The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 109

Early morning.

Just as the sky began to brighten, the inn’s door was knocked upon. The visitor was from the royal palace.

Lan Zhe, who had enthusiastically gotten up early to make breakfast for Su Li, asked casually as he placed the plate on the table. “Who sent you?”

The visitor mentioned a name that took him a moment to recognize.

“It’s His Highness Willard.”

This referred to that unfortunate child who, long ago, was sent by the King to the Mercenary City with the intention of having him killed. In reality, the King had planned to use him as a tool-heir to figure out the internal defenses of Mercenary City, in order to capture Sadina City.

However, speaking of the name Willard, what Lan Zhe remembered most distinctly was that Willard chose to transmit intelligence through the conventional method of sending letters.

It was quite difficult to put into words.

Lan Zhe looked at the weather outside. Compared to yesterday’s chaotic scene, today’s early morning had merely a foggy sky, which put him in a relatively good mood.

So, Lan Zhe naturally ignored the messenger’s hints about calling Su Li downstairs.

Only after all the dishes were placed on the table did the Dark Holy Son look up at the young man coming down from the stairway.

Su Li’s complexion, which had seemed relatively natural yesterday, appeared somewhat pale today.

With the constitution of an ordinary person, especially a child, it was understandable to feel unwell after getting rained on and then having a mentally stressful conversation with a group of adults in the middle of the night.

Su Li adjusted the scarf around his neck, sniffled, and greeted Lan Zhe. “Morning.”

He immediately noticed the neatly arranged, even sumptuous, breakfast.

For this alone, Su Li sincerely clasped his hands together and expressed gratitude. “I feel that my continued stable existence is all thanks to you.”

The inn had once made Su Li reflect that even with Prince Ophelia backing it, bankruptcy should have been its destined fate.

Lan Zhe patted his forehead and said, “…So at this moment, should I reply with ‘good morning,’ or pretend I didn’t hear anything?”

Su Li: “Perhaps sitting down to eat with me would be most appropriate.”

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Su Li saw the smile curl at the corners of Lan Zhe’s lips.

Last night’s conversation could be described as a retired corporate worker’s great enlightenment.

Talkative men are indeed annoying, but compared to talkative men, those who cannot speak properly are even more ridiculous. Su Li neither said things he shouldn’t say, nor did he say things that would sound harsh to others.

Conversely, he could say whatever he wanted to say at any time.

Although these ways of conversing weren’t deliberately calculated, they appeared more deliberate because he could anticipate others’ reactions.

After finishing the stomach-soothing porridge Lan Zhe had prepared early in the morning, Su Li gently placed down the spoon without making any noticeable sound, then asked, “Who might this be?”

Su Li directed his gaze toward the messenger.

Who would have thought that upon hearing his voice, the man immediately assumed a reverent expression and hastily said, “Hello, I am one of His Highness Willard’s knights. The purpose of my visit is that His Highness invites your lordship to the palace.”

Su Li quickly realized what the name Willard represented, and then uncontrollably remembered the image of Willard standing behind Qi’s mother.

After the series of recent events flashed through his mind, Su Li immediately pictured Willard having pledged allegiance to Qi’s mother.

This conversation was most likely about discussing how to handle the unconscious King and Ophelia from yesterday.

Willard, a child the same age as Su Li’s body, hadn’t left a good impression on him.

Even the intelligence that Willard had previously actively transmitted had been diluted in Su Li’s memory over time, as it had happened only once.

Therefore, even knowing that Willard had found a new collaborator, Su Li’s thoughts were primarily that it was inconsequential.

However, thinking about the message that Willard had once passed along, which had indeed opened the prelude to this world’s false truths, Su Li also felt that he indeed needed to meet him.

As for whom to bring along, after consideration, he decided on Lan Zhe, who was in good mental condition.

Though the latter questioned, “Is it really okay not to bring Eg?”

Su Li responded seriously, “Since he received too much information yesterday and needs time to process it, it’s better not to burden his brain with additional stress at this time.”

Upon hearing this, Lan Zhe was delighted and quickly said, “So you mean that because I’ve already understood what you said last night, you can more freely tell me your new ideas and decisions?”

Su Li waved his hand. “No, I think that as a Dark Elementalist, you should follow your personal inclinations more.”

“So no matter how much new information I stuff into your brain, for you, it would probably just be equivalent to me telling some more real-life stories that are comparable to ghost stories.”

Egbert would care a bit more, and that’s because the words Su Li spoke came from Su Li’s own thoughts.

It was also because of Su Li that Egbert wanted to understand Su Li’s thoughts.

But the Dark Holy Son was different.

Lan Zhe would only think: now that the story is finished, when do we start working?

