golden wind and flew to the cabin corridor.

…

In the cargo hold of the Whalebone, two elven magic chanters in lightning-embroidered robes were huddled around a mysterious chest.

“This is a problem,” one of them muttered. “It’s a void box, but if we try to force it open, the items inside will be destroyed by the spatial rift. And where did they even find this thing? The craftsmanship is long lost.”

“Forget about where it came from,” the other responded. “We have to figure out how to open it. The captain said there’s dozens of kilograms of Elementium Silver inside. It’s impossible for just the two of us to open it. We’ll have to go to Moonlaw City and find a way. We need to be at least Legendary level in lightning spells to stabilize the rift.”

“But then others will know. Who’s there?!”

One of the elven magic chanters frowned and immediately turned around.

A small golden figure appeared where the magic chanter was looking as a disc-shaped pale-blue nexus lit up in his hand.

With the crackling sound of air being pierced, a barrage of lightning bolts enveloped the warehouse door like a cage, but a melodic song drowned out the sound of the lightning. The golden figure turned into a mist, the lightning cage passing through it like fingers through smoke. It condensed into the figure of a palm-sized girl.

“A faerie?”

The magic chanter who released Lightning Cage was slightly stunned when he saw what it was.

Then, when he saw the other party’s golden eyes clearly, his expression became even more surprised.

“And a God-era faerie?!”

The elf’s expression turned to one of shock and excitement. “Capture that faerie! I know how to open the chest!”

…

Meanwhile, William watched Remides’s battle from afar, growing increasingly anxious as he tried to sense the backup plan he had set up. “Come on, it’s just opening a chest. Why is it taking so long?”