Chapter 1911: 536 Avoid good luck and pursue bad luck.

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“Damn!”

Mrs. Wolf exclaimed:

“We’ve been brought into the manor, we must follow its laws to survive!”

“Wait, is it day or night now?”

Due to the tension, her face appeared somewhat purplish, and her large eyes were darting about, as though assessing potential enemies beyond the mud shadows in front of them.

And faced with this eerie scene,

Matthew was not in the slightest bit flustered.

He faced the Mudmonger shadow, and responded with an indifferent tone:

“Isn’t it a bit too early for you to say that, my lord?”

“How come I don’t see myself entering your domain?”

During the conversation,

a powerful aura began to pour out from Matthew slowly.

Mrs. Wolf blinked.

In that instant,

the space around her and Matthew was enveloped by an even more potent force, and at the same time, the deep black line on the ground started to twist into a circular arch!

“Eh?”

She couldn’t help but rub her eyes.

Just then,

the boundary line was seemingly pushed back by Matthew, invisibly!

“Heh heh heh… this is the Lost Paradise?”

“Interesting.”

“To think that the artefact potential to be the new divine artefact of the Heavenly Family Palace could achieve this extent of law twisting.”

The Mudmonger monster kept chuckling, apparently unbothered by the fact that Matthew and she had temporarily escaped the shadow of Extreme Bliss Manor.

Matthew replied calmly and coolly:

“This isn’t quite a rare ability.”

“I know that in purgatory there are many demons that can easily twist contracts and rules.”

The Mudmonger shook its head:

“But what I’ve placed upon you is neither a contract nor a rule.”

“It’s a law.”

Matthew blinked:

“Semantics.”

The Mudmonger burst out laughing:

“If you want to say that, then legendary beings and mortals are also just semantics.”

Matthew nodded:

“That’s actually what I think.”

“Legendary beings might fancy themselves Transcendence, but when placed within the vast Universe, seen from the perspective of higher dimensional life… how much do they really differ from mortals?”

The Mudmonger scoffed and said:

“Pity that whether they are legendary beings or mortals, they always live in the real World, not in the perspective of others as you suggest.”

“Your talk is nothing more than the Skill of debate often used by demons, deliberately mentioning only relative factors while ignoring absolute ones.”

Matthew smiled:

“It seems that my lord also finds the demons’ debating Skill useless?”

The Mudmonger didn’t fall for it:

“I never said debating Skill was useless, its efficacy depends on the context of the debate.”

Matthew pondered:

“My lord’s defense in debate seems impeccable.”

“It appears, you’re unlikely to be Barthor himself.”

“How shall I address you? The head of Barthor?”

Hearing this,

The Mudmonger seemed to be provoked, its tone becoming agitated:

“How do you determine that I am not the Blood River Will itself?”

Matthew chuckled lightly:

“The Blood River Will upholds order, and along with it, demons appreciate tight logic and rules.”

“But to my knowledge, characters of Lord of the Nine Hells caliber don’t fall into that category; they take pride in Transcendence above rules, and find joy in breaking them.”

“My lord speaks with much caution, always careful, fearing to fall into my verbal traps, thus becoming constrained… How could such a person be the true Lord of the Nine Hells?”

The Mudmonger was silent for two seconds, then chuckled dryly:

“You are indeed quite perceptive.”

Matthew gave a slight smile, ready to press further, but was preempted by the other’s question:

“You came here for my daughter, didn’t you?”

“I’ve heard there was a slight conflict between you… heh heh heh.”

Matthew responded coolly:

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Since you are not Barthor himself, you naturally have no right to call yourself the father of the Demoness of Desire.”

The Mudmonger said coldly:

“No!”

“This is very much my concern, and a great one at that!”

With those words,

The Mudmonger surged forward from the stone wall.

Its human-like face was atop a neck as thick as a cement pipe, which extended into multiple reptilian limbs.

“This is a Mudmonger beast, merely possessed by a Will born from the head of Barthor.”

Mrs. Wolf said with some distaste as she watched the unknown fluids dripping from the Mudmonger’s body, then quickly informed Matthew.

The Mudmonger beast, as if hearing none of it,

simply stared intently at Matthew with its beady eyes:

“I see many things in you…”

“You carry the Fate of many, why not bear a share of mine?”

Matthew didn’t utter a sound,

but gave the most direct response with a scornful look.

The tone of the Mudmonger suddenly sharpened:

“Do you despise me?!”

“Ha!”

“Don’t be so arrogant, boy, just tell me straight up, give me some of your holy oak seed, ten Nature Souls.”

“Otherwise, I’ll expose your whereabouts to Glasia!”

“She’ll be so happy to know you’re here!”

Matthew dismissed the idea without a second thought:

“Impossible!”

“I won’t give you anything!”

“My relationship with Glasia might not be great, but is yours with her any better?”

At this point,

Matthew no longer held back his aura, fully activating Above the Dragon and slamming an even more formidable air towards the Mudmonger head-on!

“Don’t think I don’t know, she fears you far more than she trusts you!”

“Yes, you could tell her I’m here, but I am fully confident of escaping her pursuit.”