Malevolent Warlock: Sin Of Eternity-Chapter 296: Immortality

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The sound of a doorbell rang the next morning, as Carlson, with his silver hair waving in the wind, walked back into the restaurant with a fur coat.

The storm had ramped up the night before, blowing up a freezing atmosphere that left residuals of cold even now.

"Hey, what’s up?" Rubbing his hands together, Carlson walked casually to a table and took his seat before signaling to the two men who accompanied him to create space.

He had woken up to a message on his window written with the insignia of the faceless mercenary company not long ago, so he immediately rushed over.

Leon wanted to see him, and it was apparently important.

"Nothing much." Leon sipped a hot beverage while looking at the waitress behind the counter out of the corner of his eye.

She was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Oh?" Carlson, of course, noticed this, and with a simple wave of his hand, forced her to bow and leave their side with quick haste.

Sky Palace was the governing entity over this region; as such, their members were seen as the law in every aspect.

"Okay." Leon put the cup down upon seeing the waitress leave, then he looked back at Carlson with a serious look on his face.

"I need to ask you for a favor." Leon’s voice sounded like an echo in the room, but at the same time it revolved only around both of them.

"You need a favor?" Carlson was momentarily stunned.

Leon was asking him for a favor? This guy who always seemed to be self-sufficient, only trading favors for some sort of benefit, was asking for a favor? This was definitely out of place.

"Naturally, it’s a bit embarrassing, I know." Leon smirked bitterly.

He wasn’t some island. He understood when he needed help and would frequently ask for it, but he never did so without adding value or bringing something in exchange for those favors.

This made the people around him think he was too prideful or arrogant to ask for help, but this was not true.

"Okay, fire away, let me know what you need." Carlson readied himself.

Leon had not only helped him on several occasions in Duan City, he had also set him up for the leadership position in the Waterway family back in Eldoria. This alone meant that he owed him a massive debt, but...

As he heard Leon’s request roll off his tongue, he couldn’t help but gradually become tense and cold. This was a heavy request.

"Sigh." With a heavy sigh, Carlson interlocked his fingers atop the table with his elbows as support, then with his darkened eyes staring at Leon, he spoke.

"You know, after you left Eldoria, another war nearly broke out between the warlocks and the royal family. This time, the royals were ready to go all out and bring about mutual destruction of all parties."

"Apparently, they had found out that the holy princess of the kingdom had been assassinated in her slumber, her corpse operated on, and the Purple Heart Eternal Flower was gone."

"First, they accused Drothan of using her for a sacrificial ritual to attain the strength of transcendence, and later a much deeper plot implicating the Faystone ancestor and his passage into the palace was unraveled."

"However, even then they couldn’t find the real culprit. Rumors of a faceless mercenary, the Dalriss household being slaughtered, and so much more went flying. But even then…"

Carlson’s voice became deep with curiosity that wasn’t really curiosity. It felt like he was questioning but at the same time like he had already come up with a conclusion.

"I too was questioned, and of course I knew nothing of this... but it got me thinking. Who else had full access to the passage in the Faystone household, who had a deep grudge with the Dalriss household, even going as far as orchestrating the death of a great mage..."

At this point, Carlson came to a pause as he stared deeply at Leon, watching to see any changes. But Leon was as calm as a still body of water.

He showed no emotion.

"What did you hope to achieve, Badur?" Carlson asked, knowing full well that Leon here was the culprit.

He had every opportunity to leave Duan City and escape the prosecution in the kingdom, but he decided to stay. It didn’t make sense, unless he had a motive. And his actions were a clear sign of this...

Leon had killed the holy princess; he didn’t know how or even when, but knowing Leon, no one would ever be able to pin him to the crime scene.

But he knew.

"Hmmm, you want to know what I hope to achieve?" Leon smirked coyly.

This was not an admission of guilt, but at the same time, it was.

"I’ll tell you. You have that right at least." He would never admit it, but for a huge majority of his time in Eldoria, he had used a lot of people, including Carlson here.

Carlson knew this, of course, but he also knew how to keep a safe distance and not implicate himself. However, if they wanted to keep this status quo between them, then it was only right that Carlson knew his end goal.

"I want one thing. It’s not really complicated."

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"I want to live... forever."

"Not in some figurative sense."

"I mean I never want to die."

"Not by the pull of age, not by the pull of a dagger, not by causality."

"I want to see the beginning and the end and still remain."

"And do not ask me why. I have no reason you can understand."

"Just know that is what I want."

"immortality."

Leon spoke at length, each word as thunderous as the last. The resolution in his voice, the tone at which he spoke—it was like listening to a great philosopher and a crazy person at the same time.

"I see." Carlson fell back into his seat and picked up a bottle of wine from inside his coat and gulped it down.

"And I presume you won’t let anything get in your way in this pursuit. It wouldn’t matter if they were innocent or not; you would kill everyone and everything for this goal?" Carlson asked.

"Yes," Leon responded firmly and without hesitation.

"You won’t succeed," Carlson added.

"Maybe, but it won’t be from a lack of trying," Leon responded. He didn’t mind dying on this path; it wouldn’t be the first time he died for his ideals.

"I will stop you if you choose this path." Carlson’s eyes became firm and resolute. This friend of his was on a path of destruction and blood; he could not in all good conscience let him go on.

"You will try," taking a sip of the tea infront of him

Leon said "but you will fail."