Chapter 841: Chapter 841 Shard’s Secret Mission
The three mbers of the Royal Lineage conversing quickly noticed Shard. The two Princes of Draleon, Marius Cavendish and Derek Cavendish, showed surprised expressions and then spoke one after the other:
“Look, it’s Rejed’s Hamilton.”
“Good morning, Knight. Waiting for Father’s summons?”
They all recognized Shard from his face alone and warmly shook hands with him. Lecia also greeted Shard but rely acknowledged him as “Hamilton Knight” without shaking his hand, maintaining a quite reserved lady-like deanor.
“Good morning, Your Highness.”
Shard also removed his hat to salute the heirs of the Kingdom.
“Who is Father talking to now?”
The twenty-eight-year-old Marius Cavendish asked the Eunuch Servant, who replied respectfully:
“The Marquis Connell is inside.”
Marquis Connell currently oversees the Kingdom’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs; Shard had seen him in the newspapers.
“I guess it’s about the upcoming visit of Princess Margaret Anjou.”
Derek Cavendish, who was even shorter than Lecia, said:
“I received news that she originally planned to visit by train, but Carsonrick has changed its mind.”
“Will they co by ship, landing at Coldwater Port or another port?”
Lecia asked, rembering she too left Carsonrick by ship during the sumr.
“I hear they’ve paid a high price to borrow a Steam Hover Zeppelin from the Church of Creation.”
Derek Cavendish, wearing glasses, told his sister:
“Such diplomatic visits also involve an elent of competition; they probably want to outshine you.”
Lecia’s expression remained unchanged:
“Considering political factors, it seems she is carrying a political mission, wanting to exert pressure in advance. Those Southerners are really childish.”
“Hamilton Knight, what did Father call you here for?”
The eldest, Marius Cavendish, asked Shard, and the others looked at him curiously. Shard shrugged:
“Sorry, I don’t know either.”
He looked at the Eunuch Servant in a red coat, who shook his head slightly.
“Knight, I read the latest issue of the ‘Hamilton Detective Stories.’ In a city filled with steam and smog, weaving through the streets and alleys, fighting evil and upholding justice—the detective’s life is truly rich and interesting.”
Marius Cavendish continued, patting Shard’s arm:
“If you have ti, co join the literary salon I host and share so of your stories with my friends. We are all very curious about you.”
If Angelina’s salon invitation was simply the Little Princess wanting to show off her connections to her friends, this Prince’s invitation surely carried political implications. The Outlander was no fool, so he smiled and nodded:
“If I have ti, I will surely attend.”
“She” laughed by Shard’s ear.
“Knight, our sister Mona is getting married next week. Did Aunt Galina give you an invitation?”
Derek Cavendish enthusiastically asked:
“If not, I can get you one. It will be very lively.”
“The Duke has already invited .”
Shard responded again. In fact, Miss Galina hadn’t ntioned it yet; Lecia had.
“Then see you at the wedding. Aunt trusts you a lot; I think we can beco friends too.”
The two Princes chatted a bit more with Shard. During this ti, Lecia didn’t initiate any conversation with Shard. Prince Marius Cavendish smiled and explained:
“Lecia is normally reserved and indifferent to strangers; please don’t mind.”
“Of course not.”
Shard said, trying hard not to look at Lecia. Prince Derek then joked:
“In this aspect, she is quite like Aunt Galina.”
Even without looking at Lecia, Shard knew Her Highness the Princess was surely upset.
Seeing that the eting between the King and the Marquis was taking too long, the Princes, along with their attendants, bid farewell and left. Lecia, before turning to leave, gave Shard a helpless smile, then followed them down the red carpeted corridor.
Shard watched Lecia’s back, wondering what kind of image he had among the nobles of Tobesk due to the rumors about being the Duchess’ Lover. He then thought about how Miss Galina hadn’t been rumored to be intimate with any man since she ca of age, and since she got involved with him from the sumr, she hadn’t entertained any other n.
“They don’t really consider
as Miss Galina’s marriage candidate, do they?”
Shard thought hesitantly, looking once more at the eunuch servant, who gave him a humble smile:
“Knight, His Majesty may still need to talk with the Marquis for a while, so I think we need to continue waiting.”
The Outlander nodded, recalling how, in the past six months, he had sohow miraculously gotten himself entangled in the political center of the Kingdom step by step.
After waiting another full hour, the doors of the King’s study finally opened. The white-haired old gentleman who erged was none other than Marquis Connal.
