Ning Busan saw how eager he was and warned him sharply, “Don't push your luck!”
Leo gave a sinister laugh. “It's been so long. Come on, let's have a friendly spar!”
At this moment, Ning Busan suddenly envied the simple friendship between women.
If your best girlfriend got her nails done and shared the news with you, you wouldn't have to think at all; you could just mindlessly shower her with compliments.
But if your best bro turned into a skeleton one day, his sole focus would be using his finger bones to leave bloody scratches all over your face.
In return, Ning Busan used the Jinge Sword to chop off all the finger bones on both of Leo's hands.
Leo squatted on the ground, cursing under his breath as he picked up his bones.
Ning Busan pulled out a wand from his space ring and cast a healing spell on himself, making the scratches on his face vanish instantly.
“I remember you having absolutely no magical talent before, but now you've actually become a mage,” Leo said sarcastically.
“Oh, right! You've changed your name to Ning Busan now, and you've even become the Divine Envoy of the God of Light. But I clearly remember that a certain someone used to look down on the God of Light the most.”
Ning Busan's eyelid twitched. “I didn't! I'm not! Don't talk nonsense!”
Leo clicked his tongue. “A certain someone said that usually, the leaders of the Light faction are the biggest villains behind the scenes, and even warned me never to believe in him. What? Did that certain someone forget?”
Ning Busan wanted nothing more than to stab him to death. “Just shut up!”
To be fair, he wasn't wrong.
That was exactly what Ning Busan was thinking right now.
Ever since he had obtained Louis's memories and learned that Louis's disappearance was related to the God of Light, the God of Light was the one Ning Busan was most wary of.
He constantly felt like a pawn of the God of Light, but he had no idea what kind of game the deity was playing.
Ning Busan still remembered that the God of Light had once said He would always watch over him.
One could interpret it as a sign of favor, but from another perspective, it could also be seen as a warning.
Regardless of whether the God of Light was truly watching him right now, Ning Busan made a gesture of prayer and said devoutly, “Praise the God of Light. May I forever bathe in Your holy radiance.”
Leo tilted his head, the ghostly green soul fire in his eye sockets flickering.
Although he admitted his temper was a bit hot, to have been a wise man praised by the world ten thousand years ago, his intelligence was definitely nothing to scoff at.
Even if Louis hadn't said it explicitly, through Louis's behavior, he had already guessed the truth.
The God of Light was watching them—or more accurately, watching Louis.
As for why he didn't suspect that Louis actually believed in the God of Light?
Because he knew all too well that Louis had no faith.
Leo asked, “How did you get through these ten thousand years?”
Ning Busan said, “I don't have any memory of these ten thousand years. When I woke up, I had become an ordinary person, and then I discovered that the xenos were invading the Landia Continent again.”
Aside from hiding the fact that he came from another world, he summarized his experiences of the past five years in a few words.
Leo rested his chin in his hand and pondered for a long time before asking in a serious tone, “Then doesn't that mean you can use light magic now?”
Ning Busan nodded. “Yes. What about it?”
Leo shook Ning Busan's body wildly. “Quick, quick, quick! Give me some holy light! I haven't basked in the sun for ten thousand years!”
The undead were such bizarre creatures.
They liked to bury themselves in the dirt when they slept, but once they woke up, they would desperately crave the sun.
Ning Busan said, “Beg me.”
The next second, three more bloody scratches appeared on Ning Busan's face.
Ning Busan roared, “Leo! I'm going to snap your bones off one by one!”
“You said you'd snap them off with your hands, so put your sword away first,” Leo provoked wildly. “I'm not using a weapon. If you've got the guts, put yours away too!”
Ning Busan actually sheathed his sword and sneered, “You never beat me when you were human. Do you think you can beat me now that you're undead?”
“We'll only know after we try.”
Fists clashed violently with dry bones, flesh and decay tangled, and the sound of impact tore through the darkness.
Just as they were fighting tooth and nail, Novalia arrived.
Seeing Ning Busan entangled with a skeleton, she immediately drew her greatsword and charged forward, shouting sharply, “Let go of him—”
Having taken a hit from the sword, Leo was about to explode with anger. “I'm your damn ancestor! Why are you helping him?”
Novalia asked Ning Busan, “Are you okay?”
With his face covered in scratches, it was hard for Ning Busan to say the words “I'm fine.”
Novalia shielded Ning Busan behind her, warily staring at Leo.
“Emperor Leo, you are my ancestor, and I respect you deeply. But even so, I cannot tolerate you causing trouble in the empire. What on earth do you want to do?”
“I want to take a bath! I also want to bask in the sun!” Leo barked, aggrieved and angry. “What are you looking at? Can't you even satisfy this small request?”
Ning Busan whispered in Novalia's ear, “The matter with the Undead Realm has been resolved. You just need to placate your ancestor.”
Novalia froze for a moment, then hurriedly said to Leo, “Please state whatever requests you have, and I will have someone arrange them for you right away.”
Leo said, “Then tie up the guy behind you and let me beat him up.”
Ning Busan asked, “Can you have some shame?”
“Do I still have a face? I'm only bones now!” Leo sneered. “But what about you? Do you have any shame? You plan to dump me on this little girl?”
Ning Busan said without a trace of guilt, “What do you mean dump? You're Novalia's ancestor. It's only right for her to take care of you!”
Without a doubt, if he brought Leo home, his house would definitely have no peace.
If he wanted some peace and quiet, it would be best to keep Leo in the palace.
“If you're not afraid of me causing trouble for you, then suit yourself,” Leo called out teasingly, “Lord Divine Envoy.”
He knew Louis was someone who hated trouble.
Louis was now called Ning Busan, and his identity as the Divine Envoy was working perfectly. He definitely wouldn't want others to know that he was the Louis from ten thousand years ago.
Ning Busan knew he was threatening him and said helplessly, “Forget it, Novalia. I'll take care of your ancestor after all.”
Pausing, Ning Busan reminded her, “Send more people to watch the King this time. Don't let him escape again, so it won't affect your coronation ceremony.”
Novalia vaguely sensed something.
The atmosphere between the two of them didn't feel like a first meeting, but rather like old friends.
But if Ning Busan really knew Emperor Leo from before, then he should also be someone from ten thousand years ago. How could he still be alive today?
Rate on N.U.
