The Lycan King' Chapter 192: Malrick Is Dead

Chapter 192: Malrick Is Dead

Looked like him?

"You must be mistaken, Olenna. No one can possibly look like ."

She shook her head and pressed a hand to her heaving bosom to anchor herself.

"I couldn’t believe my eyes myself. But my sight is still as sharp as it was when I was but twenty years and I know what I saw."

Yeren looked at Maurius, then at Benet before folding his arms across his chest.

"Describe him."

Her eyes went blank as if she were reliving the horror of Arian’s death.

"When he turned to look at , I was going to scream, ’Your Grace!’, but on closer inspection I discovered that he grew a beard and had much shorter hair...and he wore very rough clothes. But..." She t his gaze. "He had your eyes, your face, your height, the sa impish grin, the sa smile even though he had a beard... I didn’t know what to make of it - I was scared out of my wits. But he did look more muscular than you do, Your Grace."

He remained speechless.

What did she want him to say?

As if everything that was happening was not enough, he had a lookalike? An impersonator?

That was the last straw.

"I will inform my n to keep a look out for such a man."

Then he nodded at her and headed back to his room to pack.

What he needed was strong wine. Plenty of strong wine, otherwise he would begin to lose his mind.

How clever were his enemies getting? Were they planning on killing him and replacing him now with a lookalike? Is that what the whole charade was leading to?

When he got to his room, he closed the door behind him and went to sit at the edge of the bed.

Up until that mont, he had been avoiding coming close to the bed, but he couldn’t avoid it forever.

He needed to start scheming as well... but nobody but his guards could be trusted.

Everyone else but Andon could easily betray him if a sword was pointed at their heads.

After downing a whole jug of wine, he changed into a more formal attire and went down to the carriage.

His n were already mounted in formation and awaiting him.

As soon as he slipped into the carriage, they were on their way.

Yeren was on pins and needles throughout the journey, half expecting a band of Rogues to storm on them and attack him like they had done the first ti.

The mory of the attack played out very clearly in his mind. He could still rember what the Rogue that had attacked him looked like.

He had been a large Lycan with bright yellow eyes and teeth that could strike fear into anyone.

Yet its intention was not to kill... if it had been, the beast would have attacked with everything that it had.

So the plan must have just been to poison him. But what for?

Then he rembered Jarren’s onslaught afterwards.

Were they connected? Did Jarren send the Rogues after him?

But if that were the case, why were they still attacking Glenwood if Jarren was dead?

It just didn’t make any sense. Sothing was incredibly odd sowhere.

The carriage arrived at the castle by dawn the next day. He had instructed his n not to stop for any reasons until they reached their destination.

And they had done just that.

When he slid down from the carriage, his attendings were waiting at the main entrance for him.

"Your Grace, you have soone to see you."

"Who?" He asked without glancing at the person that had spoken.

"The oldest son of Lord Malrick."

He blinked then. What did Malrick’s son want with him? To put an end to his father’s suspiciously long life?

After all, all of Malrick’s son were beyond fifty years and the man had lived to see his great grandchildren.

"Where is he?"

"In the grand receiving room, Your Grace. Should I inform him to wait or would you see him right away?"

There was no point in delaying it, he thought.

"I will see him. Lead the way."

When he stepped into the room, the man rose from his seat so abruptly that he nearly fell forward.

"Your Grace. Thank you for seeing ."

Yeren nodded at him and took the chair across from him. The man only sat down when Yeren had taken his seat comfortably.

"Wine?" He asked, though he needed it more than his guest did.

The man surprised him by nodding.

One of the hovering attendants rushed to pour wine for both of them.

Yeren looked up at the portrait of his father, and the one of his mother beside that of his father’s.

They both seed to be looking directly at him, as if they were waiting to see how well he would handle the situation.

Or if he would end up dead out of the blue like his father had.

But his father hadn’t feared death... because he wanted to reunite with his wife.

Yeren did however. There so many things he had to handle first... and he didn’t have an heir old enough to pick up the reins if that were to even happen.

The attendants brought a tray before him, startling him out of his reverie.

"Your Grace?" He picked one of the goblets and the man moved to hand the other goblet to Malrick’s son.

Yeren took as sip of the much-needed drink and glanced out at the opened window with the beautifully stained glass.

It was a beautiful day, just like the day before and the one before that... but he barely noticed it.

It might have as well been a gray sky with overcast clouds and he would treat it the sa way.

"The other night, my father claid he was attacked and sent out all the n we had to search for the intruder." The man took a sip of the drink before continuing with his tale.

"Then he ca to

and gave

this." He produced a sealed scroll from under the flap of his leather brocade. "He told

to give this to you in person if anything bad happened to him."

Yeren’s hand around his goblet tightened. He knew he wouldn’t like what was coming next.

"I found my father dead in his bed this morning." Tears clouded the man’s vision but he refused to shed them. "He didn’t look like he was at peace... he had been strangled from the signs we saw. So I decided to waste no ti and give this to you."

Yeren nodded, trying to surpress the pain and guilt that he felt.

Malrick had confided in him about the attack and he had done nothing to help him.

Now he was dead.

He quickly broke the seal and opened the scroll.

Inside it was a copy of an old inventory.

And when he looked at the date, it shared the sa date as the missing inventory Arian had said was stolen.

The amount of coin stated there was glaring.

So that was why they killed him... to get rid of another loose end.

But if Malrick had kept silent all these years, why kill him now?

"We would be holding the funeral on the morrow. He always said we shouldn’t keep him more than a day after he passes. Please be in attendance, Your Grace."

He nodded.

"Do keep the cause of his death a private matter between you and your brothers. And..." He looked the man in the eyes. "Extend an invitation to all the council mbers, and Lady Stenly."