Astral Apostle - Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Bill, When Can You Die? (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Bill’s movements were extremely practiced, but Roman could not bring himself to be happy.

In the past few years, Bill had not developed any new potions. He only made potions according to the existing formula day after day. Although the quality of the finished products was excellent, this was not what Roman wanted.

Now that the new blood potion had spread throughout the world, there were more and more pharmacists who were familiar with the formula. Roman was not short of a producer who would follow the script. He had his eyes on Bill’s innovation ability and wanted him to continue improving the blood potion, but so far, Bill had no new results.

Moreover, Bill had become more and more taciturn in the past few years and had interacted very little with him. Roman still remembered Bill’s enthusiasm and conversationalism back then. The change now was quite abnormal.

In addition, Bill had been serving as an advisor, but he had not suggested any schemes over the years. Even when the guards gradually became stricter, there was no reaction.

Roman really could not figure out Bill’s thoughts. After a few years had passed, he was already quite vigilant, and their relationship had changed subtly.

However, everyone was still in a cooperative relationship and had no intention of falling out. He still had hope that Bill would lead the development of the potion.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, before Roman forced a smile and said,

“Any progress today?”

“No.”

Bill did not turn around, his tone was calm without fluctuations as he spoke.

“Alright… How’s your sorcery then?”

“So-so.” Bill had become a man of few words.

Roman waited for a while. Seeing that Bill had no intention of continuing the topic, he coughed and got down to business.

“I’ll be leaving for a few days. Mark will temporarily give the orders on my behalf to inform you.”

“You can leave in peace,” Bill replied casually.

It really did not sound like a blessing at all…

Helpless, Roman turned around and left. He waved for the guards to continue guarding this place.

He paced back to the main tent on the other side and called his trusted aide, Mark.

“I’m going out to negotiate with some tribes. You have to manage the camp well. Seal the valley and bury any traces.”

Mark nodded.

Roman thought of something and his eyes flashed. He said in a deep voice, “Also, keep an eye on Bill. If he makes any moves, take him out immediately.”

Mark was puzzled when he heard the command, “Sir, Bill has always been very obedient. Aren’t you too guarded against him?”

“He’s indeed very obedient. In the past few years, he seems to be a person with no desires, but this is very likely his disguise to confuse and paralyze me. I can’t tell what he’s thinking at all.”

Roman frowned deeply upon recalling his actions.

The reason he was so guarded was that Bill was also a sorcerer, and he had personally taught him sorcery. He had not told anyone about this matter yet.

With this supernatural power, he did not believe that Bill would be willing to accept the current situation and would definitely pursue a greater ambition.

Back then, Bill had even dared to take the risk to betray the royal family for his freedom, but in the past few years, he had stayed in the camp and never left. This performance made Bill look like a dormant lone wolf. His intentions might be huge, and Roman did not dare to not guard against him.

Thinking of this, Roman’s eyes flashed coldly as he commanded,

“If Bill tries to escape, you can mobilize the secret guards to kill him!”

Mark was shocked, but when he saw the coldness in Roman’s eyes, he could not help but nod solemnly, “I understand. Don’t worry!”

Roman nodded and called over his other trusted aides to assign missions.

After settling everything, Roman led a group of people out.

…

The mountain mist lingered, damp and cold.

The day was gone, and the night sky hung high.

This valley was shrouded in night. Other than the sentries, everyone in the camp returned to their tents to rest. There was no light coming out, and it was abnormally quiet.

Meanwhile, in the woods outside the valley…

An unknown number of black-clothed people were slowly surrounding the camp silently.