Chapter 140 — FINAL CHAPTER
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(Holy Land of Aspasia)
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"Achooo..." She sneezed loudly while covering her mouth with her palm..
She turned back, left and then right... They were a lot of people hanging around the corner but no one was paying her attention.
"Socrates Brother... Are you the one calling my name?" She looked up to the starry sky...
A soft smile plastered on her face as she stood there forgetting that she's in line..
"Young miss. You blocking the way.." Someone whispered behind her politely and her face flushed red in embarrassment..
"Apologies.." She quickly lifted her white gown and rushed forward towards the gate..
They were two guards standing there... Dressed in white knight uniform...
"Where's your permit?" asked one of the guards...
"Permit?" Amelia arched a brow... "I don't have any.."
"Go back.. You're not allowed here.." The second guard face turned hostile..
This caused a sad expression to form on Amelia's face...
"Without a permit.. You won't be allowed to enter the Holy land Aspasia." Said the man behind her..
"I wonder what clan did miss come from?" He added before she could think...
"I don't have a clan.. It's just a family.." Amelia said lowly... She's in a faraway land, even if she calls her family name. No one who know it... Just to still save face...
"OH young miss came from a no name family.. That's why she didn't have a permit.." The man's voice was loud..
Loud enough for others to hear... And they looked at her...
Eyes filled with contempt...
The crowd was discussing about her... Her lowly status...
One should know that everyone that want to enter the Holy Land of Aspasia is from influential family...
She covered her face in shame as tears streamed from her eyes...
They were slandering her .. Right in her presence...
"Young miss.. If you don't mind spending the night with me... I'll give you a permit..." The man move closer to her with the aim of touching her face when she look up and the next thing she did was landed a slap on his cheek..
TAWAH...
It resounded everywhere as everyone gasped in shock...
The young miss from a backwater family just slapped a noble....
"How dare you Slap me?" The noble cried out as the crowd gathered...
Some were looking at her with contempt... Some with pity...
She just offended a noble...
A guard came out to check out the cause of the commotion.. This guard was wearing a silver armor as he pushed in the crowd and reached the Noble and the Young miss..
"Bless the Lord you're here... Can you believe this filthy commoner slap me?" The Noble said to the Guard..
"I want her punish now.." He added... The guard looked at his red cheek and then the scared face of the Young Miss...
"He...he...harassed me..." She pointed at him while shivering..
"And so..." The Noble snorted... "You're just..."
Before he could complete his speech, a sword was placed on his neck...
The crowd gasped in shock.. The guard had drew out his sword in a jiffy and placed on the Noble's neck... They were surprise... Why is the guard taking the side of the commoner..
" You dare harass the Direct Disciple of the Holy hall..." The guard announced and the announcement shocked everyone..
A direct disciple of the Holy Hall...
Even Amelia was shocked...
Everyone was beyond shocked....
Who's she? How's she a direct disciple of the Holy Hall? Which family did she came from?
The Noble suckered in.... "How can I believe that? What's her identity?"
"She's AMELIA TRUEBLOOD.. THE SEVENTH DIRECT DISCIPLE OF THE HOLY HALL.. A 3RD TIER ALCHEMIST..."
In every information that the guard poured out... Only one word sink....
TRUEBLOOD....
'She's a TRUEBLOOD...'
'She's a family of the new King... King Socrates TRUEBLOOD..'
'The TRUEBLOOD Kingdom has just been formed.. To think I'll see someone from the Kingdom..'
Amelia couldn't believe her ears.. 'Her brother King...??'
"Guards. Come lock this fool up..." The guard beckoned to the others and they carried his order out swiftly..
"Please Lady Amelia.. After me.." The Guard lead the way while she follow... The crowd that watched her with contempt now revered her... They envy her... They want to be like her...
Amelia walked through the gate.. The guards that barked for her bow for her as she stepped into the Holy Land of Aspasia...Elegantly....
Here in this land.... Her Journey as the greatest Alchemist on Earth... She has achieved the first step..
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[Greek Empire]
A man putting on a plain white robe was seen staring through the glass at the city down below his skyscraper...
There was a tobacco placed in his mouth while his hands were behind his back...
A silhouette suddenly came out of the shadows... Standing behind the man with a defiant gaze...
"The rumor is true... The boy really posses a Golden token and he can utilize it..."
"What realm?"
"Peak Master Realm My Lord."
"There's no way a Golden token will be activated without the recognition of a King Tier Realm cultivator... The boy is hiding some deep secret... And that secret I'm interested in..."
"He also has a summon at the Peak Grandmaster realm.."
"What a fortunate person.. Hahaha.." The man removed the tobacco from his mouth before laughing..
"Does he know what being a King means? Can he protect his subject? Did he really know why that district was known as the Hellenic Republic?"
"Because it harbors the Hellenic Dungeon... An A rank Dungeon that almost caused Greek to fall."
"I want that Golden token.. I want the boy... But such person won't submit.. I know him... I've been there before.. He had tasted power... Fight hard to get it... He won't let go... We won't fight him head on.... I can't be seen toying with my junior...".
" What did we do? "
"Since he's a King.. We let him look after his subject.. We show him what it's to be a King. We unseal the Hellenic Dungeon and the Beast from Hell will pour into his Kingdom.."
"And when the Kingdom fall... We will swoop in and take over everything.. The Golden token, the Boy.. His secrets and everything..."
"Hahaha..." The man laugh out loud... His aura mistakenly escaped....
The aura of A King Tier Cultivator....
"Socrates Trueblood... The Peak Master Realm King...Ridiculous.."
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(Trueblood Kingdom)
"A storm is brewing...." Lady Achillia said to Socrates who sat on his throne....
She was seated on his shoulder.... She took the form of a little doll as she stared into the horizon..
"A big storm...."
"Socrates... You've survived what 99% won't survive... You managed to evolve from a Broken Cultivator to a King..."
"But this is just the beginning...."
"Your head is on the line...."
"They'll come for your throne..."
"They'll attack you not directly... Through any means to get to you... They'll seize your kingdom.."
"What will you do then?" Lady Achillia asked and then Socrates eyes snapped open..
"LET THEM COME... I'M NOT AFRAID OF ANYONE... I'M NOT A WEAKLING... IF MY STRENGTH ISN'T ENOUGH I'LL TRAIN HARDER.... I'LL FIGHT... I'LL BLEED... I'LL PROTECT WHAT BELONG TO ME..
I THE SON OF TRUEBLOOD... WHEN I WAS A BROKEN CULTIAVATOR... I NEVER COWER....
NOW THAT I'M KING..... I'LL NEVER COWER....
FOR I'M SOCRATES — THE SON OF TRUEBLOOD — THE YOUNGER BROTHER OF AMELIA TRUEBLOOD — THE KING OF TRUEBLOOD KINGDOM..."
Socrates declared and then Lady Achillia nodded in satisfaction... 'The Boy has matured.'
And that's the TALE of the Broken Cultivator....
THE END..