Connor awoke from a heavy slumber, took a while to see his surroundings clearly.
Where is this?
Magnificent and resplendent.
Palace?
How did he fall asleep? Was he drugged?
Connor laughed angrily, he spent his days drugging others, never thought he’d be knocked out one day!
"Connor Owen, you’re awake."
A sowhat weathered voice rang out, followed by a figure appearing in Connor’s vision.
The person was pale, youthful in appearance, only the crow’s feet around his eyes betrayed his age.
Connor stared at him, stunned.
He was dressed in opulent attire, emanating an air of authority and nobility.
Most importantly, this person bore a striking resemblance to him!
"I am your father."
As if affirming Connor’s suspicion, the man casually revealed his identity, "The current King of S Kingdom, Flo Bosworth."
Connor stood up, perford a perfect noble bow—thanks to the powerful Harry Hunter, he had t many royal nobles from various countries, specifically learned the etiquette—for not shaming his Young Master.
"Your Majesty the King, you surely have mistaken . I’m of lowly status, could not possibly have any connection with you."
Connor smiled, yet the smile did not reach his eyes, placidly handled the King with courtesy and detachnt, "My Young Master is surely waiting for my return, he’d be worried if I disappeared. I’ll take my leave now."
He stepped forward to leave, but the King did not stop him.
Yet suddenly, guards surged in from all directions, surrounding him tightly.
Hel and the others were conspicuously present.
Connor’s rage could no longer be contained, erupted fiercely, clashed with the guards.
Twenty minutes later, Connor spat out blood, knelt on one knee, barely supporting himself from falling.
Every one of them was so formidable!
Tall, sturdy, quick to react!
He was no match!
Connor thought sadly, realizing how weak he was!
The guards stepped back, the King advanced, more imposing, "Connor Owen, put away your emotions! You can’t even defeat the guards, and you’re trying to escape?"
Connor slowly stood up, his face cold, "What’s with Connor Owen? I don’t go by that na. Your Majesty the King can call Emtt Price."
"Your na is Connor Owen Bosworth, with half S Kingdom Royal Family lineage, denying it won’t change a thing."
The King apparently had no fondness for this son, indifferent to his feelings, "Next ti I hear anything like ’Young Master’ from your mouth, I’ll have Hel kill him! It’s shaful that the Prince of S Kingdom acts so lowly, serves as a servant, bringing disgrace!"
Connor sneered, "Damn Prince! It’s good luck to be servant! I lived worse than a dog before, now you want to pose as so noble? I have nothing to do with you, I’ll do whatever I please, it’s none of your business!"
The King couldn’t help but frown, "What do you an by living worse than a dog? When you were sent away, you were given guards and attendants, didn’t they take care of you?"
"I don’t know, I never saw a single one!"
"Perhaps they t with unforeseen events, but that’s no reason for you to degrade yourself!"
The King quickly brushed off the past, expressionless, "Forget about the past, from today on, commit yourself to being the Prince of S Kingdom. Acting out is immature! Your brother never acted out, had he lived, it wouldn’t even be up to you to inherit the throne!"
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