Living With My Lady Boss - Season 8 Episode 64

His spirit energy slowly touched the Space Rift.

A deep, hollow sense of distortion hit him at once.

Wilbur let out a cry, holding his ground against the attack on his soul as he extended his spirit energy further.

All of a sudden, an inhumane scream rang from the depths of Wilbur’s soul, making him tremble all over.

His spirit energy retracted like a tidal wave.

Zenith drew his sword, his body lighting up with spiritual flames.

Wilbur was pale in the face, drenched with sweat.

He finally returned to his senses after some time.

It was only after making sure that there was nothing off about Wilbur that Zenith put his sword away.

“Did you find anything?” Emperor Tyler asked, overwhelmed with nerves and emotions.

Wilbur panted. “You’re right. It’s incredibly dangerous. I don’t even know what it is.”

Emperor Tyler seemed a little disappointed but still smiled. “You really are powerful. Someone else tried the same thing and ended up dead.”

“What are you going to do?” asked Wilbur.

Emperor Tyler’s smile turned wistful. “What is there to do? This thing’s been around longer than the royal family has. All I can do is wait for something to happen and think of a way to deal with it when the time comes.”

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Wilbur nodded. Waiting was one of the solutions to a problem that could not be fixed.

“Call me the second something changes,” said Wilbur.

Emperor Tyler smiled. “I knew you’re a man of your word. Come on, let’s have a drink.”

He left with Wilbur, and Zenith shut the door after all of them were out.

The runes lit up, and the room was sealed once more.

The three men returned to the living room in Emperor Tyler’s quarters, where he took out a bottle of aged rum and swiveled it around. “Angostura Rum. They only sold twenty bottles of this worldwide.”

Wilbur said nothing. Emperor Tyler opened the bottle, and Zenith fetched two crystal goblets.

Emperor Tyler swirled the bottle around one more time before pouring himself and Wilbur a glass. “Cheers.”

Wilbur raised his glass as well, and both men drained their drinks in one go.

“With this, we’re sworn brothers now. Keep in touch, yeah?” Emperor Tyler stated, his breath reeking of alcohol as he grinned.

Wilbur sighed to himself. This emperor was not making this easy for him at all.

As if it was appropriate for someone like Emperor Tyler to be going around calling a stranger his brother.

“I envy you, I really do. You can go anywhere you want, but I’m stuck here, no different from a criminal. I don’t even have friends, let alone brothers.” Emperor Tyler took another swig of rum, mumbling to himself.

Wilbur fell silent.

There might be people who envied the emperor’s life, but Wilbur did agree that it did feel like the emperor was living a life of imprisonment.

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Emperor Tyler was the royal monarch, and all eyes were on his every word and

move.

This trapped all of him, body, and soul.

Wordlessly, Wilbur raised his glass.

Emperor Tyler smiled, and both men drained their glasses once again.

The bottle of rum was empty not long after, but Emperor Tyler did not seem to

have drunk quite enough yet and opened another bottle.

Wilbur did not turn him down either. Both men continued clinking glasses.

It did not take long for several empty liquor bottles to amass in front of them.

The sky slowly brightened.

Wilbur opened his eyes, taking in the sight around him blearily.

‘This seems like a hotel,’ he thought as he looked next to him.

Emperor Tyler was fast asleep, still wearing the same sleeping robes.

Wilbur widened his eyes in shock and kicked Emperor Tyler off the bed at once before hurriedly inspecting himself. It was only after Wilbur had made sure nothing had happened that he heaved a sigh of relief.

Emperor Tyler woke up abruptly from the fall, blinking at Wilbur hazily. “Why did you kick me?”

“What happened? Why am I here?” Wilbur asked, his expression ashen.

Emperor Tyler looked around him for a while, scratching his head with a frown. “I can’t remember. Weren’t we drinking?”

Wilbur let out a bitter sigh.