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King Ambrose was sitting inside his palace. He had a grim look on his face, and he wasn’t saying anything. Prince Derek, too, was very quiet when he was standing next to him. In front of them were ten officials that served the Kingdom of St. Ellis.
A knight rushed in the report, “Report! All mbers of the third Griffin knight squad were found dead! Their corpses have been recovered. All four of our head knight commanders were dead!”
A yell ca out of King Ambrose. Nobody dared to respond to him. They just waited for him as he tried to calm himself to speak.
“Has our great empire been senile for too long? This is an orc invasion of an enormous scale! Yet, not only have we failed to notice them when they intrude into our territory, they’ve even managed to kill our griffin knights.”
The officials were afraid to reply, but they shared the sa sentint as King Ambrose. This was humiliation. The humans had just won against the Orc Empire, but as it turned out, the orcs still had enough force to disrupt the harmony of the Kingdom of St. Ellis. They’ve managed to attack the king’s favorite, annihilate an entire squad of elite knights, and worst of all, they’ve managed to turn the Kingdom of St. Ellis into the laughing stock of the human world.
“Revenge is what we’ll get,” Prince Derek bowed and spoke.
King Ambrose turned to his officials, “I want a plan from all of you. Discuss amongst yourself all that you can think of. I want sothing practical, sothing that’ll make the Orc Empire regret doing what they’ve done.”
At this ti, a white light flashed out in the middle of the palace hallroom. As soon as this light appeared, an extrely powerful aura was locked onto it.
It was the interdiate wizard. He was holding Prince Horace in his arms. After using his “instantaneous movent” spell and the teleportation circle, Prince Horace’s injury beca worse than before. The poor boy was barely breathing.
“Horace!” Prince Derek almost cried out. He saw the dagger that was on Prince Horace’s chest. He understood what happened right away. As weak as his little brother was, he tried to preserve his honor during what could’ve been his very last mont.
King Ambrose saw the dagger, too. After nodding slightly in approval, he turned towards his back and bowed the figure behind him.
“O, our great ancestor! Please save this poor child.”
“I’ll have a look,” an old, hoarse voice ca over. Then, as another white light flashed across the room, an advanced wizard appeared right next to Prince Horace. His na was Bernard. He’s been a royal wizard for many years. After serving many generations of emperors and kings, he now spent most of his ti training inside a locked magic tower.
“Master!” the interdiate priest bowed to the advanced priest.
“You did good!” Wizard Bernard smiled in approval. After that, he quickly scanned Prince Horace with his power of the Will.
Wizard Bernard turned towards King Ambrose, “Without an extrely effective healing potion, this child will be a lost cause. Given the state that he is in, if I try to do anything with my healing spells, it will only cause him more pain.”
Wizard Bernard had seen death far too many tis in his life. The death of a prince was not going to have too much effect on his emotional state. As sad as that sounded, it actually made King Ambrose a lot calr.
King Ambrose asked Prince Derek, “Any information on top-level healing potion?”
Prince Derek nodded imdiately, “Yes, your Majesty. Grandmaster Abel should have sothing like that.”
Prince Derek was in charge of the intelligence agency of the Kingdom of St. Ellis. He’s read all the reports that were done on Abel. Also, as soone who’s seen Abel in person, he was very well aware of what the legendary man could do.
From one account collected, Abel was reported to use a healing potion that saved many knights on the orc battlefield. So of the injuries were supposed to be fatal, but all the injured ones were recovered in a short period of ti. He didn’t see this happen in person, but just reading about it left a very deep mark on his mory.
King Ambrose bowed towards Wizard Bernard, “Please, o our great ancestor, help preserve this child’s life for as long as you can. I’ll contact soone to get the healing potion right away.”
Under normal circumstances, King Ambrose would’ve never asked for help from his old ancestors. Such help always ca at an extrely high cost. Also, as the entire emperor’s founding pillar, it’d be an extrely worriso thing to ask for anything from them.
Wizard Bernard nodded as he accepted King Ambrose’s request. A cold essence erged in his hand as he tapped at where Prince Horace was hurt. After that, he took out a potion and poured it into his mouth.
Wizard Bernard said before vanishing, “Six hours. That’s all the ti you have. The child will be beyond rescue after six hours.”
King Ambrose turned to the others, “Call Grandmaster Abel! Now!”
“Yes, your Majesty!” one of the officials replied. He then reached for where the contact circles were. A minute later, he ca back with a worried look on his face.
“Your Majesty, I received a notification from the officials of the duchy of Carl. They told that it’d been a month since Grandmaster Abel appeared at Bakong CIty. Even they can’t manage to contact him.”
“Derek,” King Ambrose persisted, “Use your hidden channels. Once Grandmaster Abel is found, tell him everything and have him co here right away.”
Six hours were supposed to be long, but for a wizard in training, it’s like the blink of an eye. If King Ambrose wanted to contact Abel, he had to try all sorts of thods at his disposal.
“Yes, your Majesty,” Prince Derek tried to reply as positively as he could. Usually, it’d be a very unsightly thing to let the secret channels do the investigation work, but this was a ti of ergency.
King Ambrose said with sincerity, “Know one thing, Derek. Horace is willing to preserve our nation’s honor with his life. For that alone, he should receive all that we can provide.”
Inside Bakong City of the duchy of Carl, a servant was supposed to be resting inside his room. However, he used his spare ti to walk inside the palace. He had sothing to report. It was sothing very serious, and he wanted to report to Burbridge first.
The servant spoke solemnly to Burbridge, “Butler Burbridge, My na is Banks, and I belong to the tenth intelligence squad of the Kingdom of St. Ellis. There is sothing I would like to report to King Abel directly.”
“Wait here.”
Burbridge was bewildered by this sudden visit. As far as he knew, he was the only one that could contact Abel in the duchy of Carl. If this servant was reaching him at such quick notice, he must’ve already noticed the relationship between him and Abel. And for him to do sothing so risky as to show up in person, there must be sothing that required imdiate attention.
Burbridge took out his identity card after drawing so distance from Banks, “This is Burbridge. I wish to have a dialogue with the King. Please connect the call.”
A chanical voice ca over, “The call is on wait. Please wait as the call is being connected.”
The guardian spirit was using the teleportation circle to reach the teleportation circle at Harry Castle. After doing that, the teleportation circle was connected to the tower spirit Flora. Once it got to Flora, it sent the request to Abel, who was busy reading his book.
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