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In the end, Zong Yan missed the last flight home before school started.

After they broke free from the illusion, he took Edward back to Buckingham Palace.

The main reason was that Edward was seriously ill. He fell into a deep coma and wouldn't wake up no matter how much they shouted. Beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, as if he were an animal trapped in a nightmare. His face was filled with pain.

Buckingham Palace had the best doctors in Great Britain. If Zong Yan had tried to take Edward to any hospital in the U.K., they'd make headlines the next day. And if something were to happen to Prince Edward, tomorrow Zong Yan would be on wanted posters all over the world.

So he inwardly said, "Sorry, brother", and then took Edward back to the palace to be cared for by the royal physicians.

But the other reason was that they'd run off in a hurry and hadn't even taken their luggage. Wang KeMing didn't care. After all, his family was well-to-do; whatever he lost he could always get back. Edward would have been even more indifferent. If you decided to compare their assets, Edward, a landed lord with several titles, was by far the biggest tycoon among the three.

As for Zong Yan, all he had were his passport and the two bank cards given to him by the Dragon Group. If he mislaid them, he'd have to report it. The biggest thing was that he couldn't afford to lose the money.

"His Highness is merely in shock. There are no other complications. He just needs to rest for a period of time."

After the doctors gave the unconscious Edward a full-body examination with sophisticated instruments, that was their conclusion.

Zong Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed the door of the room and exchanged glances with Wang KeMing.

Wang KeMing had been much luckier than Edward. He'd also been in the theater, but like the others, he was an Awakened. When the investigators began to fight the heretics, there was a strong backlash of awakening source which immediately roused the little fat man. So he dove under a chair and huddled there until the end.

The followers of the Order of Feasters never managed to open the gate to Carcosa.

They'd lost the most important sacrifice, and the evil god wasn't interested anyway. Compared with his believers, a human who was able to gaze directly at his face was much more intriguing.

"Faith is not reciprocal. Faith has always been a unilateral wish from small human beings." Maybe it was the light emanating from this human that made the evil god look at him. Hastur was benevolent enough to talk to him a bit. "Most humans are unable to interact with my consciousness. You're the first lower-dimensional creature I've encountered who can communicate with me."

Just as an ant was unable to understand a human being, humans couldn't comprehend the thoughts of a god, which was why Hastur was so surprised.

"The stars will soon return to their positions. I hope the next time we meet, you will be clothed in the robes of a priest of the Order of Feasters." The voice of the King in Yellow grew distant: "I will give you the honor of entering the city of Carcosa, a reward for pleasing the god."

Then Hastur let him go. The whole thing was unbelievable, but when Zong Yan thought about it, maybe the evil god was just in a good mood and didn't feel like crushing an ant.

If he spared this ant, it might be a source of entertainment later. But to actually believe in an evil god...

As the most promising student of MU and chief of the current term, Zong Yan thought: Forget it.

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