Chapter 307: Legacy

On the eighty-seventh floor of the Wiltonstein Building, in the rest area of the chairman's office, Consueli Wiltonstein rubbed his temples with a headache: "I guessed you might be here for Andre, but I didn't expect you to go straight for the general, Michelle. You're putting me in a difficult position."

"Don't worry, I've taken enough precautions. Your Andre won't be in mortal danger. But his subordinates, I'm not so sure about."

On the other side of the coffee table, the white-haired middle-aged man leisurely savored his black tea: "It seems my intelligence analyst's judgment was correct. You care about him, don't you?"

"I know I can't hide it from those who are paying attention, including you."

Consueli sighed: "Michelle, can't you slow down? Just two years."

"I know he's outstanding. Forget two years—maybe in a year, he'll have the power to protect Angela. But the problem is—"

Michelle Medici looked up, a hint of bitterness appearing in his resolute and stern eyes: "I don't have time anymore, Consueli. You have the capital and the strength to wait, but I don't."

"But Michelle, you're only forty-five. Is it necessary to be so urgent?"

"Forty-five? Look at this wretched state of mine."

Michelle pointed to his white hair: "If it weren't for the beauty pills from the East, people would believe I'm sixty. Lord Wiltonstein, I'm nearing the end."

"The end?"

Consueli set down his teacup, eyeing the other man with scrutiny.

"I don't think it's that bad. You still have five or six years. Gather some medicines to extend your lifespan, and twenty years won't be a problem. Even if you wanted, you could step into the legendary realm at any time. You have the foundation."

He could see that Michelle's flame of life was waning, his physical condition not good. This was due to battles too frequent and too fierce, consuming Michelle's life, but it was far from the point of utter exhaustion.

"The problem is, people like us can't live just for the sake of living."

Michelle savored his black tea: "There's one thing I want to do, want to accomplish, no matter the cost. I think others might not accept this feeling, but you, Brother Consueli, can surely understand?"

"Ha~ Though I don't know why, hearing you say that puts me at ease."

At this moment, Consueli's face showed a hint of sympathy. Although their situations were not entirely the same, and their goals were completely different, at this point in time, they both seemed to have been pushed to the wall by circumstances.

"So, you still want to take a gamble, right? Seize the last chance? But your daughter may not be willing to live so humiliatingly—"

At this moment, both their gazes shifted to the left, toward Angela standing by the window. The girl held her arms crossed, her slender neck straight, like an angry swan, exuding an air of 'keep away.'

"So this time, I gave us a chance. If you count the time, it's about right. I don't think they'll end up together, will they? You'll have to leave me some time to pick a backup."

The corner of Michelle's mouth lifted slightly: "You won't let me down, will you, Consueli?"

Consueli asked noncommittally: "So who's coming this time?"

"Richard!"

Michelle smiled at the other party: "Richard de' Medici—you may not have heard his name, but in the Old Continent, in the Curia, he is a rising star. The main branch of Italy will not allow the property I leave behind after my death, the Michelle Group I founded, to ultimately fall into the hands of others."

"Then what about the assassination attempt on your daughter over two months ago?"

"Greed blinds the heart, a worthless little beast."

The teacup in Michelle's right hand had already developed faint cracks, yet though the cup was broken, not a single drop of tea leaked out.

"If Angela dies, and I lose my heir, my estate will be inherited by the main branch of the Medici family—that was one of the conditions when I split off. But I have an agreement with them: they must not lay a hand on Angela. Look at me now, but if I were to fight desperately, I could still make them pay, a heavy price."

"True. If it had been the Medici family's will that day, your daughter would have been dead long ago."

Consigli nodded slightly: "So this time, is this Richard bringing the will of the Medici family?"

But at that moment, Michelle's eyes narrowed: "Consigli, you give me a strange feeling. You don't seem nervous at all?"

"How should I put it? You've put me in a difficult position now."

Consigli again showed a troubled expression: "I'm not sure now whether I should step in. So let's wait and see—maybe he can handle it himself? What do you think, Diamond?"

At that moment, Diamond, standing beside Consigli, leaned forward slightly: "You are right, Chairman. I'm not sure how much the young lady has grown, but I think her strength and speed are beyond the resistance of one or two legends. This is also an opportunity to see what she's truly capable of. So the primary issue now is how to conceal Miss Hazel's power. I think at this point, you must use your special authority in the Magic Tower Council."

Michelle raised an eyebrow, and a glint of astonishment shone in his narrow, phoenix-like eyes, already full of confusion and speculation.

...

Boom!

At the moment the dragon's gaze fell upon the 'Necropolis' magic tower, the purple-robed youth suddenly bled from his nose and mouth. The overwhelming dragon might nearly scattered his spirit.

Even the sacred artifact he carried to protect his soul was useless, and what was more terrifying was that the petite figure covered in pure black dragon scales had already flashed over and arrived before him. The dragon claw it extended shattered the legendary magic 'Holy Wall' outside his body with the first strike, and as the black claw plunged in with irresistible force, the legendary lich Lind Emers raised his platinum scepter.

"Iride Custos! Please stop, guest—"

At that moment, an extremely thick rainbow barrier appeared around the purple-robed youth. The legendary magic from the rainbow dragon, combined with the function of the entire six-story magic tower, caused the unstoppable dragon claw to pause.

Yet the black figure, without any hesitation, flashed again and appeared before Lind Emers.

"Interesting. I actually see a legendary lich who sacrifices himself for others."

With this silvery laughter, a surging black flame enveloped Lind Emers's entire body. The black figure's right claw, with unparalleled sharpness, tore through the layers of barriers around the lich.

This caused the ghostly fire in the latter's eye sockets to blaze fiercely, and he raised his platinum scepter again.

"Banish!"

Immediately, a black light shot from the tip of the platinum scepter, striking the half-dragon, half-human body. A powerful temporal-spatial force began to tear and repel the black figure's body, trying to expel her from this demiplane.

But just an instant later, a vast magical tide surged again in this demiplane. The suddenly expanding dragon claw effortlessly shattered the temporal-spatial force, even absorbing it for its own use, causing the protective barriers around the legendary lich to collapse entirely in less than one-thirtieth of a second. Then, before the lich could cast a second spell, it crushed its head with one blow!