Meanwhile, as William and Mr. Death made their own plans... Eli on the other hand was loosing his wit's end instead.

Eli was currently staying in a luxurious inn, within Bell Town.

This town was just a week and a half away from his official base, that was given to him by Alec.

After months and weeks of travelling, he had finally arrived in the town.

Soon, he would reach White-Wood City.

But for now, his horses and men needed to rest for a bit... as they had been riding nonstop for 2 days now.

In addition to that, there was also another major reason why he stopped here.

"Your highness... the letter has arrived." Said Zarius, his most trusted aide.

Eli calmly took the letter from the tray while crossing his legs, and began reading patiently.

After reading it, he then tapped his fingers on his chair before passing the letter to his aide.

"Zarius.... what do you think?"

"My lord... I think he's finally lost it."

"Indeed.... he has."

Eli looked out his window while seemingly feel in thought.

What the hell was wrong with Slytherin Cord?

Eli was deeply regretting having this psycho work for him.

Over the years, Slytherin had been getting too overly obsessed with The Ghostly Prince.

The man had even scared his own subordinates silly with his mad obsession.

And it was due to this very obsession, that Slytherin no longer listened to Eli anymore.

He no longer took missions from Eli, except those that involved the Ghostly Prince in them.

It was getting very hard to manage Slytherin, and this was the problem.

8 months back, Slytherin had stopped reporting his whereabouts to Eli.... and also didn't respond to his letters too.

He then sent his men to look for Slytherin for fear that maybe his enemies might have gotten to him.

It wasn't that he was worried about the guy.

Nope!

What he was truly worried about, were all his plans and secrets coming to light.

So he sent his men to search for Slytherin everywhere.

But when he finally found the bastard, the ingrate told him sternly that he was busy.

Busy?

One would think that they were in a relationship with the way Slytherin was acting.

Was he some dude chasing after a woman so as to win her love?

What the hell?

Eli truly felt as his patience was thin with this dude.

But since he had initially planned for Slytherin to take out The Ghostly Prince, he just held in his rage and decided to watch the show.

Now, the issue was that the show had been blocked.

He couldn't watch it unless he sent in more spies to get as much information as they could.

Slytherin had been too secretive as of late, and he had no idea why.

All he knew was that the psycho had kidnapped some middle-aged woman with warts and scars in her face.

He didn't know what that woman was, but seeing how obsessed Slytherin was with the ghostly prince.

He instantly knew that the women would definitely have some sort of connection with the Ghost Prince.

"Your highness... I think that keeping him alive will only make it worse for us to deal with later."

"Hmm... you have a point, but you're forgetting one main factor.

The Ghostly Prince!"

Zarius looked at the smiling Eli confusedly.

"Think about it deeply.

Do you think that the Ghostly Prince would allow him to survive after the bastard touched someone dear to him?

Of course not!

They would obviously fight it out.

So we need the bastard alive to deal with the Ghostly Prince."

"But your highness...

Based on how many times the Ghostly Prince has beaten Slytherin at his one game, won't he just loose as usual?

Why does his highness feel like this time will be any different?" Zarius said with a hinge of disdain in his time, when speaking about Slytherin.

In his mind, the dude was a complete loser, who had continuously lost all his battles with just one dude.

What miraculous result could come out from such a man?

In short, his only accomplishment or advantage that he had ever gotten over the Ghostly Prince.... was from kidnapping that lady.

So in Zarius' eyes, Slytherin was no better than a general who went to war and came back defeated multiple times.

If it were him, wouldn't he have already felt with the Ghostly Prince by now?

Hmph!

But Zarius had forgotten that the Ghostly Prince wasn't any ordinary man.

Because if Slytherin were to tackle other major missions, he would definitely get them done in a blink of an eye.

It was just that this time, he had truly met his match.

'What a useless man!', Zarius thought.

Eli smiled, lifted his legs and placed them onto his table.

"Zarius....don't let your ego cloud your judgment.

This time will be different.

This time, he had kidnapped someone and is trying to lure the Ghostly Prince towards him.

So tell me, in a situation like this... wouldn't one be fully prepared before luring their enemies in?

This time... he might actually succeed in dealing with the Ghostly Prince instead."

Zarius listened attentively to Eli's thoughts.

But even though he knew that they made sense, he still didn't fully believe that Slytherin could pull it off.

As they talked, Eli immediately wrote a letter and had it to a messenger to deliver it out immediately.

He had no idea when the final throwdown would be, so he had to keep his men stationed around all of Slytherin's bases just in case.

"Zarius.... what about the other thing that I asked you to look into?"

"Your highness..... the Alchemists are still looking into it.

But from what they said, they have no way of creating lightning yet."

Eli frowned and thought deeply.

How did those Baymardians manage to make lightning come out of those tiny black sticks?

Did he have to call a witch doctor so as to make it possible?

If he had such powerful weapons, then who would dare to even complete with him?

He thought for a while before finally giving up.

It looked like the only way he could ever own that Godly weapon, was by conquering Baymard.

And that in itself wasn't going to be easy.

Nonetheless, he felt like he was up for the challenge.

"Zarius, just let Slytherin be.

After he deals with the Ghostly Prince, then we'll kill him!

But for now, just let him be."

"Yes, your highness."