Chapter 805: 805 Abuse Scum, High Priest [Chapter 1]
“Boastful!” Amos City Lord was furious, “Soone, imdiately get them—”
His words suddenly stopped as if his throat had been slashed.
A countenance of unmatched beauty appeared in his sight, but what strongly impacted Amos City Lord wasn’t these extrely striking features, but the sense of oppression emanating from the person.
Amos City Lord’s pupils contracted violently, his mouth agape in disbelief: “Lan, Lan Lan Lan…”
Lancelot wouldn’t even spare him a mont for pleading. He simply pulled out his gun, pulled the trigger, blew at the muzzle, and holstered the gun.
The action was smooth and flawless, leaving no ti for anyone to react.
“Thud!”
Amos City Lord stared blankly as his bulky figure crashed heavily to the ground, silent.
Until his death, he didn’t understand how Lancelot could appear here.
“Thump,” the butler who had just stood up fell back down again, not daring even to breathe.
The legendary Executioner, why would he co to such a remote little city like Amos City?
The sky was high and the emperor was far, they were a place beyond the reach of the Flanders Royal Family.
Though Lancelot Austin held imnse power, he was entangled in duties and had more important matters waiting on him.
Why after all?
The butler couldn’t fathom it, but besides confusion, there was more fear.
He was the confidant of Amos City Lord, handling most matters, if Lancelot were to hold him accountable, then he…
The butler wanted to run away, but his body was so weak he couldn’t even stand.
“Oh, there’s a little minion left,” Lancelot glanced lightly, “Aiding the wicked, oppressing civilians, deserves death.”
Another “gunshot” rang, and everything fell silent.
After firing two shots, Lancelot took out his phone and dialed a number.
The other side picked up imdiately, sounding extrely cautious: “L-Lord Lancelot, may I ask what instructions you have? Your Majesty is currently napping and may not be able to respond to your ssage promptly.”
“No rush, just let the old geezer know I’ve slaughtered the Amos City Lord and ask him to send a wise person over to manage this city,” Lancelot said coldly, “If it’s just another power-abuser, oppressing the civilians, don’t bla for being impolite.”
“Yes… yes yes!” The other side was terrified, “I-I’ll definitely report this truthfully to Your Majesty, won’t let you down.”
In the entire Cangyuan Country, the only person who could call Beirut King “old geezer” was Lancelot.
He better report to Your Majesty quickly.
At this mont, in the Cangyuan Royal City, inside the Royal Palace.
Beirut Flan Des’s appearance is that of a middle-aged man around forty, with a dignified visage, but under the eyes were dark circles, giving off a sinister vibe.
“Your Majesty, forty years have passed, if truly there is soone who would threaten your throne, the High Priest would certainly not stand idly by,” the Queen said softly, “You needn’t worry too much, you could live for a long, long ti.”
Beirut King however didn’t relax because of this: “As long as the day the Lord Priest spoke of hasn’t arrived, my heart will never be at peace.”
“Your Majesty…” A voice rang outside the door, “Reporting a major matter, the Lord Lancelot killed Amos City Lord and asks you to send a wise person to manage Amos City.”
Beirut King’s face instantly darkened, his words squeezed out through gritted teeth: “Got it.”
“Your Majesty, the imdiate threat is not the deceased from the prophecy, but Lancelot.” The Queen’s expression was cold, “He might be thinking of usurping your throne.”
“If it weren’t for the High Priest saying, the last bloodline of the Austin Family must be protected, I’d have killed him long ago,” Beirut King took a deep breath, “Fine, as long as he remains loyal to Cangyuan Country, I’ll endure.”
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“What a nuisance.” Over here, Lancelot roughly hung up the call, “A king, doesn’t care about anything, just knows how to indulge, song and dance all night long, not decaying would be strange indeed.”
Ye Wanlan mused for a mont and asked: “Do you know of a prophecy from the High Priest forty years ago?”
