When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 970 - 331: The Death of Valentine VII

Chapter 970: Chapter 331: The Death of Valentine VII

Lionheart City, Triumphal Palace.

A young man who appeared to be only in his twenties was strolling leisurely through the Royal Palace with his hands in his pockets.

His splendid blond hair shone with radiant light, and his handsome features were so noble they seemed almost regal. From his deep and pure ruby-like red eyes, there radiated a holy aura of authority.

Neither the glow of Path within his pupils nor his innate noble demeanor showed any sign of bestial savagery. Illuminated by the glittering golden lights of Triumphal Palace, he, clad in a white tailcoat, seemed like a deity walking on earth.

That was none other than “First Red Chancellor” Peng Bonazzi.

The positions of the Red Chancellor and Black Chancellor were always inherited. Each generation’s Red Chancellor was Peng Bonazzi’s child, while the Black Chancellors were vice-principals of the Spirit Summoning Tower.

But unlike the Black Chancellor, who truly had the associated responsibilities and powers… the Red Chancellor was, in fact, without any real power. When people mentioned “Red Chancellor,” they were usually referring to that “First Red Chancellor” behind the current one.

The initial Black Chancellor never concerned himself with politics, simply in name only. In contrast, the First Red Chancellor demanded all power and riches be in his hands… Every generation’s Red Chancellor was his puppet and extension, his most obedient and loyal child.

It was for this reason that almost nobody knew what that “Principal” looked like… However, everyone in the Star Antimony court recognized the First Red Chancellor. Naturally, the guards of Triumphal Palace were no exception.

Confronted with the true wielder of power, the strongest Transcendent of Star Antimony, no guard dared to intercept or question his direction—any attempt to block him would be futile.

As if the Royal Palace was built for Peng Bonazzi, his passage met no obstacles.

And so, he casually made his way to Alfonso Valentine’s study.

With a slight wave of his hand, the tightly closed door flashed with red light and then burst open with a bang.

Red Chancellor Peng Bonazzi walked in with a smile and saw the elderly man reading letters at his desk.

Except for him, the study was empty.

No Attendant, no Captain of the Guard, no servants, and not even Valentine VII’s most trusted jester could be seen.

“Long time no see, Little Alfonso.”

The youthful-looking blond man said with ease: “It’s been over twenty years since we last met, hasn’t it.”

“Yes, Peng Bonazzi.”

The white-haired elder slightly raised his head and spoke slowly: “Since… the last time Herasel’s Secret Treasure was opened, you haven’t visited the Triumphal Palace again.”

“Yes, it angers me to come. Better not to visit at all.”

Peng Bonazzi said offhand: “Anyway, I’ve had a long-standing dissatisfaction with this Triumphal Palace.”

While saying this, he directly sat on the desk in front of the old man.

Peng Bonazzi reached out and casually wrapped his arm around the elder’s neck.

“I was thinking, Alfonso.”

The First Red Chancellor casually said: “I plan to remodel the Triumphal Palace later—I find this golden palace too vulgar. I’m thinking of switching to a red and black color theme, what do you think?”

“Go with gold and red.”

Valentine VII wasn’t enraged; instead, he responded patiently: “Red and black… That’s the style of the Helasal Empire.”

“Is that not good?”

Peng Bonazzi countered: “What do you think of my plans to rebuild the Helasal Empire?”

“An Helasal Empire without even a Heracles?”

The old man chuckled lightly.

His laughter held no trace of sarcasm or mockery, just a sense of the impermanence of worldly affairs.

“That’s why I intend to open Herasel’s Secret Treasure.”

Peng Bonazzi reached out his hand: “Give me the key.”

“The key is the Scepter of the King, it’s by the bedside in my bedroom. The Principal had the key forged inside the dragon bone in the scepter.”

The old man did not react at all, but voluntarily explained: “However, you’ll need more than just the key, there’s also the offering needed to open the door…”

“The Blood of Heracles—I know.”

Peng Bonazzi didn’t let the elder finish and noddingly interrupted.

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He looked the elder up and down with a pleased expression: “Not bad, Little Alfonso. You still know to show me some respect… What reward would you desire? I can let you enjoy your twilight years—or you could try to develop some affinity with the Path of Love, and I could personally resurrect you.”

“No need for that.”

The white-haired elder coughed softly, his pupils shining with a dull yellow light: “I’m already tired anyway.

Star Antimony has too many problems… they are not something one person can solve, nor can they be resolved in one generation. Instead of making do with patching up, it’s better to smash it and rebuild.

“—Since you’re planning on taking over this mess, I might as well have some peace.”

That disheartened, somber tone, seemingly emphasizing “I don’t care,” was proof of excessive Dusk Transformation.

“That won’t do.”

Peng Bonazzi’s tone was decidedly firm: “The reward I grant is not something you can refuse. Don’t make me angry, Alfonso. We can end this all more gracefully.”

To this Red Chancellor, to reject his grace was also akin to “losing face”—rejecting his reward also meant the other party saw themselves on the same level as him. If this person weren’t Alfonso, someone with a bit of familiar sentiment, they would likely have died the instant they dared reject him.

The old man’s dim yellow irises trembled slightly, as though thinking of something. His rigid and ashen face seemed to flicker with a moment of life.