Dustin frowned as he looked at the two dead bodies on the ground. Skilled martial artists had keen senses, alerting them of any incoming attack. These heightened senses allowed their bodies to naturally dodge or block the attack.Nevertheless, those two shots were very well-concealed. Besides, he wasn't able to sense the shooter as the shots fired meant him no harm. He was indifferent toward the deaths of Eleanor Welch and Elena Forrest. However, it was an obvious challenge as the shooter decided to kill them right in front of him.Dustin raised his head and looked in the direction where the shots were fired. It was at a higher elevation where the shooter could have a clear view of his target. However, the person had already left by now."Hurry! Get someone to block the crime scene right now! We must capture the shooter!" Adam quickly gave a decisive order after regaining his composure."There's no need for that. The shooter had already escaped." Dustin raised his hand to stop
"Of course!" Dustin looked determined. "I already have some clues to help me uncover the truth about the incident. I can't leave no matter what.""Right! Since you've already made up your mind, I'll give you my unconditional support. Just let me know if you need any help!" Adam said as he patted his chest."Of course. I'll definitely need your help." Dustin smiled lightly and added, "I'll rely heavily on you for any tedious and difficult task.""What are you talking about? Am I only worthy of tedious and difficult tasks?" Adam sounded disappointed."You're the most capable man I know. You're the God of Military! Is there anything you can't do?" Dustin showered Adam with some flattery."That's true." Adam was beginning to sound a little pompous as he added, "You might be a prince, but I'm still better than you in some other things.""You're absolutely right." Dustin nodded quickly and said casually, "We'll continue with this topic another time. For now, can you please deal with th
"It's you, Ms. Linsor. I've heard a lot about you." After a momentary surprise, Dustin quickly recollected himself. He continued, "Ms. Linsor, as it's quite late already, may I know the purpose of your visit and who sent you?"He didn't know Grace personally, but he had seen her side profile in a painting, Enchanting Elegance. He was curious to find out the reason for her sudden visit."You'll understand after you read the letter, Mr. Rhys." Grace didn't explain. Instead, she took out a letter from her sleeve and gave it to Dustin with both hands."Thanks." Dustin nodded slightly and took the letter. As he opened the letter to read it, the content stunned him and made his heart beat faster. The letter wasn't signed, and there was no greeting. Only a single sentence was written in the letter. "Donovan Linsor, the Prince of Carsonne, currently living in the Scenic Monastery in Quandary Mountain, goes by Abbot Lumen."Dustin immediately knew who sent the letter when he saw the
"Dustin Rhys, if you insist on going to the monastery, I'll not stop you. However, please accept this." As she spoke, Grace took out a golden talisman from her pocket and gave it to Dustin.The talisman looked very normal and unassuming. However, Dustin could feel a special energy emanating from it. It was very faint yet very fascinating. Yet, when he took a proper look at it, he found nothing. "This is a talisman that I got for you. Maybe it could help you in times of need." Grace explained."Talisman?" Dustin raised his eyebrows slightly, and his curiosity was piqued. "We don't know each other, why would you help me?""Because you can't die. Not now, at least." Grace sounded serious. Dustin's life was very important as it was tied to the fate of Dragonmarsh. If he died in Oakvale, the city would be thrown into chaos.She didn't want to see this happen. As such, she decided to help Dustin overcome this difficult task. This was the responsibility of the Seers."I appreciate yo
The night passed quickly. The next morning, Dustin was ready to leave after washing up and changing into a set of clean clothes."Dustin, this trip will be dangerous. Why don't I go with you? At least we can take care of each other." Maximus came running after him from his room. There was a sword hanging behind his back as well. He might not be very skilled, but he was still capable of keeping watch for Dustin."It's alright. You stay at home. Protecting Mr. Shaffer is your top priority." Dustin patted Maximus's shoulder. "Remember, if something goes south, leave with Mr. Shaffer. Don't take any risks.""Got it." Maximus nodded heavily. "I'll put my life on the line to make sure that Mr. Shaffer is safe!""Don't say that. I'm just going out for a while. It won't take too long. You guys just need to be careful. I'm leaving now." With that, Dustin left the house. The trip to Quandary Mountain would take around two hours as it was located on the city's outskirts. Due to its spar
A sudden knock echoed through the door. Fenley slowly opened his eyes and asked, "Who's there?""It's me."An old man in white robes entered and pushed the door open. The elder, with an air of otherworldliness, was none other than Alloy Marshall, the guildmaster of the Celestial Alliance."Master Alloy?" Fenley's expression brightened as he quickly stood up. "What brings you here?""Just checking on you." Alloy smiled faintly and asked, "Fenley, how's your progress lately?""I'm now a grandmaster. Just one step away from being an ultimate grandmaster," Fenley replied truthfully."Not bad. Achieving this at such a young age is quite a feat. I wasn't as accomplished at your age." Alloy nodded approvingly."Master Alloy, you're too kind. If it weren't for your guidance, I wouldn't be where I am today," Fenley said, lowering his head."No need to be humble. Your success is the result of your efforts."Alloy smiled and then asked, "Oh, I heard you had a fierce battle last night and
On Breezecrest Peak, near Frosthaven Lake, a young man with a lean physique sat shirtless on the water's surface. His body moved gently with the flowing ripples, resembling a light boat. Overhead, a few birds flew around, carrying twigs and straw in their beaks, preparing to build nests.Under the surface, a group of fish playfully swam around the young man, creating patterns of movement. At that moment, he seemed completely in tune with nature, resonating with the world around him.Out of nowhere, a dark figure descended from the sky, landing gracefully on the lake's surface. The resulting ripples scattered the fish below and startled a few birds into flight."Hey, time's up. Master wants you down the mountain immediately, no time to dawdle," said the dark-clad figure.The young man, still meditating, showed no reaction as if he hadn't heard.The dark figure arched an eyebrow and continued, "You've got a mission to take down Kirin, Logan Rhys. This is your chance to face him."
Simple Ken returned from a night of fishing with nothing but a pile of rocks and wood."Simple Ken, you're too gullible! All your hard-earned catch got swindled by those little rascals the whole night," a passing old man said, chuckling and shaking his head. "Oh, by the way, there was a big wind last night. The roof tiles on my house got blown off. Get some in town and fix it for me, will you?"With his trademark silly grin, Simple Ken remained silent."Ah, what a fool. Go back quickly. Your missus is waiting for you to have breakfast," the old man waved him off.Serene Village wasn't large, totaling just over a hundred residents, and Simple Ken was a unique character. Nobody knew where he came from. In everyone's impression, Simple Ken was just a fool who never uttered a complete sentence. Whether he cheated or was bullied, he always wore a foolish smile.Walking from the village entrance to the end, he entered a plain cottage with a fenced yard. Though it was small and somew
"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