Chapter 140: The Young Master of the Magic Tower

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: The Young Master of the Magic Tower

Seeing Leon fall silent, Jeremy asked: "Could this wager be mandatory, with no way to dissolve it?"

"Yeah. Signed a blood pact."

Jeremy: "..." Are the people of the Magic Tower all crazy.

Forcing the Tower Master’s only son and the Vice Master’s only daughter to sign an unalterable life-and-death blood pact?

Must one person definitely die to satisfy them?

He couldn’t hold back: "The Tower Master is your own flesh and blood. He also agreed to establish this pact?"

"Hmph..." Leon suddenly chuckled: "That pact using lives and status as stakes was proposed by him himself. Naturally, there’s no reason not to agree. To him, I am nothing but a chess piece. No different from a puppet."

The emotion in his eyes when mentioning that person turned distinctly cold. His tone overflowed with disgust, as if speaking of an enemy:

"It could even be said that after I drew that bottom-ranked number, compared to Kathy or the council of elders, it was the one acting as a father like him who was the most impatient to send the humiliation named me down to hell."

What that sentence implied needed no explanation to understand.

The higher an existence’s cultivation level, the harder it is to have children.

Most importantly, the Magic Tower’s lineage was inherently destined to pass down a single bloodline.

Even if the current Tower Master had a horde of concubines, he only had exactly one child.

That was Leon.

Jeremy originally thought this blood pact was forced down by the top brass, and the Tower Master, under pressure, had no choice but to pass it.

He didn’t expect that from the very beginning, the one who proposed it was the father himself.

Having only one precious child, yet still treating him as something that could be thrown away at any time.

Suddenly he didn’t know how to comfort him properly.

If the blood pact between Leon and Kathy was personally proposed by the Tower Master and then passed by the higher-ups, it proved that at least ninety percent of the internal factions had leaned towards Kathy.

Only when Leon — the first heir — died would her position truly be secure.

Because with that talent and influence, as long as Leon died, and died because he lost the wager, then those who had once leaned towards him would have no more excuses to object.

Or in other words: ever since drawing that Spirit Covenant number, he had been completely abandoned. The existence of the blood pact was merely to hand him a reasonable excuse to die.

Otherwise, considering the two had an engagement since childhood, assuming the Tower Master truly wanted to protect his son, or the high-ranking officials were willing to take a step back, they could completely use the engagement as a stepping stone — letting the two succeed together, supporting each other.

Rather than pushing each other into a sink-or-swim situation to fight for a seat.

That engagement, placed behind that blood pact, was likely no different from an unsigned IOU.

It could be said that this so-called fair wager was essentially a legalized murder.

Kathy never participated in activities, and almost never showed her face in public.

Rumor had it that since childhood she was sent to a divine temple with strict rules to learn face-altering and bone-shrinking arts. Both her appearance and figure transformed unpredictably. Aside from those close to her, probably no one to this day knew her true face.

But rumors about her were not lacking.

At six, awakened the Holy Covenant 06 early along with the peerless physique, Cryonis Physique.

At seven, mastered various elemental magics. At ten, self-taught ancient languages and successfully deciphered a series of incomplete magic arrays. At twelve, touched tier three. At fifteen, gained the qualification to receive the divine bestowed inheritance; during that period she also went deep undercover for many years in an enemy kingdom’s academy, graduated early, and brought back classified documents beneficial to the empire.

At sixteen, broke through to tier four, returned to the empire, and along with Magic Tower members thrust deep into Demon territory to steal the results of their mutant research. Ultimately succeeded, simultaneously rescuing thousands of humans captured as test subjects.

All that information was only massively publicized by the Magic Tower after everything was completed. Before that, absolutely not half a word was leaked.

But a year after returning from the Demon race, all news about her movements went completely dark.

Some said she was severely injured and recuperating. Others said she went training elsewhere again.

It could be said that pulling out any single achievement was enough to become a legend. Let alone all of them converging on the same person.

Furthermore... she and Leon were born in the same year. Her birthday was even exactly one day later than his.

Facing an opponent like that, Leon had almost no chance of winning.

Regarding fighting for power and usurping positions, Jeremy had tasted enough in his old world. Even swapping to a different world, swapping to different people, all the twists and turns still revolved around the exact same core.

Both for the ambition of power and for eternal inheritance.

Standing from an objective perspective, regardless of legitimate bloodlines or whatever, Kathy was undoubtedly the most qualified person to sit in the next heir’s seat.

But the crucial problem was... as Leon’s teammates, they couldn’t objectively and rationally view this life-and-death blood pact.

Even less could they, after knowing of this deadline that was no different from a death sentence, pretend they hadn’t heard anything, ignore it until they received a death notice three years later, and then happily graduate with the new teammate arranged by the Magic Tower.

Up to the present, there was still no way to dissolve the blood pact.

But exactly as Leon said, three years was not a short time. Who knows, there might still be a way to overturn the chessboard.

It was just that if between the two of them one truly had to die, then... in his heart, he didn’t wish that person to be Leon.

Jeremy’s train of thought stopped there.

Regardless of what happened, one side having to die was still the worst outcome.

Before it struck, there was still a window for everything.

The top priority was naturally to find if the blood pact had a way to be dissolved. The second most important thing was to drag out that give-up mentality of his and fix it.

Going up against Kathy inherently had no odds of winning. If he continued like this, ultimately he would only receive exactly one outcome: losing and losing his life.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy. Seeing the whole group silent, Leon waved his hand, loosening his tone, maintaining his usual leisurely demeanor:

"Why so serious all of a sudden. Actually, it’s no big deal. Inherently, I didn’t care much for living anyway. Go back to normal. I’m telling you guys these things not for you to pity me. Three years, it’s long enough..."

Speaking up to that point, his voice gradually quieted down, then completely sank into nothingness.

He had never thought about acting pitiful. Even more did he despise gathering meaningless pity.

That thing, aside from making one’s circumstances more miserable and laughable, had no other meaning.

From the day of enrollment to today, hiding his identity was partly because no one asked.

The second part was he also didn’t want to be tied to that disgusting title of heir.

But... why say it out to them now?

Even if they asked, he could completely reply perfunctorily and be done with it. Why explain in such convoluted detail.

Spreading out his entire circumstances in front of others only further exposed his useless and tragic appearance.

Was he crazy. What exactly was he doing...

Leon’s heart was overflowing with self-mockery.

Could it be that after realizing he was a piece of trash, even his personality had softened to this extent?

Since he had decided to give up and let his death day approach, why act helpless?

He lowered his head, eyelashes drooping. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to — and also for the first time felt afraid — of making eye contact with others.

It was just that he couldn’t help but think in his head.

What would the four teammates sitting here think? With what kind of gaze would they look at a cowardly, useless person like him?

Think it’s unlucky, feel disgusted, or hate him to the point of being speechless?

No...

With a personality no different from a carnivorous flower like Phoenix, he definitely wouldn’t care. As long as it didn’t threaten his life or force a reaction out of him, everything was fine.

As for that guy Lucius, even if he reacted, it would probably only be a few mocking sentences.

However, since that guy promised Jeremy in the first half of the semester that he wouldn’t cause trouble anymore, he also rarely mocked people. So now he would definitely stay quiet.

Furthermore, things like pity or empathy, that guy seemed to fundamentally lack.

As for Evelyn and Jeremy... no matter how you looked at them, those two didn’t seem like the type to be moved.

But why was it suddenly so quiet?

Leon listened carefully.

No one was talking. But there seemed to be the rustling sound of paper turning and the crunching sound of bones knocking together?