“Are you talking about the old geezer’s seventh son overthrowing his reign?” Lancelot raised an eyebrow, “Of course I know, the old geezer killed many people to cover up that fact, including the forr queen.”
But in this world, there’s never a wall impenetrable to winds, if one didn’t want others to know, unless one didn’t do.
“Now, it gets closer to the day foretold by the prophecy.” Lancelot clicked his tongue, “The old geezer eats poorly, sleeps poorly, unpredictable temper, even though I dislike the priest old man, but I do hope the prophecy rings true.”
Ye Wanlan seed thoughtful: “How much longer?”
“Let calculate, now is the Cangyuan Calendar 5783, January 9th, the prophecy date is April 4th,” Lancelot counted fingers, “Less than three months, no wonder the old geezer is this anxious.”
“Three months.” Ye Wanlan narrowed her eyes, “Sufficient.”
“What?” Lancelot crossed his arms, “Are you also capable of fortune telling? I rember Shenzhou has a sect called the Great Purity Sect, right?”
“I can’t do fortune-telling.” Ye Wanlan slightly smiled, “But so things can be declared rather than prophesied.”
Lancelot was puzzled: “Why do I not understand?”
“No need to understand.” Ye Wanlan said faintly, “You will see.”
“Fine, after all, you’re smarter than , if you don’t tell , I have no way,” Lancelot shrugged, “By the way, bloodline awakening is not under my jurisdiction, although I indeed have the ability to directly grant you a spot, doing so would definitely attract the attention of the Royal Family.”
The Flanders Family had governed the Cangyuan Country for thousands of years, yet due to the longevity of the Atlantians, it has only been passed to Beirut Flan Des for five generations.
Yet the first and second kings were sages, whereas by the third generation has beco entirely decadent.
The current Beirut King is even more cruel and uncaring, allowing no one to defy or resist him.
“Were it not for the High Priest, the throne would have long changed hands.” Lancelot clenched his fist.
Ye Wanlan nodded: “What kind of person is the High Priest?”
“Him? Aiding the wicked, stubborn!” Lancelot laughed coldly, “He only knows how to issue prophecies, completely ignoring the consequences these prophecies might cause.”
Ye Wanlan nodded again.
“But this dog hasn’t erged ever since entering the Sea of Stars twenty years ago,” Lancelot said, “Hopefully by the ti he returns, the Flanders Royal Family he supports is already gone.”
With that, he snapped his fingers: “Let’s go, I’ll take you to the Royal City, I still need to go back to handle military affairs.”
The two headed towards Amos City’s Transmission Array.
Ye Wanlan contacted Yan Tingfeng.
[Ye Wanlan]: Tingting, I’ve gathered so intelligence about Supre Wisdom. It’s likely sent by the Ti Administration Bureau to Atlantis to correct so ti errors.
[Tingting]: Okay, I’m on my way to the Chongming Royal City, it’s very different from what I imagined.
[Ye Wanlan]: How different?
[Tingting]: The general populace is no different from Shenzhou’s, adults work, children go to school, life is very tranquil.
[Ye Wanlan]: Cangyuan Country is the sa, we deeply misunderstand each other.
[Tingting]: Xiao Wan, in seven days, the annual eting between Chongming Country and Cangyuan Country will start, I’ll go to Cangyuan Country then.
[Ye Wanlan]: I’ll wait for you.
“Who are you ssaging that makes you so happy?” Lancelot said sarcastically, “Do you have a closer acquaintance in Atlantis other than ?”
Ye Wanlan said nothing: “Itchy skin?”
“You haven’t even awakened your bloodline, I wouldn’t even spar with you,” Lancelot snorted, “Awakened or not, the difference is worlds apart.”
“I have one item, need your assistance in finding it.” Ye Wanlan suddenly said, “Prince Yan’s Sword.”
Three words, Lancelot’s expression changed drastically!
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