I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

"What! How could such a thing happen in the territory of my lion tribe? Where is the beast king of the territory?"

The disheveled man was furious and brushed the beauty off him. The beautiful red-haired beauty was a little stunned for a moment, but she didn't dare to complain. She rubbed her buttocks and pressed her body against the man's calves.

"Reporting to the elder, the Beast King of the territory has also disappeared."

After listening to the report from his subordinates, the man with red hair and red eyes punched the pure white stone chair. The stone chair trembled, but still maintained its original appearance and did not turn into rubble because of the man's fist.

"Great job! Check it out for me! You dared to touch our people, you are so blind!"

What the Lion King cares about is not the dead or injured tribesmen, but the territory. According to the rules of the temple, when the beast king of a territory passes away, the territory will be redivided, and it will be difficult to get it back.

Olivier's territory has one of the four major mining areas in Scandinavia, the Beishan Mining Area, not to mention the countless minerals with different uses within the jurisdiction.

The things offered as tribute will naturally belong to the race under whose jurisdiction the territory belongs. If other races want it, that’s fine. They can exchange it for something of equal value!

Who can resist getting angry when their things are suddenly gone?

Hadric lay lazily on the sofa, listening to the news sent back by the spies stationed in the Lion King's Palace.

A few strands of his gilded golden hair fell to the ground. He was flipping through a book made of animal skin. Every time he turned a page, the gold ornaments on his hands would make a crisp sound.

Her dress is even more seductive and luxurious than that of females.

"Interesting, who did it? Who discovered it?" The colorful eyes glanced at the orc on the ground, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly with a smile.

"We haven't found out yet. The news came from the Wolf Tribe's Colin Tribe." The orc kneeling on the ground added, "The situation is serious. The people from the Feather Tribe they hired brought the news and specifically instructed us not to delay for a moment."

"Okay, I got it. You can go down now."

"Yes."

After the orcs retreated, after a while, Cedric finally finished turning the pages of the book in his hand. He threw the book on the table with a lack of interest.

I walked barefoot on the floor, which was covered with thick blankets, and the same was true everywhere I looked.

The casual and loose robe opened to both sides because of his movements, spreading from the beautiful chest muscles to the waist and abdomen. Through the slightly opened fabric, one could see that there was a beautiful ornament attached to the man's belly button.

With every step she took, the accessories on her body clinked and made sounds, just like a pharaoh walking out of an Egyptian mural, extremely gorgeous and extravagant.

Standing by the window and looking at the scenery in the garden, Cedric stretched himself lazily, squinted his eyes and called out a name: "Leco, go call Fanta."

"Yes."

There was a response from outside the door, followed by increasingly faint footsteps. It was obvious that the person outside had gone far away.

Cedric leaned against the window. The European-style window sill was painted with complex patterns in gold, but it was still not as luxurious as the man's.

He didn't have to wait long, as light footsteps were heard from outside the corridor. The door of the living room was open, and a man walked in without announcing anything.

The dark and shiny skin was extremely conspicuous. The man was tall, half a head taller than Cedric. He walked up to Cedric and knelt on one knee.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

Cedric still looked out the window and said calmly, "Go to Scan and no matter what you find out, direct the blame on the Fox Tribe and the Feather Tribe. I want to muddy the waters even more."

Fanta did not ask the reason. Cedric was the master and he was the servant. How could a servant ask why his master did something?

Even though he is an orc respected by everyone in the eyes of outsiders.

"If you have no other instructions, I will take my leave."

"Ah."

Cedric responded calmly, and Fanta stood up. Her dark skin was like a spotlight in this pure white house.

Leaning against the window, Cedric whispered to himself, "How long do I have to wait?"

No one knows what he is talking about, only he himself knows what is in his mind.

Melancholy and loneliness eroded the man in front of him. He obviously already possessed everything that countless people dared not even dream of, and he obviously stood at the top of the world.

But Cedric felt even emptier in his heart, a void that could not be filled by power or sex.

…………

In the boundless blue deep sea, in an extremely hidden palace.

On the throne, the haggard man slowly opened his eyes. He woke up from a deep sleep, and the look of decay on his old face became even more serious.

Four chains ran through his limbs, firmly securing him to the throne.

Rather than being a king, he is more like a prisoner imprisoned on the throne.

"Griffith."

He opened his mouth and difficult words came out of his throat. The voice seemed to have an irresistible power, coming from the ancient palace, stirring the dark sea water outward.

"Father!"

The palace gate slowly opened, and a man with long ice-blue hair walked in excitedly.

His handsome face has even and smooth contours, and his skin is as smooth as white clouds and looks like polished jade.

Mystery and beauty, this is the water spirit born from the deep sea.

When he saw his father getting older, he lowered his eyes with sadness.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

The emaciated man was so thin that only a skeleton was left. He sat motionless on the throne with his head slightly lowered.

The man didn't answer for a long time. I don't know if he fell asleep or was too tired.

Griffith waited patiently for his father's reply. He had experienced this kind of thing many times.

"I have long since left the mortal realm and do not need food to replenish my energy."

After a long while, the man's difficult words came out from his throat again. This time, his words did not have the power that was strong enough to shake an entire sea. Instead, they only had the weakness and powerlessness of an old man, the breath of a dying man.

Griffith felt indescribably distressed; this was the ultimate fate of their sea royal family. Perhaps one day, he would take over his father's position.

"The man guided by God has come, found her, and brought her to me."

"Father, this is the third goddess you've asked me to find, right? The person God guides doesn't exist at all! It's like this again! It's like this again! God has abandoned us long ago! Why are you still stubbornly guarding here!"

"Asshole!" The withered man, in contrast to his weak attitude just now, threw Griffith against the palace wall with his angry voice mixed with endless waves.

"God, you can't question him!"

Griffith wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sadness in his eyes.

In his eyes, his father has gone crazy. He always talks about people being guided by God, but where is the real person?

He went ashore to look for her, but there was no such so-called destined person!

It was like this every time the two met. They would be on edge after just a few words. Griffith didn't understand why his father would be so determined to stay in this position. The haggard man didn't want his misfortune to pass on to his children, so he buried all the secrets deep in his heart.

The relationship between the two became increasingly distant.

Griffith said nothing more and left the palace.

"I'll go find it, you should continue to sleep."