I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 315 - 182: Debate

In the residence of Grand King Oliver, lights were brightly lit, with young and charming maidservants standing by the large dining table, obedient and respectful. On the table lay a girl with skin as smooth as porcelain, completely naked. Her youthful and beautiful face struggled to control her fear, while exquisite food was placed on her body for Oliver to consume.

The dishes were both meat and vegetable, with the meat being particularly vivid, looking extremely fresh. The arrangement of food was also quite meticulous, presenting a strong sense of desire. All the food exuded a seductive aura of decadence, shimmering with a lustrous black bloodlight.

Oliver’s handsome face showed no expression, just a focused enjoyment of the food. After a while, the head chef came in, it was Bocuse, also known as Elder Boka.

"Elder Boka’s skills have improved again, it seems we are getting closer to success," Oliver smiled slightly. If not for the extremely decadent atmosphere, one might find his smile charming.

Oliver was a typical Hedan person, even a representative of Hedan at its finest. He was the kind of friendly and charmingly handsome person, like a towering figure walking out of mythology, unmatched by anyone. Even the King’s brother paled in comparison.

"William just sent someone to report that someone broke into the blood womb, there might be issues," Boka said, "I’ve already sent people to harvest it; it’s almost ripe."

Oliver nodded, "There are many restrictions there. Although the blood womb possesses only a little divinity, it’s not something ordinary people can approach. Have you found out who it is?"

In this Hedan territory, if not from the Church Court, there aren’t many qualified to take action.

"There are traces of angelic presence at the scene, it’s the Judgement Angel," Bocuse said, "It is very likely from the Moon God’s Court."

Oliver glanced at Bocuse, "Angels from the Moon God’s Court wouldn’t leave Lilong, and the Earth Temple wouldn’t allow other angels to enter Hedan; something’s off here."

"That’s odd," Bocuse said with some concern, "Marquis William is very worried."

Oliver took out a fork and skewered a piece of meat roll on the girl’s body. The fork pierced slightly into her skin, drawing bright red blood. The girl showed a pained expression but didn’t dare to make a sound, her body trembling slightly. That fragile pain and intense restraint were the most unique spices.

After dipping the meat roll in the blood and admiring the girl’s expression, he stuffed it into his mouth. "What’s to worry about? I’m quite interested to see how my always self-proclaimed just second brother maintains his justice. The show has officially begun. This drama has a rich content; I hope he doesn’t disappoint me," he said.

Bocuse nodded, "The Night Patrol is still circling the wrong direction, not to be worried. I’m a bit concerned about the people of the Song of Hell, I always feel those guys are unreliable."

"The Song of Hell is the least of our worries. That’s what He wants, and from what I know, both the Black Meteor Empire and Lilong have given him benefits. All parties gaining from one move, such an opportunity, who would let it slip?" Oliver chewed the meat roll attentively, relishing the soul shock it brought. "Excellent, the flesh is tender, pure terror. Only an excellent soul can make a virgin’s body more delicious, a marked improvement."

Bocuse smiled slightly, "Happy to serve."

"Haha, Boka, we’ve known each other for many years now. This time, as long as we pass through, our dreams and goals can be realized. Your Gourmet Association, my empire, we’ll both walk a new path, a groundbreaking path, instead of being at the mercy of others!" Oliver raised his glass, and Bocuse followed suit, the two’s glasses clinking lightly.

A liquid resembling blood slid down their throats, seemingly accompanied by the wails of countless girls.

"From what I know, only those with pure Hedan blood can enter that hidden place. Outsiders or those impure can’t go in at all, not even deities. The Golden Tree itself is indestructible and can dispel all negative hidden powers. It is the foundation of the Earth Mother Goddess, plus the support of the nation’s fortune, making the Royal Palace an impregnable fortress. It is among the most inaccessible hidden places on Dao Yuan Continent. Does the Song of Hell truly have a way? If this link fails, we’ll all fail," Bocuse said, wryly smiling, "My body’s time is running out."

The Gourmet path requires dependence on a strong figure from another path. Boka chose Oliver, then a Prince. Once Oliver became the King, Boka could use Moncalleta’s national fortunes to break through the shackles and extend his life. Suddenly, unforeseen events abruptly occurred, and the certainty turned volatile, preventing Oliver from becoming King. This directly led to Boka’s body starting to collapse.

He, too, picked up a piece of meat roll, chewing it to calm his mind.

"If there’s a hidden power on Dao Yuan Continent that can do it, it must be the Song of Hell," Oliver said faintly, "He desires chaos in the world."

A good cooperation foundation comes from having shared needs; accurately grasping the other party’s needs is crucial.

Bocuse nodded, "The blood cocoon has used up quite a bit of ingredients. We need to get a new batch to maintain the best state. As for that most crucial flavor, you..."

Oliver paused and suddenly displayed a brilliant and determined smile, "Naturally, it’s the best."

...

Emergency Cabinet meeting.

Grandmaster James, Duke Tia, Duke Naser, Duke Zheng, and others all felt the gravity of the atmosphere.

Ola the Eighteenth pointed at the photo on the table, "The Funeral Attendant traced the Inner Demon case and found this underground at the Mother Goddess School."

Faces changed upon seeing this.

"Your Majesty, the priority is to capture the murderer, control the scene, and prevent this evil from being born," James said sternly.

"The Funeral Attendant has already taken action," Ola the Eighteenth said indifferently.

The attendees knew that the King was not asking about this but rather how to deal with Marquis William. Previously a friend of the King during their academy days, Marquis William was continually supportive after the King’s ascension. Many of the King’s internal affairs were William’s responsibility, after all, the King also needed private funds. Tasks entrusted by the King were handled with great care, such as the Mother Goddess School, which initially brought the King substantial reputation support during difficult times. Now, the Mother Goddess School is surprisingly linked to the Inner Demon, conducting the dirtiest acts, potentially betraying the Earth Mother Goddess. This was not merely William’s issue, but concerned the King’s reputation, and perhaps even the legitimacy itself.

"Your Majesty," Duke Tia’s steady voice rang out, "While the problem posed by this photo is severe, it is, after all, just a photo. Over the years, Marquis William has still accomplished some things. As long as he arrives, the truth will come to light."

James raised an eyebrow, glancing at the head of the nation’s pillars, Duke Tia, who controlled the Kingdom’s most powerful Knight Order, "This evil in the photo is right under the Mother Goddess School, and Duke Tia still wants to clear him?"

Duke Tia gently shook his head, "Grandmaster James, the outcome of this photo is already leading the Funeral Attendant to arrest a Marquis and thoroughly investigate the school, which is sufficient. However, a photo proves no real truth. If a photo can negate a person’s entire being, that’s too frivolous. Can Hex-Tech decide a nation’s fate?"

Duke Tia was an absolute royalist, with deep-rooted family ties, genuinely sharing joy and sorrow with the country. However, he also belonged to the conservative faction, having little fondness for fringe technologies like Hex-Tech.

Ola the Eighteenth’s face remained indifferent, "Whom do you think should handle this case?"