370 Randy Goa (1/2)

As Konrad peered into Gulistan's soul, seeking through her memories what set her against her master, the scenery around him changed, and he landed in house Serkar's greatest temple: Talroth's Temple.

Within, a ravishing beauty, whose absurdly long ink-hairs almost brushed the ground, stood before the statue of her worshipped deity, the Southern King of Hell, Talroth. And though she now wore a purple tunic instead of her usual, striking burgundy dresses, Konrad needed only glance at her back to recognize her as Gulistan.

Her eyes locked on that Talroth Statue, fixing it with a mixture of unwavering determination and adoration. Again, the scenery changed, and this time, Gulistan stood before the ritual circle that saw the first and last descent of Talroth onto the Ancient Crystal World.

In a dazzling whirlwind of purple light, the Southern King appeared in all his glory, with those features eighty percent similar to Konrad. Of course, unlike Konrad, he still maintained his long, jet-black hairs, and shimmering purple eyes. One look at him was enough to put battle-hardened women on their knees and fill the most pious of nuns with flaring lust.

And perhaps, throughout the Three Realms, only Konrad could compete with him.

But when he landed before her, it wasn't lust that filled Gulistan's eyes. No, it was joy. The pure, unadulterated joy of seeing the aspiration of a lifetime fulfilled! And without hesitation, she dropped on her knees.

”Your infernal majesty, your servant greets you!”

Gulistan proclaimed while Talroth swept the room with a disinterested gaze. His eyes then fell onto her, and he tilted his head to the left as if to take a better look at her.

”You are the one This King was in contact with?”

Talroth inquired. Within the Infernal Realm, be it on official occasions or when conversing with lesser-ranked individuals, high-ranking demons referred to themselves by their status. Of course, they could choose to forgo that bit of etiquette. But doing so implied familiarity.

”Yes, your majesty!”

Gulistan replied, not startled by Talroth's words.

”Less than three thousand years old, peak Divine Seed cultivation base in both the martial and spiritual paths. Based on the meager resources of this world, This King must say that it's impressive. Though far removed from the last God of War's blood, you Serkars still have some hope. You may rise.”

Talroth nonchalantly said, and without delay, Gulistan rose to lock her eyes on his. Seeing that innocent bit of fangirl look in an otherwise crafty woman, Talroth raised an eyebrow.

”This King doesn't know why you look so pleased. Like This King said, if This King doesn't find you pleasing, this meeting may very well result in your death.”

Talroth stated in a casual tone.

”I remember.”

Gulistan affirmed with her smile unchanged.

”Well, if you do, tell This King why you deserve boons instead of death. You better make a strong case.”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Though those few calm words put her fate in balance, Gulistan's eyes showed no ripple.

”Your majesty, it is not my fault that you look like a randy goat. Even if you're not in a good mood, please don't take it out on me. I'd rather see you smile. Also, I know you're a reasonable monarch and will not let the innumerable sacrifices of a faithful servant be in vain.

Even if you were unreasonable, the Southern King of Hell didn't descend on a Mortal World to kill a little Sage. That's simply absurd. Since you agreed to appear, you're willing to bless us.”

Gulistan replied with a polite bow, and her words caused both Talroth and Konrad's eyes to widen in disbelief.