Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 936 - 535: The Spirit Whose Skin Was Peeled Off

Chapter 936: Chapter 535: The Spirit Whose Skin Was Peeled Off

I have to say, Nineteen really knows how to manipulate people’s hearts.

White Elizabeth clenched her fists tightly, but had to admit that the other party was right.

She was angry now, and even Logan was caught up in her resentment.

Seeing that Logan didn’t look too happy either, she even spitefully involved him in her grievances.

“Hmph, if I had known it would come to this, I wouldn’t have made a contract with him. I really misjudged Logan, to think that I acknowledged such a person as my master. You’re all cut from the same cloth, none of you are good!”

Logan was at his wit’s end, wondering how he had suddenly become the target of blame.

Moreover, White Elizabeth was relentless in her disdain for him, already not in the best of moods, and now she was even more willful and unruly.

He had no choice but to forcefully order White Elizabeth to go back, to prevent the situation from worsening.

White Elizabeth was unwilling to go back but couldn’t defy the will of her “owner.”

In the end, although White Elizabeth was resentful and glared fiercely at Nineteen, she still turned into an ethereal form and squeezed back into the small Furnace Cauldron.

Afterward, Logan hurriedly asked Nineteen.

“Master, what on earth happened? Why does White Elizabeth act as if she’s seen the man who killed her father whenever she sees you?”

Nineteen was unconcerned.

“Oh, there was a conflict years ago, and I ended up killing her father.”

“What?”

Logan was shocked.

“No, Master, did you just say that so casually?”

“Yes, why not? Do you want me to keep it hidden?”

Logan was at a loss for words. It wasn’t that he disagreed, but thinking about how casually his master spoke of it, especially since it was a matter of patricide, made him foresee trouble.

He gave a wry smile and scratched the back of his head.

“Master, you have really given me a huge problem. I don’t know if it is a blessing or a curse.”

He should be thankful to Nineteen for showing him a clear path, leading him to the Secret Land, and the Furnace Cauldron he had acquired now was the best he had ever seen in his life.

But unfortunately, a ghost spirit within it had deep-seated ties with his master, even a grudge of patricide that could not coexist under the same sky.

How should Logan mediate this? He himself was at a loss.

Nineteen snorted, seeing him like that, and directly scoffed.

“Hmph, my own disciple, yet you don’t take after me at all, it’s just a killing, just a matter of killing a father, what’s so great about that? In this world, the victor is king. You’ll never get anywhere always looking at things from the loser’s perspective.”

After speaking, he took out the flask hidden in his pocket and took a swig.

Logan looked at him with a mix of resentment and helplessness, unable to stop glaring.

“Master, you’re not me, of course, you can afford to be so nonchalant. If you had tamed an Artifact Spirit that was also the spirit of your victim’s child, and you were at each other’s throats, what would you do?”

Nineteen’s eyes moved about, then a thought occurred to him, and he put down his flask.

Immediately, a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

“Of course, those who are with me thrive, those against me perish. What, did you think I would let her off? No, anything that refuses to submit to me must be destroyed. I won’t allow something that might harm me to exist, whether it’s a person or an object. Little disciple, I find you are a bit too soft-hearted, which isn’t good.”

Logan pursed his lips and said nothing, but he didn’t think being soft-hearted was a bad thing.

Seeing Logan lost in thought again, Nineteen couldn’t help but curl his lip and took another drink.

His memory drifted back several hundred years to those times of mass slaughter.

Honestly, even now, he didn’t think he had done anything wrong.

Back then, he did what he believed was right, and those he killed deserved it.

It was just that the people of the Righteous Path were too pedantic and those of the Demon Path too cruel. In the end, they all spouted noble excuses to come after him, but they were just a bunch of hypocrites. He wasn’t going to indulge them, nor cared for fame. If they dared to provoke him, he would kill them all.

Hanging corpses from the city walls, he doubted anyone else would dare to trouble him.

And that’s what he did, and indeed, no one dared to approach him afterwards.

Nineteen just didn’t expect that hundreds of years later, he would encounter an old enemy’s daughter.

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Not really an old friend, rather an enemy back then too; truly fate has a sense of irony.

“Fate really toys with people, oh fate, young Logan, this world is inherently full of uncertainties. I advise you not to overthink.”

Logan wasn’t simply listening to these words; he had troubles to sort out now.

He had no choice; the Furnace Cauldron was already contracted. Although White Elizabeth had grievances with his master, there was no personal animosity between her and him.

Moreover, with White Elizabeth present, the Furnace Cauldron would work even better.

If possible, he would prefer not to lose this “Artifact Spirit” just yet, but how to mediate the conflict between his master and White Elizabeth was a huge dilemma.

This dilemma lay before Logan, causing him much anxiety.

He rubbed his forehead and sighed once again.

“Master, you really know how to create trouble. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let White Elizabeth meet you.”

These were words Nineteen didn’t appreciate hearing. He pouted and glared at Logan.

“You brat, showing no respect for your master. How dare you complain about me?”

Logan rolled his eyes; it was difficult to respect someone who did not show respect first.

“You brat.”

After being glared at, Nineteen felt even less pleased and scolded him again.

But then, he seemed to think of something and softened up a bit.