Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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A flicker of fire lit up the darkness as Asher walked down the stairs.

A powerful aura of death enveloped the surroundings. Without a doubt, this was a barrier set up by Morgan le Fay. Anyone who entered here would suffer the torment of a "Word Spirit" imbued with the concept of death.

However, this power was completely ineffective against Asher. This was the blessing of the goddess of death. Only one person in this world had received the blessing of the goddess of death, and he could naturally walk unhindered in this closed basement.

A small flame, like a lighter, flickered on Asher's fingertip. This was the power of the Rune words, precisely condensed on one of his fingers at this moment, barely illuminating the cold, dark basement.

It was strange... why would there be such a place in Big Sister Morgan's castle?

The further Asher went, the more shocked he became. The roar he heard now was completely different from the one he heard in the palace. When he first stepped into this basement, he even suspected that he had stepped into another dimension.

The sound was too exaggerated. If this wasn't separated by another dimension, then the soundproofing of Big Sister Morgan's house was really good. If his body hadn't been strengthened, he wouldn't have heard this sound at all.

The sound grew closer and closer, and Asher felt increasingly shocked.

What kind of powerful creature could make such a sound?

"It looks like the final destination is ahead?"

Asher looked at the pitch-black space in front of him and raised the flame to barely illuminate the general outline.

"It doesn't look like there's anything there…" Asher muttered.

And at this moment, in the darkness, a huge golden pupil suddenly lit up. When it opened its eyes, it felt as if the entire ground was trembling.

Asher's heart skipped a beat. He took half a step back, raised his finger, and a flame suddenly lit up, illuminating the creature in front of him.

"The White Dragon?!"

When he saw this white demonic dragon, Asher seemed to understand something. He looked at the giant dragon in surprise and tried to ask, "Vortigern?!"

"It is I," Vortigern narrowed his brilliant golden eyes, staring intently at the young man before him.

Unexpectedly... that witch actually used her blood to cultivate this brat.

After a while, Vortigern's previous astonishing aura suddenly relaxed. "Child, all along, I have longed for a righteous knight to appear here, and now, that righteous knight has finally appeared!"

The voice of the Usurper King Vortigern sounded kind and amiable. This white demonic dragon had once plunged Britain into a hellish and miserable state, but now it looked as gentle and elegant as a cat.

"Child, do you want to become the hero of this country?"

"I'm not from this country," Asher said, shaking his head.

Vortigern: "..."

"Do you want to obtain wealth and glory?" it then asked.

"No," Asher said, "I don't lack money and food."

Vortigern was taken aback. "Then do you want... beauties?"

Asher shook his head. "Not interested."

Could any beauty be more beautiful than Shishou? More noble and elegant than the princess of Britain? As for cute... weren't Lily or Big Sister Uathach good enough?!

Vortigern's voice faltered. This demonic dragon, which had almost become the new king of Britain, was now somewhat bewildered. It wasn't until a while later that it heard the young man standing before it speak.

"Who locked you up here?"

"Besides that witch Morgan le Fay, who else could it be?" Vortigern snorted coldly. "That woman tried to make all of Britain fall into her palm, so she spread rumors, claiming that I wanted to occupy Britain, but in reality, that was just her plan to sow discord between me and my younger brother."

Asher shook his head. "Whatever about that, I just want to ask you one more thing."

He raised his head and stared at Vortigern. "What is she keeping you here for?"

Vortigern narrowed his brilliant golden vertical pupils, staring intently at Asher. Only after a moment did he suddenly laugh.

"Is that so? She didn't tell you? Then let me tell you."

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"That's it, now my power flows in your blood," Vortigern said persuasively. "Help me break these chains. Once I reclaim Britain, you will be my adopted son. When I grow old, you will be the new king. The foreign races will also obey your arrangements. You can have whatever you want."

"Is that so... so the dragon's blood essence she gave me is actually the White Dragon's blood?" Asher stared at the giant dragon in front of him, a thoughtful expression on his face.

No wonder she had always refused to tell him, because this was Britain's enemy, powerful but a rebellious dragon.

"How have you considered it?" Vortigern was still amiable. "I can feel that you have inherited some of her legacy, so you must have a way to unlock the chains on me."

"Indeed... after all, I have the geis she left on me," Asher said, finally looking up at Vortigern.

"Lord Vortigern."

"Speak, what else do you need to ask me?" Vortigern asked gently.

"I refuse your request."

Vortigern: "..."

"What did you say?" After a brief pause, it narrowed its eyes.

"I refuse," Asher turned around and left the basement decisively.

"You'll regret this, you little brat! Sooner or later, that woman will kill you. She's a witch, don't delude yourself that she'll wholeheartedly cultivate you. Sooner or later, you'll regret your decision today! Absolutely!"

Seeing Asher actually walk decisively towards the exit of the basement, Vortigern roared as if he had lost his mind, completely shattering his previous amiable demeanor.

Asher stopped in his tracks.

Vortigern seemed to see a glimmer of hope again and was about to speak, but he heard Asher's voice continue.

"Witches harm people, Big Sister Morgan doesn't."

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Leaving the stuffy basement, Asher walked along the corridor towards the room Morgan had previously taken him to. When he passed a corner, a blonde woman suddenly appeared before him.

"That was close..." Morgan le Fay hugged Asher tightly, as if sighing from the bottom of her heart.

Very soft, very fragrant, Asher felt his eyes were blinded by a huge mass of human... heart.

"You scared me to death. Didn't I tell you to stay in the room?" Morgan said with a relieved tone. "If I hadn't come back early, it would have been a disaster."

Asher remained unmoved until a while later, then slowly said, "Big Sister Morgan... you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Morgan was slightly stunned and was about to say something.

But when she saw Asher's gaze, the words she was about to say slowly faded, and she smiled. "Have you already noticed?"

"You're using me?" Asher asked.

Her so-called temporary departure from the palace was simply to observe his reaction, to see how he would react upon learning that the White Dragon's blood flowed in his veins.

From the moment he entered this palace, everything had been proceeding according to Morgan le Fay's plan.

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