"What are you doing, Mr. Shaffer? There is no need for such formalities! Please get up!" Dustin quickly helped Cinna up from his knees."Your Highness, it was my mistake for failing to protect you and the Princess Consort. I am ready to receive my punishment!" Tears rolled down Cinna's face."Mr. Shaffer, what are you saying? Had you not risked your life to save me back then, I wouldn't be standing here now!" Dustin consoled him."All of our friends in Valiant Troop are now dead. I'm the only one left. I have failed the Prince and the Princess Consort. I have failed all of you!" Cinna choked up.“Mr. Shaffer, there is no need to blame yourself for what happened. You did your best, and I'm glad to see that you're still alive."I was the one who brought all the trouble upon all of you. I'm the one to be blamed. "Had it not been for me, you would not have laid unconscious for ten years."Had it not been for me, our friends in Valiant Troop would not have died. I am the one who sho
"Donovan Linsor?" Dustin frowned when he heard the name. "That name sounds familiar. Who is he?""You might not be familiar with Donovan Linsor, but I'm sure you know the Prince of Carsonne, Your Highness," Cinna said solemnly."So it was him!" Dustin saw red.The Prince of Carsonne, or Donovan Linsor, was the King's younger brother. He was considered an exceptional among the royals.Ten years ago, Donovan was acknowledged as an outstanding talent with a great strategic vision. But for some reason, he suddenly withdrew from the public eye. And till this day, his whereabouts remained unknown."Mr. Shaffer, are you saying that the Prince of Carsonne had something to do with the assassination back then?" Dustin pressed."I can't say for sure that he had anything to do with it, but he definitely knows something about it," Cinna answered."Oh? Why do you say so?" Dustin narrowed his eyes."The Prince of Carsonne had a close relationship with your father. When we were attacked outs
The most important thing was to find Donovan and ask him about the truth behind what had happened. "Mr. Shaffer, you should rest up since you've just woken up. If there's anything you need, just tell me any time." Dustin helped Cinna lie back on the bed."Your Highness!" Cinna suddenly grabbed Dustin's arm. He said earnestly, "What happened then is all in the past now. Forget about it. "If you continue investigating, it will only put you in danger. I believe the Princess Consort would have wanted you to live your life peacefully!""Mr. Shaffer, this is an unresolved matter that weighs heavily on my heart, and I feel guilty for it. If I do not get to the bottom of it, I shall never find peace," Dustin explained.Seeing the look of determination in his eyes, Cinna could only sigh. He did not say any more. He knew that with Dustin's stubborn personality, he would never back down on something when his heart was already set on it."Mr. Shaffer, all you need to do now is to rest well
Dustin showed no sign of joy after getting a definite answer from the woman. Instead, he looked gloomy. The person in Aylka must have only agreed because she was certain she had ways to get the information he needed.But somehow, he just had a nagging feeling that there was something odd about the whole thing. The closer he got to the bottom of things, the more uneasy he felt.He didn't even know what was the source of this unsettling feeling. It felt like intuition, but then again, maybe he was just overthinking things."Forget it. I'll work things out as they come." Dustin shook his head and did away with these troubling thoughts. Just as he was about to return to his room for a rest, his phone rang. It was a call from Lana."Hello, Ms. Camron. Is anything the matter?" Dustin looked around and noticed that the sun was already setting."Ms. Camron? Haha! I'm sorry, you guessed wrong." Suddenly, a raspy voice could be heard through the phone."What?" Dustin's brows furrowed i
Dustin had just gotten out of his car when he was blocked by two men with full tattoo sleeves."I'm here to meet someone," Dustin answered coldly."We need to run a body check on you!" the two men said before promptly patting Dustin down.He did not resist their actions and simply stood there cooperatively without moving. He wasn't going to do anything rash without ensuring Lana's safety."Alright, go on in." After checking Dustin and making sure that he didn't have any weapons on him, the two men stood aside and let him in.Dustin said nothing and entered the cathedral.In the cathedral, a burly man with unkempt stubble sat topless at a table. He had a bunch of lackeys around him, and they were enjoying a huge feast of roasted lamb. There were also all sorts of alcohol on the table. As they sat there, stuffing their faces with the lamb and chugging on alcohol, they looked like they were having the time of their lives.Over in a corner, Lana was tied to a stone pillar with a
"What?" The bald man looked at his penis on the ground, then at his crotch. The bald man was stupefied. His eyes widened in disbelief.What had just happened? Why was his penis on the ground?"Ahh—!" After a moment, he came to terms with what he saw, and the man gave out a blood-curdling shriek. His knees gave way, and he fell on his butt. His nether region bled profusely."Ah! My dick! My dick!" the bald man shouted and groaned in pain as he rolled around on the ground. The sudden commotion shocked everyone."John! What's going on?" the stubbled man immediately stood up and asked."My dick's gone! Someone chopped my dick off!" the bald man, John, cried as he picked up his bloody dick and raised it high above his head, showing it to the rest of them."Damn it! Who the fuck did that? Who dares hurt my men? Get the fuck out here!"The stubbled man scanned the room menacingly. All the other men pulled their weapons out, looking around warily."It was me." Dustin walked out o
