I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

The stone chamber returned to peace again. Jonal crushed the Seed of Chaos in his hand, but the red bead did not shatter, but split into two.

He picked up half of the Chaos Seed and put it into his mouth, swallowing it without chewing.

But in an instant, the black lines on his face disappeared like a spider web. Jonal raised his hand and looked at his palm. On his withered skin, those annoying cracks were no longer visible.

"Sivers, don't think you can trap me this way!"

He clenched the half Chaos Seed in his hand and opened the door of the stone chamber.

Luo Ke, who was outside the door, saluted him and said, "Sir, Krollin has arrived."

Jonal, who had temporarily returned to normal, no longer needed to hide. He nodded and walked out.

Without the master's consent, Cronin could only wait on the first floor. His eyes swept across the portraits on the wall and finally stopped on a portrait of two people.

The woman in the portrait was smiling gently, sitting on a chair with her hands clasped. The man standing behind her had his hands on her shoulders, with a stern face, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the woman. They were so well matched.

Crolin's hand touched the portrait and he murmured, "Mother, Father."

The boots stepped on the red carpet, making a slight sound. Rocco stood at the fence on the second floor, looking down at Krolin below. What Pasak did today gave him a bad feeling, but he said nothing.

"Wolf King, the Lord is waiting for you in the reception room."

Krollin came back to his senses from his distant memories and looked up. Rocco had already left. He went up the stairs to the second floor, crossed the corridor, and arrived at the reception room.

Luo Ke stood outside the door and did not go in.

Krollin glanced at him. The Silver Moon Clan and the Moon Spirit Clan were somewhat similar in appearance. Both clans had silver hair and purple eyes, but the Silver Moon Clan's fur would emit a crystal clear luster in the dark night, and the color of their eyes would be darker.

As for the Moon Spirit Clan, there is a deep black crescent in their light purple eyes.

The two races have distinct characteristics, and can be distinguished at a glance even if they are not standing together.

When Krollin's eyes swept over him, Luo Ke lowered his head guiltily. He was not good at lying and could only use silence to cover up his weakness.

Fortunately, Clorin did not look at him carefully. He just took a quick glance and then walked into the reception room.

After the other person entered, Luo Ke closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the reception room, there sat an old man with a kind face. He was holding a cup and pouring tea, while a small stove beside him was boiling and emitting steam.

"You're here? Are you doing well lately? Don't stand, sit down." His words were full of concern for the younger generation as an elder.

Krollin saluted him. They were all elders, so he didn't need to greet them. However, Pasak was not only an elder, but also an elder in the clan, so such etiquette was necessary.

"Thank you for your concern. I wonder why you called me here?"

The originally kind-looking old man's expression darkened and he shook his head helplessly.

"As you know, my health is getting worse day by day. After this rainy season, it's time for me to step down and let others take over."

Krolin's eyes moved slightly. He didn't expect that Pasak called him here to talk about this.

"With your health, you are more than capable of making it until the next elders selection. There is no need to rush."

"No, I'm really too tired." Pasak smiled bitterly, feeling sad and lonely. "Since your father passed away, there has been no secretary general who can shoulder the heavy responsibility. I'm really too tired."

"Come to think of it, if nothing had happened to your father, the position of elder might not have fallen to me. Back then, he was the disciple most valued by the master. What a pity."

Pasak shook his head with emotion, but his heart was extremely cold. That stubborn thing had caused him to waste a Chaos Seed.

Back then, the person Jonal initially chose was not Pasak, but Krolin's father, Clochi. However, he never expected that Clochi would have noticed his clues and knew that he had secretly sent the people with dark bloodline to the Misty Swamp.

After those people went in, they completely disappeared. It is self-evident what happened.

So I was on guard against him.

When Jonal said that he would let him swallow the Seed of Chaos so that he could inherit his authority and the position of Elder.

Cloch destroyed the Seed of Chaos in front of him, causing him to fail. He also told him to turn back and stop doing those cruel things. He said he would not tell anyone what he had done.

To Jonal at the time, Cloche's good intentions were nothing more than a naked threat.

Half of the Chaos Seed was destroyed, so he could only kill to prevent future troubles. He had no choice but to change his target, and asked Hunters for another Chaos Seed, then blackmailed him heavily.

Jonal used to value Kroc the most. He valued his talent and intelligence. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be so stupid in the end.

Speaking of his father, Krollin's brows were also tinged with sadness.

"But, it's all in the past. You have achieved what you have today, and you are worthy of being his child." Jonal, wearing Pasak's skin, comforted him.

"Krolin, I don't have any apprentices, nor do I have any children. Your father failed to inherit the master's authority, and now you can pass on this authority, which is also a kind of fate."

"How can this be possible!" Krolin stood up. Rather than the good news that had come from the sky, he was more worried about the unexpected event. "I am not qualified to be the first elder yet."

"Don't be so nervous. I will just pass on the power to you first and announce your succession to everyone. As for the duties that the First Elder needs to handle, I will slowly hand them over later."

Pathak continued to encourage: "Kid, I watched you grow up. You are very good. Don't worry too much."

"But this is too sudden..."

There is no such thing as a free lunch, but no matter how you think about it, Crolin is the most suitable person to inherit the power.

He and Pasak are of the same clan, and his father and he are fellow apprentices. Pasak has no children or apprentices, so after going around in circles, Krollin is still the best candidate for the inheritance.

"I believe you can lead the tribe and inherit this unique glory. Child, are you willing?"

Crolin hesitated again and again, and finally nodded firmly.

He took the position that his father failed to take. If his father were still alive, he would definitely be proud of him.

"I am willing."

"Okay!" Pasak nodded with satisfaction, took out the half piece of Chaos Seed and handed it to him, "Swallow it, and I will pass on the authority to you."

Does inheriting authority require something else?

Although Krollin had some understanding of authority, there were too few records of this power and it was too mysterious, so he didn't know much.

He looked at Pasak again and saw that he looked normal. He still took the Chaos Seed and ate it.

A surge of power surged from his chest, and Pasak knew that it was time. He summoned the power surging in his heart and pressed his palm on Crolin's chest.

Krollin tried his best to endure this powerful and cold force. Veins on his neck bulged and he clenched his teeth and fists.

Until the power gradually subsided, just when he thought it was over and opened his eyes, a big hand tightly grasped his neck!