"I'm so glad you've heard of my name! Let's shake hands!" Rody said with a sunlit smile, but Black Dragon Alfred and Xudela were sweating coldly at the sight of him. Encountering this miraculous kid in the Tomb of the Gods was definitely not a good thing. Especially for Alfred, who never thought that the child drenched in dragon blood would not only survive but also become the strongest human.
"I'm open to discussion, but let me say this first, if you want to contract me as your mount, I'd rather kill myself!" Black Dragon Alfred laid down his basic condition.
"Cough, miraculous kid, Al had some misunderstandings with you before. Why don't we take this opportunity to talk calmly and forget about the minor misunderstandings of the past? Just name your condition, as long as we can agree, there will be no second thoughts," Xudela stood by his old friend's side, not kicking him while he was down.
"Haha, I've long forgotten about the past. Today, I didn’t follow you two here, but just came to the Tomb of the Gods to pay respects to the saints and happened to meet you. It seems you two are in a bit of trouble, overconfident, and I want to suggest a foolish method, with absolutely no ill intentions!" Rody laughed heartily, but Alfred and Xudela dared only believe one percent of his words, fearing more trust might lead them to be sold out.
"What do you want to tell us?" Black Dragon Alfred asked, remaining vigilant.
"I suppose you know that angels are also my enemies. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend!" Rody chuckled: "Since we are friends now, I can do a little favor for friends, like restoring your original power!"
"Really?" Xudela was somewhat tempted upon hearing this.
"What do you want in return?" Black Dragon Alfred felt uneasy, as he had never heard of this miraculous kid being at a disadvantage.
"As friends, why talk about conditions. I will restore your power for free, as long as you do not become enemies of humans, we will always be friends," Rody said, leaving Alfred and Xudela stunned, such good fortune felt like a dream.
When did the miraculous kid become so easygoing?
Not only did he not pursue Alfred's previous deceit and the pain of being drenched in dragon blood, but he also offered to help restore their strength for free. If there was no scheme involved, then he wouldn't be the miraculous kid but a born fool!
The problem was, no matter how much they pondered, they couldn't figure out what was wrong.
This was the most terrifying aspect of the miraculous kid Rody's intelligence. Everyone was within his calculations, whether they were cautious or careless, no one could escape his schemes. Black Dragon Alfred and Xudela, though not often mingling in the human world, were well aware of Rody's various deeds. Each of his enemies, whether they were equally young heroes, renowned commanders, respected red-robed archbishops, or even angels trusted by people for thousands of years, all fell easily at his hands, becoming objects of public scorn.
Black Dragon Alfred and the nine-headed monster Xudela felt more and more uneasy, their faces pale as vampires.
"Name a condition, otherwise we can't accept your help!" Xudela and Alfred looked at each other and cautiously took the initiative to ask.
"In that case... do you have any gold coins on you? Give me a gold coin as compensation!" Rody laughed, causing Xudela and Alfred to feel very ashamed; they had clearly misjudged his noble intentions with a petty mind. The miraculous kid clearly intended to help, yet they insisted on seeing him as a schemer.
Black Dragon Alfred exchanged a glance with his old friend Xudela, conjured a gold coin, and handed it to Rody. Rody smiled lightly, caught the coin, and tucked it away. Seeing this, Alfred and Xudela felt even more ashamed. The miraculous kid did not hold any grudges and even used this gesture to dispel their concerns, showing his sincerity and magnanimity.
What made Xudela and Alfred even more ashamed was that Rody immediately set to help. He placed his hands on their heads, infusing a beam of golden light into each. In just a few minutes, he restored about eighty to ninety percent of their former strength without any reservation.
"Your bodies will need at least two weeks to fully recover your former strength, but the seal has been lifted. You just need your bodies to adapt to regain full strength. I didn't expect your power before the seal to be so great. Impressive, both of you. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now!" Rody smiled faintly, nodded to Xudela, and walked away.
"Why, why are you doing this?" Alfred couldn't comprehend.
This Rody left no contract, nor did he chant any magic. The method he used to break the seal was a kind of power never seen before, gently penetrating and melting away the stripping magic array left by the Dragon King and elders. He completely opened the places in their bodies that were isolated from magic and dragon qi, not only refraining from any underhanded tactics but even slightly purifying their qi and magic for them.
He should have wanted to contract me as his mount, so why help me like this?
What is this miraculous kid Rody really thinking?
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Black Dragon Alfred, facing this enigmatic young human, was utterly baffled. Similarly perplexed was Xudela.
"I've said it before, the enemy of my enemy is a friend," Rody turned back and chuckled, "As long as you are enemies of the angels, you are my friends."
"Do you treat every friend the same way you treated us?" Xudela asked excitedly.
...Rody, known as the miraculous kid, is the most cunning and ingenious young man among humans, possessing wisdom and abilities beyond all. In any impossible situation, he can incredibly turn the tide, using the weakest and smallest force to defeat the strongest and most numerous enemies. His terror lies in his perfect strategy and deadly charisma. Those who follow him, who believe in him, do so with a devotion akin to an incurable addiction...
This passage was the assessment of Socrates, the foremost judge of the world.
Whether in Heaven, Hell, the land of the Seven Tribes, or the human world, there was no strong king who had not heard these assessments, nor anyone who opposed them.
If one delves deeply into these words, much can be discerned.
