Chapter 500
Chapter 500 Shooting Oneself In the Foot
Billis’ hiding spot was underground.
It was a network of caves hidden ten meters beneath the ground. Some of the caves were used as holding cells for prisoners, and there was also a warehouse where spoils of war were held. However, most of them were still temporary bug nurseries.
As the air vents were too well-hidden, air circulation in the cave wasn’t great. Factor in the vast amounts of fresh blood needed to nurture the bugs and Greem could sense the pollution and stink in the air the moment he entered.
Billis was a bug adept. His own body had turned into an immortal body of bugs. Consequently, things like air, water, and food were no longer as crucial to him as it had been when he was still human. That was why Billis didn’t realize the harshness of his living environment.
However, just because he didn’t feel the effects of it didn’t mean his goblin captives were immune to it.
All goblins with slightly weaker Physiques would die in the shortest amount of time possible under such circumstances. Lacking food and being trapped in an environment with damp and stale air; it was only natural. The ones that were left were all extremely powerful individuals. Sadly, the numerous deaths of goblin prisoners couldn’t attract any of Billis’ concern.
He tossed any goblin that died into the bug’s nest as food for the evolution of the larvae. Not a single piece of flesh was wasted. If the reserves of blood meals got too low, then he would go to the goblin settlements and abduct a few more people. At any rate, there were plenty of goblins there. Billis never needed to worry about the decrease in food supplies or about the living environment of the prisoners. There was absolutely no reason to be concerned about how long they lived.
Who else could be more familiar with this name than Greem?
The reason he could even bring Billis and Mary to this place was thanks to that individual known as Grand Duke Gazlowe. No. He was no longer a Grand Duke. Instead, he was the most celebrated and respected goblin engineer, alchemist, and inventor of the Goblin Empire, as well as the only prince of the empire that was not related to the royal lineage by blood.
It was rumored that the goblin prince had relied entirely on the immensity of his genius to invent these mysterious runes that changed the fate of the Goblin Empire in a moment of ingenuity. If it wasn’t for the traditions of the goblins that prevented those of royal bloodline from becoming king, Gazlowe might have been able to be crowned as the rulers of the goblins.
Dammit, dammit, dammit!
Greem had Billis take the goblins back down to their cells. He started to pace anxiously within the small cave.
It was at this moment that he vaguely understood why the Adept’s Code of Conduct listed the exchange of knowledge with other planes as the most major taboo. His past self had been unlearned and inexperienced. He’d only known that basic runology was a fundamental knowledge that everyone had access to in the World of Adepts; it wasn’t classified information.
That was why he had Snorlax conduct an equal trade with that person known as Gazlowe.
These trades might have undoubtedly seemed like they were the ones that made off with a steal, but now that he reflected upon it, it was an incomparably foolish decision!
More importantly, he had actually created a massive problem for himself seventy years later!
An overwhelmingly massive problem!