The members of the Black Grizzly Gang suddenly froze as they rushed forward. It was as if they had been turned into stones. Soon, explosions could be heard, and all the members of the Black Grizzly Gang started swelling like balloons and exploded one by one.All of a sudden, severed limbs flew, and fresh blood splashed everywhere. It was a bloody mess in the deserted cathedral."What?" The stubbled man was stunned beyond words. The cigarette between his lips fell to the bloody ground. Were they all dead? The fight was just about to start, and he had already killed 20 to 30 people! Was he really human? Only the devil could do such a thing!His boss didn't send them to a job; he sent them to their death!"How could this be? Who is that person?" At this time, John looked terrified and could no longer care about the pain he felt. They had initially thought this would be an easy kill with the support of their boss. There shouldn't be any problem. They had never thought that their
John felt like thousands of wild horses were trampling his heart as he watched his leader surrender. Didn't he say they would rather die than disgrace the gang's principles? Didn't he say they'd die trying? Did he just fucking change his mind in a blink of an eye? Now that he could live, what would happen to him?"Hey, didn't you say we'd die together? Why did you suddenly change your mind?" John was shocked."Hey man, don't blame me. I have a family to feed; I can't die yet. Besides, you're already infertile. "There isn't a purpose to your life anymore. I'll take care of your siblings for you. You may leave in peace," The stubbled man said compassionately."You asshole! You've betrayed our gang's principles! You should fucking die!" John was furious as he unsheathed his knife and attempted to stab the stubbled man.The stubbled man quickly reacted as he picked up a brick from the floor and aimed straight at John's head."Bam!" It was a muted but sickening sound. The brick
"Get lost! I'm not in the mood for anything right now. If you want to eat, go on your own." Warrick snapped, looking annoyed."I'm not going either," Percival refused flatly. "I'm on a health regimen these days—only tea, no alcohol.""Fine. If you're going to wait, then keep waiting. I won't be sticking around." Huxley forced a smile and acted like he was about to leave.But as he turned, he almost bumped into Boston, who was approaching from the other direction."Sorry, Sir Thatcher! I hope I didn't startle you." Since he was surrounded by so many high-ranking officials, Boston was already on edge. He had momentarily spaced out and almost caused a mishap by running into Huxley, which left him flustered and a bit tongue-tied.Unlike the other generals, Boston didn't come from an influential background or have any powerful connections. He had worked his way up from the bottom, and the last thing he wanted was to offend Huxley and risk losing everything he had fought so hard for.
After parting ways with Boston, Jovian checked into a nearby hotel to await the good news. Boston wasted no time. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, he headed to the castle to deliver a letter of introduction. But when he arrived, he was stunned by what he saw.The gates of the West Lucozian monarchy had already gathered quite a few people, and among them were several figures he immediately recognized. These included Huxley Thatcher, the Commander of the Militia; Warrick Prescott, the Major General of the State Guard; and Percival Wentworth, the Chancellor of the National Academy.These three were first-ranking officials. In West Lucozia, they were nothing short of kingmakers who wielded immense power and influence. Warrick, in particular, was two ranks above Boston. Hence, he felt the need to be cautious in his presence and was eager not to make a bad impression.Alongside these three prominent figures, several second- and third-ranking officials also stood in line at
The following morning, Jovian stood at the entrance of West Lucozia Airport, wearing a sharp suit.Before the trip, he had contacted his comrade with whom he had fought side by side in the military. After earning military merit and with the Ballard family's influence, he was fortunate enough to stay in Oakvale and secure a decent position.His comrade, on the other hand, had moved to West Lucozia to carve out a life for himself. Years of hard work had paid off—he was now a third-rank general with considerable power, influence, and a strong network of connections. Jovian's meeting with the Prince of West Lucozia would depend entirely on his comrade's connections.Just then, the roar of an engine cut through the air as a military jeep pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, and the first thing that came into view was a bald head gleaming in the sunlight like a lightbulb. The glare nearly blinded him.Under that shiny dome was a face that looked ordinary at first glance. But w
