The Yulan continent. The Rohault Empire. Bloom’s residence.
“Lord Beaumont!” Bloom bowed respectfully.
Beaumont was tall and muscular. His entire body was covered in a black cloak. Next to Beaumont were four extremely respectful Saint-level experts. Beneath the black hood, Beaumont’s gloomy eyes stared at Bloom. “Bloom, is everything which you transmitted to me mentally earlier true?”
“Absolutely true. If I, Bloom, said a single false word, then you can kill me, Lord Beaumont.” Bloom was very respectful.
Beaumont was silent.
Bloom didn’t dare to say a single extra word. Beaumont was a person with a brutal temper. The Gebados Planar Prison was actually just a single, special plane. Naturally, it was extremely large, and there were many internal ‘territories’ within, which the many Deities scattered throughout the prison had claimed.
Amongst them, Beaumont, Muba, the Grand Warlock, and Dylin were all in the same general area. And within this area…