He held a docunt bag in his hand and, upon seeing Shard at the door, he actually recognized him. While the eunuch servant entered the study to ask if Shard could enter, Marquis Connal politely exchanged a few remarks about the recent weather with Shard, then aningfully patted his shoulder. Upon discovering Shard’s firm muscles and steady stance, he praised:
“Young people these days are no worse than we were in our youth.”
“How co everyone knows ? As far as I rember, no photos of
have been leaked.”
Shard soon received permission to enter the study. After adjusting his collar, he stepped inside.
This was still the sa room where he had been summoned after blocking a bullet for Queen Diana on the street last sumr. The study was extrely large, with the desk positioned in the center, and the King standing with his back to the colorful floor-to-ceiling window. The room felt empty yet overwhelmingly oppressive.
Even though his last visit to Larus III hadn’t provoked any special reaction in the Outlander, this ti he sohow felt that he couldn’t lift his head. This wasn’t due to being intimidated by worldly power after coming to this world; it was likely because he had had an intimate relationship with the King’s daughter.
“It’s been a long ti, Rejed’s Hamilton. Have you been waiting outside for long?”
“It’s been a long ti, Your Majesty. No, just a little while.”
Regardless of whether it was because of Lecia or because the King sent him money every month, Shard behaved very respectfully:
“I wish you good health.”
“Let’s get down to business.”
The King, who was shorter than Shard, wearing the crown, had the eunuch servant move a stack of docunts to a bookshelf against the wall. He capped his gold fountain pen and finally looked up at Shard.
One had to admit, this series of actions made him look both authoritative and majestic:
“Sir Anlos recomnded you to , believing that you are an extrely outstanding agent of MI6. Now, there’s a very tricky task that I need to entrust to you. This mission can be failed, but it must not be leaked.”
“Please trust in my loyalty.”
Shard said, and sohow the slogan of the Grey Gloves Organization, “Eternal Loyalty,” popped into his mind.
“Yes, Rejed’s Hamilton, your loyalty is indeed unquestionable, and Duke Saradiel can vouch for you.”
The King nodded slightly and took the docunt handed back by the eunuch servant returning from the bookshelf, placing it casually to the side. In fact, aside from Shard, the King, and the red-robed servant, there were also two armored guards inside the door, but they were as motionless as statues.
“The intelligence you obtained about Midshire Fort during the Big City Player period was very accurate. MI6 almost caught a big fish… almost.”
Larus III seed to recall so unpleasant mories, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.
Shard knew that the King was very dissatisfied with MI6’s actions in Milestone. It seed MI6 later figured out who exactly appeared at the Milestone Train Station that day.
Ironically, the person who diverted MI6 agents at the Milestone Train Station that day, allowing the Foreign Princess to leave in ti, was actually him. Probably because Shard had obtained that valuable intelligence proving his worth, this mission was given to him.
“I wonder if the Grey Gloves will let the ‘grey-headed eagle’ do sothing during the Princess’s visit.”
Shard thought silently, and almost the next mont, Larus III behind the desk indeed ntioned the ‘grey-headed eagle’:
“The latest intelligence, only known to Anlos and , is that Princess Margaret Anjou may contact those grey-headed eagles during her stay in Tobesk.”
Shard was startled, thinking amidst “her” laughter:
“How do I not know this?”
“…You need to make contact with Margaret Anjou in social settings and find out whom she contacts during her visit to Tobesk.”
Of course, this task wasn’t solely for Shard; his colleagues would undoubtedly work hard as well. But only soone like Shard, who appeared unrelated to MI6 and could attend social events, and seemingly had a way with ladies, was suitable for conducting this operation openly.
If MI6 agents secretly approached the Princess of Carsonrick, it could lead to an international scandal if discovered. Therefore, the mission was personally entrusted to Shard by the King. Probably, except for the King and Director Anlos, not many people knew about Shard’s task.
“I understand.”
Shard nodded.
Larus III reiterated:
“We must be thorough; the grey gloves of Carsonrick will also act during this period. For specific arrangents and any assistance you need, speak with Sir Anlos. Duke Galina speaks very highly of you; I hope you won’t disappoint us.”
“Yes.”
Shard nodded again, contemplating whether it was feasible to arrest himself.
Thus, Shard’s second private eting with Larus III ended simply. He accepted the verbal encouragent, a significant task, and the promise that if he perford well, he could be promoted after this matter concluded.
With the “Princess Margaret Anjou’s visit to Tobesk City” as the center, a series of sches and conspiracies were poised to unfold. And the Outlander, living in Saint Delan Square with a direct view of Yordle Palace, was drawn into the political currents due to the lucrative salary.
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