Doomsday Code

Chapter 898 Register to Participate

Upon hearing the creaking of the bamboo chair in the yard, Fisher Doug, inside the house, immediately closed his eyes, his face contorted with an expression of utter dismay, as if his father had just died.

"Oh no, oh no, this is it, we're all doomed."

Fisher Doug choked out as he murmured.

Then he opened his eyes and looked out through the crack in the door, and his eyes met Sam's.

Samlett in the yard didn't urge them on; he knew the guy inside would eventually come out.

At that moment, Sam suddenly turned his head towards the outside of the courtyard, and at the same time, voices could be heard coming from the bamboo path outside the courtyard.

“Master Doug, Nando from the Academic Affairs Office has come to see you.”

When Fisher Doug heard Nando's voice, he knew he had to go out, otherwise Nando would definitely anger the old man in the yard.

So just as Nando saw Sam on the bamboo chair in the yard and was about to reprimand him as he would the other students in the academy, the bamboo house door was opened first.

"Nando, what brings you here?"

Upon hearing Doug's words, Nando swallowed his reprimand of Samlett and then bowed to Doug, saying:

"Master, the academy's selection competition is about to begin. The dean asked me to inquire whether you have any disciples to recommend for participation."

Doug stroked his graying beard and then pointed to Sam on the bamboo chair in the yard, saying:

“I recommended him to participate this year. He’s from the Warrior Academy. Please register his name.”

Samlett never expected that this guy would dare to ask him to participate in this damn competition. Wasn't he afraid that he would ruin all the talented young talents they had nurtured during the competition?

Doug, fearing that Sam would not agree, turned to face Sam. While saying things like "hurry up and give me your name," he kept winking at Sam, trying to get him to agree quickly.

Samuel didn't care much about signing up. If his business couldn't be finished anytime soon, he couldn't give up this identity, so participating wouldn't hurt.

If he completes the task, he can leave whenever he wants. As for the registration, what binding force could it possibly have on him?

"My name is Sam. I was personally recruited by Master Doug. I used to do quests at the Adventurers' Guild."

As he spoke, Samlett pulled out his forged student ID from his pocket.

As for the name above, it was naturally changed to Sam by Samlett himself.

After seeing the student ID, Nando completed the registration and said goodbye to Doug.

He needed to inform the dean about Doug's recommendation, since Doug hadn't recommended anyone in over a hundred years.

After Nando left, Samlett got up from the bamboo chair.

"Master, please have a seat."

Sam made a gesture of invitation.

"Well, I'm getting old and don't like sitting in these wobbly chairs anymore. I'll sit here instead."

Doug waved his hand, and a vine quickly grew from the ground. Then the vine began to grow and weave, and a chair made of vines appeared beneath him.

"It's been almost two hundred years, and you've been living a life of luxury here with the title of 'master,' and your magical skills have improved a lot."

Sam said in a sarcastic tone.

Doug, on the other hand, felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles, and no matter how he sat, he felt uncomfortable all over.

The next moment, Doug burst into tears.

"Waaah, Your Highness, I, Zhu Yeqing, miss you and His Majesty every moment, but my skills are meager and my voice carries little weight. I can't do anything."

"My lord, don't be fooled by my humble abode. I've actually been under house arrest for the past two hundred years. The only places I've been allowed to go are the academy and the palace."

Doug was genuinely afraid that Sam would bring up his past grievances. If he didn't cry, he was truly afraid that Sam would tear his old bones apart.

However, Samlett just smiled coldly and said:

"Are you really that pitiful? You're not just some nobody. If an elder of the twelve elders' council of the Academy Alliance is considered nobody, then what are the others?"

Doug knew that with Sam Rat coming to his door, he wouldn't be able to handle it so easily.

"Your Excellency, you yourself said it's the Twelfth Elder. Aren't there eleven others? I'm all alone, and I'm currently being suppressed by that guy Hauge. What can I do?"

However, please rest assured, Your Highness, I have spent the last two hundred years biding my time and infiltrating the enemy ranks. If Your Majesty requires it, I am ready to set things right and return to Your Majesty's embrace at any time.”

Samette had long known that Doug was a fickle opportunist; he had connections with virtually every faction except the Church.

This was his way of surviving, and he hadn't actually participated in the rebellion back then, so Sam would never really kill him or anything like that.

However, even if he isn't killed, this guy still needs to be taught a lesson.

"Who do you think you are? Do you need His Majesty's order to set things right? Don't you consider yourself His Majesty's subject anymore?"

If it's no longer the case, then it will be dealt with according to family rules.

The family rules Sam mentioned were, of course, the oath he took when he joined the demigod temple. If he chose to betray it, then according to the rules, he would be annihilated and his bones would be reduced to ashes.

Upon hearing about the family discipline, Doug trembled involuntarily, inwardly groaning.

Why is my life so miserable? When that incident happened, he was busy with the academy construction task that His Majesty the Thirteenth King had given him. He had no idea that such a big event had occurred. Afterwards, he was indeed placed under surveillance by the Kingdom of Komo.

If it weren't for his multiple identities, he would probably have been eliminated as a remnant of the empire.

Now that Sam Lett is back, constantly threatening family rules and such, how can his old bones withstand such fear?

"Please feel free to give me any instructions, Your Highness. I will handle it properly."

Doug didn't want to be scared anymore, so he just bought the dip.

"It's simple. I want to know why these rebels convened the House of Representatives ahead of schedule. Don't try to fool me with those reasons that are just empty rhetoric from outside."

In Samlett's view, the only way to find out the truth, besides going to the King of the Kingdom of Como himself, was to find this opportunist who was mingling among the various powers.

While being a fence-sitter is often despicable, it depends on the person.

If you lack ability, you're just a fence-sitter; if you have ability, you have a wide circle of friends.

Doug is exactly the kind of person with real power, and although he's a fence-sitter, he has a great reputation for keeping his mouth shut. So, because of his strength, he's a high-ranking figure among all the factions.