God of Tricksters

Chapter 1211 Yazlev

Chapter 1211 Yazlev

"Truly a hard battle…" The Wind Emperor coughed a few times before blood started coming out of his mouth. He was too tired to even use his power to float. "Come here and help me go back to my wheelchair."

Theo ran to him and hurriedly picked it up. On the way, he looked around the area and saw the aftermath of their fight.

It was apocalyptic.

There was a crater one mile in diameter caused by their fight, mostly due to the Wind Emperor chipping the ground everywhere he went with that power. Some of the ground had pale color as they were influenced by the Death Reaper's power.

There was nothing left in the crater other than the soil. The trees, grass, and bushes had been blown away.

If they fought a bit closer to the base, the base would have seen this fight and tried to stop it. However, they would surely find this place sooner or later. As for what they thought about it, Theo didn't care much about it.

Unfortunately, Theo couldn't watch the battle from up-close because the Death Reaper would certainly target him, making the battle even harder.

Of course, it didn't mean he would pass this fight. He watched it from a few miles away with binoculars. Although he had a hard time seeing the fight, he could certainly see some portion of their power. This was very beneficial to his understanding of Order and Authority.

After the fight ended, he returned with the Wind Emperor's wheelchair and carried him to the wheelchair.

"How's that, Brat? I still have that much power even in my death door." The Wind Emperor smirked.

Theo fell silent. In fact, his expression darkened as he said, "Thank you, Sir Wind Emperor."

He was truly indebted to the Wind Emperor because he had helped him twice when he needed it the most solely for the promise between them. Theo only promised that he would take care of the Czar after he passed away.

This kind of promise could easily be broken because Theo would already be strong enough to walk away with it. In fact, due to him getting weakened from this fight, the Wind Emperor couldn't do anything to Theo if he wanted to renew the promise.

That was why Theo asked while carrying him to the wheelchair. "Sir… I want to ask something… Why—"

Before he finished his question, the Wind Emperor said, "Yaslev."

"Sir?" Theo widened his eyes, looking at the Wind Emperor with a confused expression.

"That's my name. Call me that."

"Sir… Yaslev…"

"Good boy." The Wind Emperor patted his head and said, "The answer is simple. You remind me of my past self. That's why I know even if I'm not here to protect my family, you'll be there for me."

"That's…" Theo looked down with a serious expression.

"I don't care how many enemies you have… In fact, I know that my Czar Family will be severely weakened after I die. And your enemies might contribute to that. However, that is alright!

"After I die, my family doesn't have someone strong enough to take the helm. You, too, will be busy with your own stuff.

"But for me, I think it's fine for my family to become smaller. That way, they won't need to worry about too many things simply because they can't protect them. It's just… Can you make sure that none of my family will at least have a decent life? I know that they're talented and strong, but the enemies might be stronger than they imagine…"

Theo looked at Yazlev, stunned. He had severely underestimated the Wind Emperor's kindness to his family. Despite his cold and overbearingness, whether to his family or his enemies, Yazlev might be the person that cared about the family the most in the Czar Family.

Even Theo had his heart shaken by his statement and views. He said while swearing the same thing in his heart. "Don't worry, Sir. I respect you as my elder. I'll make sure that the Czar Family will lead to a good life."

"Is that so?" Yazlev smiled and finally sat down in his wheelchair. "Huu… It's truly hard for my old bones to fight."

"I'm sorry to push you this much." Theo once again apologized.

"You don't need to mention it anymore. When will you reach the Mythical Rank?"

"In a year or so."

"I see. You're progressing so fast in level, Order, and Five Aspects… I'm so envious of your talent but also admire you." The Wind Emperor smiled and said, "Well, in the near future, we should talk a bit more."

"Yes. I'm looking forward to it, Sir. Just call me, and I'll rush to your side." Theo nodded.

"Haha, I know that you, young person, are too busy for that. No need to rush. I don't have the energy to move too much, but I have time to wait for you to arrive." Yazlev patted Theo's shoulder and pointed at the corpse of the Death Reaper. "You should bring back her corpse. I'm sure that you can still use her, right?"

"I know that it disrespects the deceased, but yeah."

"Then, go. Grab her, use your Order, and go back to the other side. I also need to return as quickly as possible."

"I understand." Theo agreed and used his Order to make the Death Reaper look like a balloon.

He then floated her body with Telekinesis before attaching the string to the wheelchair, making them look like a grandfather and his grandkid having a stroll together.

Because the Wind Emperor was tired, Theo utilized his Telekinesis to go back.

Upon the Wind Emperor's request, Theo ended up bringing him to the airport soon so that Yazlev could go back as fast as possible. Theo spent all the money needed for the airplane's ticket to make sure Yazlev could go back smoothly.

Before returning, Theo retracted the clone in Russia and summoned it so that the clone could go together with Yazlev, providing him with the Order to mask his identity.

These few hours shouldn't be that hard to conceal for someone like Yazlev, so it also marked the end of his role here.

After sending off Yazlev, Theo finally returned to the arena to meet with the others who had been waiting for him.