Though Julius was displeased, he dared not speak. While the two brothers continuously declined the throne, unwilling to become the Prince, the reality was that the throne could only be claimed by one of them. Julius was aware of this fact and dared not entertain improper thoughts lest he meet the same fate as Reagan. "That's enough, you rascals! I'm allowing you to inherit the throne, and you act as if it's a punishment. Is it that difficult to accept?" Rufus scolded, irritated by Dustin's and Austin's behaviors.Neither of his sons wanted the throne, making it seem as if the position was worthless. Rufus felt embarrassed to have this many dignitaries witness the spectacle."I'm really not interested. You might as well pass it to Austin." Dustin shrugged. "I'm incapable of taking up the responsibility. The Prince of West Lucozia has to be you!" Austin asserted sternly."Silence! Both of you!" Rufus slammed the table and snapped, "I will decide on this matter and will not tol
"This is not something your men can help me with. Besides, this was a promise I made, and I can't just break it," Dustin said, sipping on his tea.With the Celestial Eye, he had a significantly higher success rate in searching for the Dracan essence. For anyone else, it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. "Fine, you're free to pursue the Dracan essences. But what about after you find it?" Rufus asked again."I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I haven't thought that far ahead." Dustin shook his head."Since you haven't considered it, I'll take the liberty of doing so for you!"Rufus asserted sternly, "Once you fulfill your promise, you'll return home and assume the throne. I'll ensure everything is well-arranged to spare you any concerns.""I told you. I don't want the throne," Dustin refused outright. "You're my son. If you don't become the Prince, who will? Austin?" Rufus snapped."Austin is talented in all aspects. So, why not?" Dustin retorted. "Aus
"Alright, it's getting late. You should go back to your room and rest," Rufus said wearily, waving his hand. The decision to appoint his eldest son as the heir to the throne was not only because he recognized his capabilities. He was also driven by a sense of guilt, wanting to make amends. Unfortunately, Dustin lacked ambition and harbored no aspirations to rise above others. Therefore, Rufus refrained from pressing too hard.As a dying man, his only wish was for the well-being and happiness of his sons. The rest was no longer a concern.Dustin opened his mouth as if to speak but ultimately remained silent. He then stood up and left. He had no desire to become the next prince, at least not now. To the outside world, the title of Prince of West Lucozia symbolized supreme power, boundless wealth, glory, and the pinnacle of prestige. However, to Dustin, it represented a burdensome role. Assuming the throne meant bearing an overwhelming load. He would no longer be able to consi
The main reason was that Dustin detested traitors, and backstabbing individuals deserved harsh punishment. After dealing with the five rebels, the remaining generals who had sided with the rebellion faced various consequences. Depending on whether they had voluntarily participated or were coerced, they were either demoted, assimilated into the monarchy's forces, or sent to prison. In the course of addressing the rebellion, Dustin also tasked Albert with leading a unit of the Draken Guardians to the Dragon Guard's hidden treasure vault based on directions from the treasure map. The entire process went smoothly. Despite the presence of the Dragon Guard's elite fighters, they proved no match for the ultimate grandmaster, Albert. With ease, he wiped out the remnants of the Dragon Guard and brought back all the treasures from the vault.Cinna had told the truth. The treasures inside the vault were piled up like mountains. It took the monarchy over a hundred large trucks and tens of
After lunch, Dustin received an unexpected call from Grace. She had something important to discuss, and they were to meet at the old house in the western city. Dustin had acquired this particular residence specifically for the training of undercover agents. These women, once victims of Russo's abuses, willingly joined the West Lucozia undercover agent camp.They were prepared to sacrifice their lives to make sure no one else would go through the same experiences they did. Dustin admired their sense of justice and honored their wishes. Under Rodrigo's training, these women had been inducted as official agents. However, they still required at least three years of further development before they could take on missions. Dustin fervently hoped that he would never have to deploy them as it would signify peace in the region. Undercover agents were only deployed in the face of potential threats and only had a 10% survival rate. Half an hour later, Dustin arrived at the old house in th
After Dustin returned to the castle, he avoided alerting anyone and wrote two letters instead. He left one letter in Rufus' study and the other in Austin's bedroom. Dustin considered it his unspoken farewell. He wasn't great at expressing sentimentalities, and at times, leaving in silence was the better choice.As dusk settled, Dustin headed straight for the southwestern desert, riding in Grace's car. The largest desert was known as the Deadlands. It had earned its name due to its harsh and dangerous environment. Survival seemed nearly impossible for those who mistakenly ventured within. In spite of its dangers, the Deadlands were home to a wealth of hidden treasures, including gold mines. Hence, there were frequent expeditions from teams that risked their lives to tempt fate. If lucky, one might stumble upon valuable treasures and become wealthy overnight. However, if luck was not on their side, the consequences could be fatal.It wasn't a stretch to claim that more than a h
Their vehicle cruised steadily, maintaining a consistent speed. Eventually, by noon the next day, they reached the outskirts of the Deadlands.There was a large village with around five to six hundred households on the outskirts. The village boasted amenities like an inn, a gas station, a supermarket, and the like. Though not sprawling, it had the essentials.It also served as a supply station for the exploration teams and a lifeline in critical moments. Whether it was entering or exiting the desert, people would stop there to rest and gather information.It was worth mentioning that, given the challenges in transporting goods, the prices within the village were several times higher than in the city. Upon entering the village, Grace's convoy finally came to a halt in front of a rural inn named House of Hope. The inn had once been a primary school, with enough rooms to accommodate over a hundred people."Ms. Linsor, we've arrived." After the convoy stopped, a man appearing to be a
Dustin was taken aback and slightly puzzled at Garrett's sudden hostility. Considering that it was their first meeting, Dustin couldn't fathom the reason for his animosity. Why did the guy before him have such a lofty attitude?"Captain Wilder, have we met before?" Dustin slowly lowered his hand that had been left hanging. "No," Garrett said with an icy expression."Since we've never met, what makes you say that?" Dustin countered. "I'm just concerned about Ms. Linsor."Garrett asserted with a self-righteous tone, "The Deadlands is extremely dangerous, and those who enter face almost certain death. "Without considerable strength, professional knowledge, and extensive experience, ordinary people wouldn't last a day inside. "Ms. Linsor has paid a considerable sum to bring me here, and it's my responsibility to ensure her safety. "Judging by your physique and behavior, it's evident that you're not a professional bodyguard. So, I have serious doubts about your abilities."I