Chapter 631: Chapter 149: The Bitter Fruits of Failure
Within the Constant Gold Club, the previously complacent core mbers who had casually agreed on sanctions against Anwiski had once again gathered together.
However, unlike the ease of their past eting, the faces of the Eighth Prince and the descendants of several Marquises were darkened, and the other mbers with even lesser strength hardly dared to breathe too loudly.
No one took the initiative to speak; the air, filled with the scent of benzoin, seed to freeze over for a mont, making breathing sowhat difficult.
When facing Anvis previously, most of them held a veiled arrogance, feeling that Anvis, who was born into the Olivendi Family yet chose to neglect his duties to study Mysticism as a scholar, was simply wasting his talents and resources.
But now, the hard truth had told them that they were indeed the laughable clowns.
Overnight, almost every force that had taken action against Anvis plunged into great trouble, without exception.
For days, they had been nervously scrambling, utilizing all sorts of ans to resolve the troubles their forces encountered, preventing the situation from truly deteriorating into complete collapse.
This also caused everyone present to be in a constantly exhausted state over the past period and even unable to find peace for cultivation.
Only now had they barely managed to preserve so of their subordinates’ forces from total defeat, but the plan to sanction Anvis had long been thrown to the back of their minds.
This ti, in the covert struggle, the Constant Gold Club’s side could be described as utterly defeated.
The private forces of the mbers had also suffered significant losses, and the main part of these was the collapse of the foreign intelligence organizations that they had spent considerable effort building.
This was not particularly because Anvis targeted the player organizations. Instead, during the chaos, several big guilds within the Secret Ceremony Society seized the opportunity when everyone from the Constant Gold Club was too busy to care and stealthily knocked out several player forces.
The big guilds initially didn’t quite understand the reasons behind this inexplicable war, but the players’ community was large enough that the Constant Gold Club’s sanctions against Anvis were relatively not a secret.
A group of top-tier plot-centric players quickly uncovered the ins and outs of the matter through their channels.
And then many players saw that, well, it turned out to be a clash between two high-level forces of the Empire.
As the situation for the Constant Gold Club’s side took a drastic turn for the worse following Anvis’s retaliation, the several big guilds imdiately sensed an opportunity.
The logic was simple: the previous disadvantage of the Secret Ceremony Society was entirely due to the existence of those High Rank ‘NPCs’.
But now, it seed that the Constant Gold Club’s side faced issues at an even higher level of confrontation. Thus, their opportunity had arrived.
After the plot analysis departnts of the three major clubs analyzed the situation overnight, they decided to temporarily unite and jointly target the subforces of the Constant Gold Club, seizing the opportunity to reap the greatest benefits.
At the sa ti, they also inford other big clubs and player guilds that weren’t entirely in opposition during this event.
Perhaps so mbers had once been part of the Constant Gold Club’s camp, but in the face of greater interests, switching sides was not considered shaful.
Within days, several player forces established by mbers of the Constant Gold Club were completely decimated.
When there was no visible hope of victory, a large number of independent players announced their departure from the camp, and the remaining few core mbers were powerless to turn the tide, opting to rob their own warehouses of supplies to cut losses before their base was completely overrun.
In the end, the bases and warehouses of those organizations were looted clean by squads led by the players. The high-ranked guards who were originally stationed there all fled wounded after engaging in trial skirmishes with the mbers of the Secret Ceremony Society.
The huge losses pained everyone present deeply; unlike the backing of their great families, these were all substantial private forces they had amassed.
“I must admit, we might have misjudged in the past. Anvis Olivendi is not so reality-avoiding freak at all; he has just been hiding too deeply, fooling everyone!”
After a pause, the Eighth Prince, Haken, finally spoke, dispelling the gloomy atmosphere in the room.
“We need to reorganize our plan, as well as determine our future stance towards him.”
“Gentlen, I have a different opinion. This incident indeed cannot be disconnected from Anvis, but the other party may not necessarily be the pivotal character. We should focus on the real crux of the matter.”
However, after the prince finished speaking, Laximan Beixi, the fourteenth son of Marquis Beixi, with his golden short hair and eyes black as the night, shook his head, offering everyone a different angle to consider the situation.
“According to the intelligence, Anvis has not left Pamir Academy during this ti, and the trouble we encountered was almost entirely brought by other forces with no apparent links to Anvis.”
“I randomly arranged for checks on the background of several forces, but the results show that they indeed have no connections with Anvis.
I have a guess that the real core of this incident should be so special power hidden behind Anvis. Don’t you all find the previous eerie change in situation sowhat familiar?”
“Do you an, behind Anvis Olivendi stands a high-ranked Prophet?! But how can that be possible?”
Grasping the hint from Laximan, Ivana Draka widened her eyes in disbelief, and the reaction from others was similar.
It wasn’t that they were easily astonished; rather, due to the unique nature of the Prophet profession, they were destined not to be constrained by major powers.
The strongest eighth-ranked Prophets even have the qualifications to converse on equal terms with powers of the level of the Empire’s Four Great Families.
Not to ntion Anvis is rely a descendant of the Olivendi Family; even Duke Carrot personally would not be able to casually instruct a top-ranked Prophet to act.
The current Chief Prophet of the Olivendi Family is at most a seventh-ranked, pushed to the limit.
“No, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a high-ranked Prophet; it could also be that the other party has achieved a similar effect using so special thod. For instance, certain special ancient magic artifacts that we are unaware of.”
Upon hearing Laximan’s words, the Eighth Prince also suddenly felt an epiphany.
“That odd fellow specifically chose to study the Mysterious System and being backed by the Olivendi Family, having access to so special ancient relics makes complete sense.”
“If the truth is so, then we still have hope. Such powerful effects from a mysterious object are impossible to last for a long ti; it might even be a one-ti thing!”
The Eighth Prince gritted his teeth, trying to appear confident.
“We can observe for a while. Although we failed, I believe that after this incident, the Ninth Ranked nobles of the Empire and even my father, the King, will likely take an interest in the power Anvis has hidden.
Once the Marquises have clarified the situation, it won’t be too late to make our decision.”
Reviews
All reviews (0)