Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



"Move!" As Sloth got closer to the king's tent, the closest confidant of the king's guards moved out from in there and stood, blocking his path inside, "or die!"

Sloth didn't have the mind to argue or negotiate with anyone. He came here to save the king, and he was prepared to fight the entire world to achieve such a result. The moment he said his words, he released his monstrous spirit power, and he wasn't the only one doing so.

Others who came with him also released their spirit powers uncontrollably. Anyone in their shoes might not believe what Sloth said, but they were different. They tasted the real magic of William's potions, and knew Sloth wasn't lying, was quite sincere and determined to save the king.

And when he decided to go towards the king's tent even by force, they supported his decision and rooted for him in their spirits. At this moment, these one hundred masters were acting like a scary army, an army following the orders of their leader; Sloth.

"No one is allowed to enter by the orders of the Grand Uncle…"

"Scram!"

Just when the guard elites hesitated to fight their old friends, a sly-looking young man came out from the tent, shouting in a loud tone as if he was trying to rile up the passive guards around.

He was the king's consultant on the general affairs of the kingdom, one who was supposed to be one of the closest and most loyal to the king and kingdom. And yet the first thing this man said was mentioning someone else other than the king.

Just seeing his ugly face and hearing what he said drove Sloth's rage to the point of boiling. "You…" the consultant couldn't believe himself while his body flew high in the air from Sloth's explosive spirit power surge, "you'll pay for this with your life! This is treason! This is treason!"

The man tried to shout and scream and tried to accuse Sloth with things that'd make anyone caring for the kingdom to react aggressively. And yet this man missed a very important point; the value of his name against Sloth!

He might be very high in standing, but he was weak. Many already knew the story of him bribing many of the royal members to get this position. At first, it wasn't important, as his role was just advisory to the king.

But the moment the king fell ill, unable to do his tasks well, his role skyrocketed. He became the undeclared king of the kingdom, able to take decisions that would change the fate of the entire kingdom.

Yet even with his sudden and unbelievable rise to power, he didn't gain any respect from anyone. Trying to frame Sloth? The old man who spent decades of his life fighting on various frontlines, killing different enemies, and facing tons of hellish situations to save and secure the kingdom? That was indeed hilarious.

The moment this consultant acted like this, all the hesitation piled up in the hearts of the guard elites vanished. They slowly moved aside, opening a path for Sloth to go inside, and meet the king at last.

"Thanks," Sloth didn't forget to cup his hands to the guard elites, to everyone before turning into the tent, "I promise what you did today will be forever remembered by the kingdom for generations."

Sloth's casual words of gratitude would forever be remembered by many masters as the most impressive words that came from any general in the history of the kingdom.

"My liege," Sloth once entered the tent, his nose was met with a thick aroma of something unfamiliar to him. When he smelled it, his mind felt a little dizzy, and yet his reflexive act was fast.

He instantly took five potions out of his ring, and gulped one at the spot before hurrying towards the fragile dried-up body of an old man, lying over the bed like a dried leaf in the winter.

Seeing the face he always admired and looked at in veneration and respect towards turning to such a man on the verge of death made Sloth's heart clench. The king's face was filled with deep grooves, ridges that ran deep and thick, covering his face.

The king didn't look like a king but like a beggar. And seeing such a fate for his most cherished man in the entire kingdom made Sloth's body tremble, soothing out with rage and disgust.

"Please, please drink these, my liege," Sloth got jolted awake when loud banging noises came from close by. He knew the royal members arguing against what he was going to do were rushing up here, trying to stop him.

Luckily he had his own little army to stop them, and now it all came down to William's potions to do the magic. "Please, please work," Sloth didn't know how many potions he needed to use for the toxin to get away. He used five potions first, then went ahead and looked for the source of this annoying and toxic smell.

"Found you!" at a corner of the tent, there was a small corridor there. He recalled this as it was something gifted to him by one of the royal members, the Uncle that the consultant mentioned.

"Don't tell me…" Seeing the thick smoke coming out from this small corridor made Sloth's mind freeze. He expected the traitor to be one of the royal guards, one of the king's servants, or even concubines, never thought the one to do all this would be one who shared the same flesh and blood with the king!

He slowly and cautiously opened it, to find a small candle, one that was thick as a closed fist and short as half a finger tall inside there. It was flickering with green light, releasing the smoke he smelled.

He tried to touch it, yet for a weird reason he couldn't. At the same time, his fingers got severe burns, one that turned into blisters in mere seconds, festering pustules as if they got heavily infected or something.