Chapter 81

As he headed north, Chu Ci kept asking himself whether this choice was right.

Eliminating the cruel and inhumane king, reaping a huge reward, and successfully returning to the main god space, this broad path was right before him, within reach. Even Gabotris had hinted that he would give up resistance at the last moment, creating a brand new legend.

But why?

Chu Ci stroked his chin, unable to figure it out.

If it were when he first entered the main god space, he would have chosen the option that maximized benefits without hesitation, regardless of the consequences.

Perhaps, after seeing and experiencing so much, his heart, which was once cold, had gradually thawed.

Chu Ci could not fully understand Gabotris's feelings, but he saw through his righteous path clearly. Since that was the case, it was better to take action himself rather than let Eragon fulfill the prophecy.

After making the decision, Chu Ci seemed to be reborn, his spirit and appearance completely renewed.

"Vilan, don't tell Eragon and the others. Let's keep the final secret between the two of us," Chu Ci patted the crystal dragon beneath him. After the battle in the southern capital, Vilan had grown to over sixty meters, which, according to Gabotris, was the limit of soul resonance. Unless Chu Ci's soul energy was sufficient to nourish Vilan, she would have to rely on time to accumulate strength.

"Chu Ci, do you think this is fair to Eragon?" Although Vilan had only been born a few days ago, her wisdom was innate, and even human affairs were included in her inherited memory, making her wise enough to converse with Chu Ci.

"There is no fairness in this world."

Chu Ci sighed and stopped talking to Vilan.

Is it fair?

Chu Ci thought of the man sitting high on the throne.

He would never care about fairness.

Feeling depressed, Chu Ci lay on Vilan's back, closed his eyes, and tried to ignore everything.

That night, Chu Ci returned to Varden. However, since he had fallen asleep on the dragon's back, Vilan did not disturb him, letting him continue to sleep and shielding him from the night wind with her wings.

The next morning, a crowd gathered around Vilan, their target being Chu Ci. Some were concerned about whether he was in trouble, some questioned what he had been doing, and others were just there to gawk.

"Everyone, disperse." Aya, noticing the deep fatigue in Chu Ci's eyes, felt very concerned. She dispersed the crowd, took Chu Ci to her room, and tenderly let him rest on the bed, hugging his shoulders from behind without a word.

The brief warmth indeed made Chu Ci feel better. He patted Aya's arm, turned to embrace her, and sighed, "If there is a person who is stubborn and arrogant, insisting on his own beliefs and ignoring others' misunderstandings, what do you think of such a person?"

"Who are you talking about?" Aya's originally sweet and warm eyes suddenly changed, and she interrupted Chu Ci's words in a panic.

"Aya," Chu Ci pressed Aya's shoulders, feeling very depressed, "I haven't finished yet."

Aya's eyes were full of smiles as she pressed her head against Chu Ci's chest and said in a muffled voice, "Go on, I'll listen obediently."

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood to talk." Chu Ci sighed, intending to close his eyes and continue sleeping, but then remembered something. He lifted Aya's face, looked into her emerald eyes, and teased, "By the way, I checked the tribute records in the capital. Your elf race is not very honest. You pretended to submit treasures as a sign of submission but secretly stole dragon eggs. How did you contact the Dragon Valley? Speak up, or I'll spank you." He raised his hand and waved it threateningly.

Aya feigned a pitiful and wronged look, her eyes full of spring, and placed a finger on her lips, confessing honestly, "The dragon race and my elf race have been allies for a thousand years. Getting a dragon egg to hatch a dragon rider is easy. Besides, if it weren't for our dragon egg, Eragon wouldn't have his current prestige."

"Hah, if it weren't for Saphira, my dragon egg would be unique, and all the glory would be mine. You women really deserve punishment," Chu Ci laughed, pinching Aya's smooth cheek, pretending to be childish, but sighing inwardly.

If it weren't for Saphira, perhaps the outcome wouldn't be so tragic.

"If you want to punish me, then spank me," Aya gently swung her legs, took off her boots, and curled up on the bed, grabbing the sheets with a seductive look.

The next morning, Eragon and the others looked at the refreshed Aya and the increasingly listless Chu Ci with confusion, wondering if he hadn't rested enough the night before.

The bachelors Eragon, Brom, and others naturally didn't know how diligent Chu Ci had been the night before.

I really need to exercise more, Chu Ci thought, using alchemy to treat the soreness in his waist and resolving to train hard.

After all, the elf species had a very tight structure, and as the pride of the forest, their physical fitness was beyond even Chu Ci's six-pack abs.

Clearing all the romantic thoughts, Chu Ci, according to the agreement, proposed a bold plan to Eragon.

"Eragon, let's assassinate the king."

The words shocked everyone, and they all stood up in surprise. Even Aya, without regard for the public, instinctively grabbed Chu Ci's hand.

"This time, I went to the capital and discovered through my secret investigation that the king seems to have been severely injured recently. As long as the two of us work together to kill the king, Alagaësia can be directly liberated," Chu Ci said, feeling increasingly sad inside but not showing it on his face.

Eragon's heart was also extremely agitated. So soon, he had to face the legendary tyrant, and he hadn't even brushed his teeth yet.

Saphira also passed on the information she had received from Vilan to Eragon, confirming that Gabotris was indeed severely injured. This news quickly spread throughout Varden, and everyone celebrated, their laughter echoing throughout the basin.

Aghed was also extremely excited. If the king hadn't been injured, they might have needed to go through many battles, consuming the king's territory, to liberate Alagaësia. Now, with just two dragon riders challenging the king, they could achieve a decapitation, which was more direct and efficient than any tactic.

Brom might have some doubts, but Chu Ci, who had seen the entire truth, had no good feelings left for this guy. He pulled Eragon and prepared to set out.

"Wait, my armor," Eragon shouted to stop him.

"Dealing with an old, weak man, do you need to be fully armed?" Chu Ci immediately turned and shouted, then calmed down and showed a hint of regret on his face, "Sorry, I'm a bit uneasy."

Letting go of Eragon, Chu Ci slowly left alone. This figure was somewhat dim and lonely, and the surrounding laughter seemed like a mockery, or a display of impotence. Chu Ci somewhat understood Gabotris's feelings; a king does not need recognition.

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