1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King Chapter 68 – First Citizen

Chapter 68: First Citizen

William realized that he didn't need to sleep the day after he transmigrated.

His powerful mental strength made it very difficult for him to feel any mental fatigue. Even if he read historical documents intensively for a few days, the mental burden he felt was only to yawn a few times.

The only time he felt a little tired was when he was testing the limits of his magic power. After renovating Offa University's underground training range dozens of times with all kinds of magic, he finally felt a little sleepy.

However, all it took was a few minutes of meditation to shrug it off.

Later on, he learned from Vincent and the others that after one's mental strength reached the Master level, the requirement for sleep could be replaced by meditation.

Before he transmigrated, William was a night owl. It was only when his middle-aged body gradually couldn't take it that he gradually changed his sleep schedule. Now that he had such talent, why waste it?

After completing the matters related to the ritual, William first dealt with the Rose Palace's administrative problems that were in a half-paralyzed state with Vincent for a few days, allowing the government to gradually return to normal. Vincent easily took over the rest.

After all, Vincent had naturally taken over the leadership of the armed forces in Thorn City when the Undead Tide struck. In addition, he was the strongest magic chanter in Thorn City on the surface. After Duke Simon was declared ‘missing,' it was natural for him, the chief consultant, to be the interim leader.

Of course, this also involved the handling of Simon Walde's family.

Mrs. Simon died of typhoid in her early years. The only descendant of the Waldes was Simon's son. He was previously in charge of Thorn City's Elementium Silver Chamber of Commerce. Before William went to the Holy Sepulchre, that person had instructed Vincent to remember to control him immediately after the Undead Tide subsided.

William even personally went to the secret dungeon to interact with him. He confirmed that the other party was a good-for-nothing who knew nothing but drinking and fooling around with women.

In the beginning, William found it strange that Simon, who had been plotting in secret for more than 20 years and could be considered an ambitious person, would raise such a textbook profligate son.

However, he eventually came to a realization. From the moment Simon planned on obtaining the authority of Death Vera through the King and Rebel ritual, he hadn't considered having an heir at all. Instead of teaching his child how to rule that he wouldn't be able to use until his death, it was better to let him live a life of profligacy at the Elementium Silver Chamber of Commerce where he could collect money doing nothing.

The ministers, who thought that he would definitely succeed the throne in the future as the Duke's only child and had kept currying favor with him, were the pitiful ones.

William and Vincent had some disagreements regarding the handling of Walde's last bloodline.

William felt that it was better to prevent future trouble, but Vincent hoped to give the other party a sum of money to make him disappear like his father and live incognito.

In the end, William agreed to Vincent's plan.

“Thank you for your mercy. I originally thought that you would insist on this matter.”

Vincent heaved a sigh of relief and made clear his confusion.

How could he not know that William's method was the safest and least troublesome plan? However, he couldn't bring himself to wipe out the last bloodline of his old friend in this world.

William shook his head and said, “Mercy? No, I just suddenly understood. There are definitely many people in this palace who don't agree with your rule deep down, and as new policies are announced in the future, there will be even more of them. When the time comes, it will be too troublesome for them to pop out one after another. I definitely don't have the energy for them, so it's better to leave such a flag. When they pop out, we can resolve them once and for all.”

There were no educational and management means in this world. There were basically only two ways to become a manager—bloodline or strength. Of course, most of the time, these two were the opposite of each other. Therefore, even though William found the management methods of the court nobles extremely inefficient, he had to admit that they were the batch of people with the most experience in management. At the very least, they were needed to maintain basic order.

There were definitely many people with nefarious thoughts among them. It was a big problem to eliminate them all. Although William could work 24 hours a day, he didn't want to spend his time on such a high-investment, low-returns problem.

Therefore, rather than taking the initiative to screen them, it was better to wait for them to pop out themselves.

After hearing the other party's words, Vincent felt a cold sweat break out on his back. He hesitated and said, “Then, if he's really willing to hide his identity…”

“Then, he can really live a peaceful life. Moreover, he definitely won't be killed by others.”

As William spoke, he looked out of Thorn City at the gray-robed fatty who was gradually leaving on a black horse—as well as the Death Spirit who floated behind him; no one other than William could see it.

As long as he wasn't surrounded by more than three Legendary magic chanters, his safety was basically guaranteed.

With this in mind, William retracted his gaze from the Death Spirit holding an invisible sickle. Then, he looked at Vincent and said, “However, I strongly doubt that he is capable of doing so, so I suggest you be mentally prepared. But don't worry, I won't let you do it yourself.”

As he spoke, he patted Vincent's shoulder in comfort and walked down the stairs of the city wall.

Vincent fell silent. If what William said was true, he could only make that choice when push came to shove.

But hopefully not…

Halfway down the stairs, William suddenly turned around and said to Vincent, who was deep in thought, “By the way, since you've already sent that person away, have you thought of a new title for yourself? You can't always give orders in the name of a chief consultant or regent, right? That will put you in an increasingly disadvantageous position in the future.”

“But you do not wish for me to declare myself as Duke of Thorn and have rejected the suggestion of crowning myself the King of Blackwater, I really can't think of a better title for the time being,”

It was very easy to understand why he didn't want to inherit the title of Duke of Thorn. After all, this title was to be conferred by the Riel royal family that represented the Empire. However, this person was clearly a hero from the era of the Seven Kingdoms a thousand years ago, but for some reason, he seemed to hate titles like ‘king.'

“Uh… That's true. Let me think about it…” the other party replied.

Then, the person stood on the stairs and thought for a while. During this period, Vincent vaguely heard him mutter a few words he didn't understand.

After a while, he asked, “You designate adults living in the city with registered household registration information citizens, right?”

Vincent nodded.

“Then, how about the new title of First Citizen?”

What a strange title.

However, it seemed like… this was a very suitable choice? It didn't seem like he was overstepping his boundaries or like he was borrowing someone else's power.

Vincent carefully pondered over this title and found it suitable the more he thought about it.

Be it the nobles in the Rose Palace or the hundreds of thousands of residents of Thorn City, it wasn't too difficult to accept.

At the very least, it wouldn't cause a violent retaliation.

If he crowned himself the King of Blackwater now, there would definitely be conflicts. If he couldn't quell them down quickly, it might even cause a civil war.

“Presiding Judge, I think this shouldn't be a problem. No, there probably isn't a better choice right now.”

Upon hearing his words, the person suddenly revealed a smile as if his scheme had succeeded.

“That's good, that's good.”

The other party chuckled and turned to continue walking down the stairs.

Vincent subconsciously asked, “Sir, where do you plan on going next?”

The other party replied, “To the church, it's time to deal with the trouble I caused by casually lending out my things.”

Chapter end