"Grandfather, I understand why you sent Uncle Jonathan and Uncle Jensen to the Spanner and Fallon families to gather information," Natasha began. "But West Lucozia is thousands of miles away."She shook her head slightly. "They've always stayed out of the government's political matters. Sending Uncle Jovian there wouldn't achieve anything. He'd likely just be turned away." Oakvale and West Lucozia were worlds apart. The fight for the Oakvale throne didn't really affect the West Lucozian monarchy. Both sides had long adhered to an unspoken agreement to avoid meddling in each other's affairs."I know, but it'll be different this time. The royal throne is at stake, and every faction will do whatever it takes to secure West Lucozia's support. If the West Lucozian monarchy picks a side, the balance we've maintained for years will collapse. That's why I need to be ready for whatever happens," Simon replied.It would be best if the West Lucozian monarchy stayed out of the political strug
At the Ballard estate, Dustin was warmly welcomed to stay after dinner. This was the first time Natasha had brought her boyfriend home, so the Ballards made a big deal of it.Simon personally accompanied the young couple and invited them to the study to chat over tea. With his sharp eye, Simon could tell Dustin was no ordinary martial artist. His manners, speech, and broad knowledge set him apart from most people."Dustin, I fully support your relationship with Natasha. Your background or status doesn't matter. What matters most is that you two are happy together." Simon paused and said earnestly, "I want you to understand that she's been pampered all her life and hasn't faced much hardship. Now that she's with you, I hope you'll take good care of her.""Don't worry, Mr. Ballard. I would never let her down," Dustin replied sincerely.Though they had known each other for some time and hadn't yet taken their relationship to the next level, they had already made their feelings clear
After hearing Nathaniel's words, Tristan's expression darkened. His brow furrowed as he sank into deep thought.It seemed he had underestimated the situation. He had assumed it was just a simple rivalry between brothers; he hadn't anticipated Seamus seizing the chance to further his own agenda.Seamus already wielded considerable influence. Under the guise of supporting Matthias' ascension to the throne, he had been forming alliances and recruiting talents. His influence had grown to rival the royal family's.If Seamus really supported Matthias' ascension, he'd overshadow the king, and no one would be able to stop him. The worst-case scenario would be Seamus using Matthias as a puppet to overthrow the House of Linsor."Nathaniel, is everything you said true?" Tristan frowned."Absolutely. Every word," Nathaniel replied solemnly. "Of course, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to investigate.""I believe you. But… taking down Seamus won't be easy. Do you have a plan?" Tr
An hour later, Nathaniel quietly entered a private mansion wearing a disguise.Inside the living room, Tristan had already prepared tea and refreshments. He looked as if he had been waiting for a long time."Sorry to have kept you waiting, Tristan." Nathaniel took off his coat and walked forward with a smile."No need to apologize. I'm happy that you made the effort to arrange this. A few extra minutes are nothing, especially since it's rare for us to meet." Tristan gestured for him to sit while he poured two cups of tea and handed one to his brother.Nathaniel accepted the cup and discreetly set it aside. Whenever he was out, he was always cautious about food and drink—this wariness had become second nature."You asked to meet me on short notice. Is this about official matters or something personal?" Tristan took a sip from his cup and got straight to the point."Both," Nathaniel replied, still smiling."Oh?" Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Let's hear it, then.""Given how things
In another luxurious mansion in the Inner City, a female spy dressed in black, cloaked in a hood, was reporting the results of her investigation to Nathaniel."Your Highness, the Moseys have been particularly active recently and are rallying allies. Many of the eight great families and other influential factions have already allied with them. If left unchecked, they'll pose a serious threat to us," she said, kneeling with her head lowered slightly."So the Moseys are backing Matthias, huh?" Nathaniel sat quietly, his expression unreadable."The Moseys have grand ambitions. While they claim to support Prince Matthias, they're merely setting him up as a puppet to rise to power and expand their own influence," she revealed.She had been infiltrating the Moseys' mansion for years and had gained a deep understanding of their operations, from the smallest details to the key players.Though Seamus appeared as a benevolent philanthropist, it was all a façade. Behind closed doors, he was r
That night, two young men sat playing chess inside a secluded mansion in the Inner City. On the left was Anders, who had visited the Ballard estate earlier. Across from him sat Matthias, a broad-shouldered man dressed in richly adorned robes.The game was intense, with fast moves followed by moments of deep thought. About ten minutes later, Anders finally conceded defeat."Anders, you've really improved since we last played. You almost had me there," Matthias said, stroking his beard in mild surprise."You flatter me, Your Highness. My chess skills are nothing compared to yours. If you hadn't gone easy on me, I wouldn't have lasted half as long," Anders replied with a modest smile."You're as smooth with words as ever." Matthias let out a hearty laugh with a look of smug satisfaction. Winning was in his nature—whether in war or on the chessboard, defeat was not an option."Well, we've eaten, and we've played. Let's get to business." With a wave of his hand, he signaled his men t