Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 592: Chapter 333 Be your Lord Dyson_1

In the human encampment, ‘Dyson’ was looking a bit pale, devouring pastries in a mad rush.

He had suddenly felt a strange sensation of palpitation and weakness, suspecting that his blood sugar levels might be dropping. But even after eating several pastries in a row, there was no change. What was going on? Did he need to take medication?

An underling rushed in, stumbling and stuttering, “Lord, An, Anthony is… he has arrived at the front of our camp. He requested your presence, saying he, as a fellow Archbishop and servant of the Lord, wishes to meet with Lord Dyson at the camp entrance.”

‘Dyson’s’ face turned white as a sheet. He knew full well who he really was, and now Anthony wanted to see him? What was he supposed to do?

“What direction did he come from? Did the Dwarf King not notice at all?” ‘Dyson’, striving to calm his inner turmoil, withdrew his hand into his sleeve and pressed something inside it.

His underling’s face was a picture of absurdity when he replied, “He came directly from the dwarf encampment.”

‘Dyson’s’ knees went weak. Anthony had come from the dwarf encampment, what did that imply? Had the Dwarf King defected to Anthony’s side?

‘Dyson’ fell silent for a moment, pretending to be deep in thought, while actually pressing the hidden object in his sleeve.

It was an emergency communication device, designed to be very concealed and barely causing any fluctuations. It was a surreptitious method of communication often used by gamblers to cheat at cards.

However, the more covert the method, the fewer details it could convey. It was only capable of emitting slight heat, but that was enough to signal a crisis.

Yet, although he had sent a message, no feedback came in response.

‘Dyson’ was left with no choice; he nervously asked, “How many men did Anthony bring with him?”

“Just him.”

‘Dyson’s’ eyes lit up immediately. “Really? Just him? He is indeed daring. Assemble everyone and finish him at the gate.”

The underling hesitated before saying, “My Lord, Lord Anthony also mentioned that he knows your biggest secret. If you do not wish for it to be revealed, it would be best to go and meet him alone. Besides, even if we gather everyone, we might not be able to touch him. He positioned himself between us and the dwarf’s encampment. If we come at him with too many people, he will surely run.”

‘Dyson’s’ back turned ice-cold. His biggest secret? Had his childhood adventures of spying on the Minotaur neighbor lady during her bath been discovered?

Heck no, he was now ‘Archbishop Dyson’. Wait…

With his communicator receiving no response, ‘Dyson’ felt an increasing sense of dread. Left with no choice, he had no choice but to step forward.

In the distance, Anthony stood holding the Magic Wand in the open. In front of him was a basket covered with a black cloth. It was unknown what it contained.

Upon seeing Dyson, Anthony said nothing, simply pointed at the basket in front of him before retreating several tens of meters back.

“What’s the meaning of this? Want me to check the basket? What’s in it?” Dyson wondered aloud before signalling a subordinate. “Go check what’s in the basket.”

But no sooner had the underling taken two steps forward than Anthony’s voice echoed, “I suggest you look for yourself. That’s your biggest secret. If anyone else sees it, you won’t live.”

His underling hesitated, glancing back at him. ‘Dyson’ also hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and decided to go himself. As he approached, he gathered his holy power, wary of Anthony.

As the man had already retreated several tens of meters away, he figured there was no imminent danger. He could retreat in time if necessary.

When he was close enough, ‘Dyson’ waved his hand, blowing off the black cloth that covered the basket. The sight inside made him drop to the ground, sitting on his ass. He had found his own head inside.

‘Dyson’ recognized it instantly, the truth dawning upon him. He now understood why he had those feelings of weakness and why there had been no response from the communicator. The original ‘him’ was gone.

The fluctuation of the Eye of the Wizard emerged from behind him in the camp. Clearly, someone had noticed Dyson’s shock and released the Eye of the Wizard in order to see what was inside the basket.

Startled, Dyson remembered Anthony’s words about ‘his greatest secret’ and instinctively covered the basket with the black cloth. He turned around and shouted, “Who dares to conjure the Eye of the Wizard carelessly? I am discussing confidential matters with Lord Anthony. Are you trying to spy on the military situation? Drag him away and execute him.”

“Ah? No! I didn’t…” A surprised shout echoed from the camp, which was quickly silenced.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Anthony strolled leisurely towards him, greeting him with a smile, “Dy—son.” He enunciated his name deliberately slowly, in a tone as if he were looking down upon him.

But ‘Dyson’ was too flustered to care about that. Eyeing Anthony in a state of panic, he felt as if his throat had been gripped tightly by the hand of fate.

Anthony smiled and said, “Lord Dyson, it seems that this imposter happened to be intercepted by me. So, do you like my gift?”

An imposter?!’Dyson’ stared wide-eyed at Anthony in disbelief.

Anthony leaned in and whispered in a low voice, “You can still be Lord Dyson, holding endless wealth, commanding loyal warriors, with countless women of various races in your home, and having a supportive ally.”

When Anthony mentioned the word ‘ally’, he patted his own chest.

Dyson suddenly grasped the implication in Anthony’s words – his heart pounding uncontrollably. This was a path he had never envisioned before.

Anthony continued in a low voice, “Aside from Guliani, no one can tell the difference between you two. As long as I keep quiet, even Guliani is unable to deny your identity. You can enjoy everything that belongs to Dyson. They say that Lord Dyson has a penchant for mature beauties from all races. Do you like them?”