Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3135

Chapter 3135 Invisible Trap (Part 1)

3135 Invisible Trap (Part 1)

"What I'm offering you sounds like your old life." Salaark continued. "It sounds nice and comfortable but make no mistake. Your old life is over and there's no place in my country for those who cling to the past.

"In the Desert, I'm the law and here in Jiera, it will be no different. If you decide to come with me, you'll do as I say, when I say it, and how I tell you to do it. There will be no elections. You'll have no representatives but those of my choosing.

"There will be no nobles. Power and authority will be granted to those who I deem worthy. I don't care what title your family carried before the plague. Your blood is red like anyone else's and your last name means nothing to me.

"Your first assignment will be to learn Tyris' universal language. You are free to teach your native language to your children and preserve it, but that's it. You won't be allowed to use it in public or on your job.

"Your countries are dead and if you want to become part of mine, you'll have to ensure everyone can understand you at all times or face charges of sedition.

"Your second assignment will be to share your craft with the apprentices I will give you or learn a useful craft if you don't have one.

"I won't allow parasites to infest my garden. My healers will ensure you have perfect health and working bodies so you'll have no excuse. Your third and final task, if you decide to remain, will be to always respect and uphold my laws.

"Defection is not allowed. Betrayal is not allowed. If you discover that your neighbor, your parent, or your child is a traitor or a criminal, you have to report them. If you don't, once they are captured I'll inflict the same punishment on your entire family.

"Don't try to fool me because it doesn't work. Don't make false accusations because the sentence you'll receive is the same as the crime you report. If you are asking yourself what makes me so sure of my justice system, the answer is that I read minds.

"Plural. It is how I'm talking to you right now. It is how you understand each other even though you speak dozens of different languages. I am Salaark, the Desert's sun, and in case you are still doubting my words, answer me this.

"Have you seen my lips move while I 'talked'?"

It was then that the Jierans noticed that the Overlord hadn't moved a muscle since she had stepped over the dais. They had assumed she was talking because they could all hear her clearly and because they all heard the same things.

Only then did they realize how absurd it was that even while discussing her terms with their compatriots, even though their neighbors kept mumbling, they could still hear the Guardian's every word like she was talking in their ear.

Salaark stood silent for a while, letting the revelation sink.

"Whether you decide to become my subjects or not, I've prepared gifts for you. Feel free to consider my offer over lunch. My treat."

At a snap of her fingertips, the members of her honor guard walked to the assembled human citizens of Zarka, giving each one of them a set of clean clothes, a pair of shoes, and a utility knife.

Meanwhile, her human mages set just a few large tables and chairs throughout the plaza. The Jierans sat wherever they could, afraid to lose their spot and miss their free meal.