Just remember to call him when it’s time to work.

That was his attitude.

He didn’t care at all how bizarre this world was; Lan Zhe only cared about when Su Li planned to start messing with this world.

Interestingly, his attitude was different from the mindset of those in this world who were influenced by monster beast bloodlines.

His way of thinking was purely different from normal people.

But Su Li accepted it well, and even felt that Lan Zhe, with such an attitude, was more suitable to accompany him to meet Willard and engage in some scheming.

Besides, this would successfully prevent Egbert from overheating his brain.

After briefly explaining his reason for choosing him, Su Li instantly saw Lan Zhe’s face full of speechlessness.

Finally, after holding back for a long time, Lan Zhe burst out, “I’m glad you’ve become more lively than before, but in the process of being lively, incidentally getting my blood pumping is a bit too much.”

He felt like hitting someone.

And specifically, he wanted to hit a particular person (Egbert).

In short, everything was Egbert’s fault, no matter what.

Lan Zhe quickly comforted himself and then went to the palace with Su Li.

After entering the palace, Su Li looked at the many ruined buildings without changing his expression, not considering it his fault at all, and calmly followed the guide to one of the side halls that had barely survived.

Willard was there.

However, Willard didn’t maintain a lofty posture. On the contrary, the moment he saw Su Li, this youth who was half a head taller than Su Li took two or three big strides to reach him.

“It’s been a long time, sir.”

While Su Li was marveling at where he had learned such an absurd form of address, he said, “I don’t have 4.0 vision at such a young age that I couldn’t see you following the Queen yesterday.”

Willard was stunned for a moment.

Su Li looked up at him. Compared to Su Li’s dark circles from not sleeping well for several days, Willard now looked like he could enter a zoo at any time…

The kind that’s exhibited.

As Su Li was letting his thoughts wander aimlessly, Willard came to his senses and said with a guilty expression. “I said I would be the most useful blade in your hand, but up until now, the only achievement I can present is capturing Ophelia, who had already fallen unconscious due to your influence.”

Su Li’s scalp tingled at his expression.

He chose not to take the blame for this.

“Being able to discover her before Ophelia’s subordinates could, it could be said that you have some control over parts of the palace.”

Willard looked at Su Li speaking calmly, feeling that his gaze was extremely gentle, and even his tone carried a sense of forgiveness.

The emotion of feeling useless that had been tightly wound in his heart suddenly relaxed, and Willard’s nose stung, nearly bringing him to tears.

Since being locked in the dungeon by Ophelia, Willard had truly experienced what it meant to live in hell.

Sewage, rats, cockroaches… even water snakes had become his companions during that time.

After Ophelia left, Willard racked his brains and tried every possible way to promise benefits to the guards, finally getting them to release him.

But the benefits were never delivered; instead, the result was that the guards all died.

This opened the door to a new world for Willard.

—Dead people eliminate all risks.

At that time, when he first learned that Ophelia had gone to Mercenary City, his new thought wasn’t how to save Su Li, but rather…

How to kill the King.

What was Ophelia’s capital? Of course, it was the King’s favor.

But what if the King died?

An ordinary concubine mother, a family without backing, and her own unremarkable talents…

From any angle, as long as the King died, Ophelia would no longer be a threat.

Regardless of how Willard reached this conclusion, as a boy half a year younger than Qi, when he maintained this mindset to trap the King, he actually succeeded in poisoning him.

However, sudden death would be easy to expose, so Willard chose to use a slow-acting poison.

Who knew it would be so timely? When Mavis confronted the King back then, it happened to coincide with the poison taking effect.

She originally intended to directly kill the King as instructed by the Pope, but later changed her mind and just stabbed him a few times, ensuring the King wouldn’t die immediately but not being 100% certain he would survive.

While the King was in this Schrodinger’s state, Willard thought he was about to succeed, but then Ophelia returned.

The absurd thing was that Ophelia also wanted to kill the King.

Willard, who had outdated intelligence and simply believed Ophelia was the biggest threat, was completely dumbfounded.

Qi’s mother gave the actively defecting Willard one sentence, roughly meaning, sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.

Willard felt this wasn’t right. After much thought, regardless of what Ophelia was thinking, the King still needed to die first.

But the King, who had been poisoned and stabbed by the Dark Holy Maiden, not only didn’t die, he woke up.

And the Pope who had awakened the King died, and Leirela died along with him.

Willard: ???

After everything ended that day, Willard, who had joined Qi’s mother to probe whether Su Li and the others belonged to which prince or princess’s faction, had a strange expression on his face.

But he still bravely endured for a day, waiting for the early morning meeting.

For instance right now, he really wanted to know…

“Does Meredith Amikbi still need to die or not?”