For instance, the loyalty and trust of Rody's followers not only stem from his perfect wisdom but also from his deadly charisma. Why would Rody, a mere human, have many elite warriors of various races regard him as a loyal and reliable friend and comrade? One reason is his attitude towards friends, which is absolutely sincere, a heart for a heart. It has never been heard that the miraculous kid Rody ever did anything excessive to anyone other than his enemies.
On the day when the angels strongly judged Rody, in order to protect a group of comrades who had shared life and death with him, Rody preferred to break with friends rather than involve them.
Before Lord Warren revealed the truth to the world, Rody was heavily criticized, but he never retorted a word against his family, whether they were right or wrong, silently bearing it all. The demon-slaying sword Lot and others, under numerous pretenses, tried countless times to put Rody to death, but he never retaliated. Even after capturing them, he did not kill them, but instead transferred them to the Court of Justice of the Great Alliance of Justice in the world, without harboring any personal grudges.
It was because of Rody's heart-to-heart connection with friends and selfless dedication that he was embraced by the world...
Upon thinking this, the nine-headed monster Xudela became excited and rushed forward, asking, "Miraculous kid, do you really consider us your friends?"
"In my heart, there are three types of people in the world: friends, enemies, and strangers," Rody chuckled. "I have many enemies, but even more friends. No matter how many friends I have, it's never too many; no matter how few enemies I have, it's never too few. Now, tell me, isn't it better to have two more friends than two more enemies?"
"Rody, if we are friends, then I ask you for one thing," Xudela said excitedly, grabbing Rody's hand.
"Is it to resurrect your lover, Peshansos?" Rody smiled slightly, pointing to the center of the nearby magic circle, "I have two things to tell you: first, after resurrection, she will become a death angel and might not remember you; second, inside, I feel a powerful saint waiting for us, possibly the legendary Tomb of the Gods' guardian. You must get her consent before I can resurrect Peshansos."
"Can you really resurrect her? Really?" Black Dragon Alfred trembled.
"As long as her soul is still there, no matter whether the body is destroyed or not, I can resurrect her, just like she was before!" Rody nodded affirmatively.
"If she... if she can come back to life, then we are willing to join you in the expedition to Hell until the end of the battle," Black Dragon Alfred said, no longer caring whether Rody had any schemes or was calculating them. As long as she could be revived, nothing else mattered.
"Once Peshansos is resurrected, she will need your long-term companionship, otherwise, she will feel empty and lonely. You don't need to join the expedition to Hell. Inside the Tomb of the Gods, many saints lie in eternal rest, many of whom wish to embark on the expedition to Hell. As long as the Tomb's guardian agrees, I can awaken them in the land of death to lend me their strength," Rody waved his hand, outright refusing Black Dragon Alfred's offer.
"Let us do something for you, otherwise, we cannot be at peace!" Xudela, with tears brimming in his eyes, excitedly grasped Rody's hands.
"Doing a little something as a gesture of friendship, why worry about it?" Rody laughed heartily.
"Rody, the great commander of the human coalition, I, Black Dragon Alfred, and the nine-headed monster Xudela, petition to join the expeditionary army. Please assign us a duty, even as a cook in the army is fine, as long as you let us join!" Black Dragon Alfred's temperament flared up. If Rody had forcibly contracted him, as a dragon, he would have rather died than submit. But if he refused his voluntary offer to join the expedition, his heart would be troubled, needing to prove his pride and strength as a mighty dragon, not to be overlooked by others!
"I refuse. As a powerful being, you are strong and possess extraordinary power, but as a soldier, both you and Xudela are unqualified," Rody did not change his mind and flatly refused Black Dragon Alfred's intention.
"What? I must join!" Black Dragon Alfred became furious.
Xudela was on the verge of fainting; his old friend had changed too quickly. Initially, he was the most skeptical of Rody and unwilling to serve him. Now, he was arguing to join the expeditionary army, even as a cook. Could this be the poisonous, deadly charisma of the miraculous kid?
However, as a powerful being, being underestimated is indeed an irritating matter.
He was about to say a few words of consolation when suddenly, a series of magical fluctuations emerged from the center of the magic circle.
The central crystal pillar of the magic circle remained still, while the surrounding crystal pillars slowly moved, opening a circular entrance in the ground. A deep hole appeared with a shallow spiral staircase winding downwards. On the walls between the steps, numerous heroic legends were engraved in the form of pictorial runes.
"Young man, I have been waiting for you for a long time... Come, let me see if you, with your black hair and black eyes, are truly the rightful opener of the Tomb of the Gods." A voice echoed up from the bottom of the hole, like bubbles emerging from a swamp, sounding particularly sinister and terrifying. Black Dragon Alfred and the nine-headed monster Xudela were very surprised. The Tomb of the Gods, which had not been opened for at least hundreds of years, actually had a living person residing inside?
Before this, they had not sensed the presence of this voice's owner.
If they hadn't clearly heard the speech, they would never have believed that within the emptiness and darkness inside, there really was a guardian of the Tomb of the Gods.
At first, they thought that the guardian of the Tomb of the Gods was not a living being, but some kind of magical machinery or other non-living entity. But upon hearing that eerie voice, which turned out to be that of a human woman, it was truly unbelievable. They had no idea how old she was, but one thing was certain: the Tomb of the Gods had not been opened for at least three hundred years.
"Grandmother, Rody has taken the liberty of disturbing your rest!" Rody first bowed towards the entrance of the hole, then floated down.