The ssage relayed by Wuni had left Arthur, still in Harold Manor, with a face full of astonishnt.
Arthur had considered what might happen when the news that he was a mber of the Golden Lion Family and fit the so-called "prophecy" returned to Inner Bay.
But he had never envisaged the situation before him.
Because it completely defied common sense!
Imagine a family mber cast out into the world.
Putting it nicely, he's a family mber.
Putting it bluntly, he's a bastard.
And then, this bastard becos the "Child of Prophecy," the "Monarch" within the family.
What normally happens?
Kill the bastard!
One hundred percent that option!
It's absolutely impossible for the family to welco this bastard back for the family's benefit, overriding personal gain — people are selfish.
It's their nature.
Unchangeable.
If it did change, then it would be a miracle.
Like: love!
But such a thing couldn't possibly happen at this mont!
Not only because the patriarch of the family, the Old Lion, is not Arthur's biological father, but also because the Old Lion has three sons.
Even if the Grand Duke were selfless.
What about the Old Lion's three sons?
These "youngsters" raised in the Golden Lion Family would definitely not be so benevolent.
Would the Old Lion not have considered this?
Impossible!
Although the Old Lion was domineering, he was certainly not lacking in thoroughness.
And after deducting all the impossibilities, only one possibility remained —
Soone had issued this order on behalf of the Old Lion.
And this person must certainly be one of the Old Lion's three sons.
On this, Arthur was quite certain — it had to be one of the three!
Besides these three, no outsider could possibly have contact with such a covert spy.
Rumors had it that the Old Lion was intentionally grooming his three sons.
As for specific information?
Arthur did not know yet.
However, there was one thing Arthur did know.
That was, the situation was in his favor.
"Should I contact the editor of the 'Moon Newspaper' to obtain more information about the Golden Lion Family?"
This idea had just surfaced when Arthur suppressed it.
Information about the Golden Lion Family was crucial.
But his current persona was also important.
What was his current persona?
A young man who had discovered his identity from his mother's keepsakes, slightly curious about the Bloodline of his mother's side, but not identifying with this identity.
Such a young man, although knowing more about the family, would absolutely not go knocking on their door so boldly.
It must be awkward!
It must be the kind of situation where everyone knows I want to know, but I have to act like I couldn't care less!
The more awkward it is, the more genuine it is!
If, due to so misunderstanding, there could be a great battle with corpses strewn everywhere, that would be best.
And furthermore, it'd be perfect if, just as the misunderstandings were cleared, and everyone was imrsed in sorrow, an external enemy began their invasion, facing thousands of troops, with the bastard drawing his sword and standing at the forefront.
Only then could he be called the "New King."
What battle of the bastard?
No, no, no!
Arthur did not want his own people to die like that.
What he wanted was to ascend to the throne.
Not to be acclaid king.
A crown delivered by the lives of the people might be brilliant, but Arthur was used to standing alone.
The crown, he took it himself.
And he wore it himself.
After all, it was all the sa.
Arthur subconsciously touched the "Bloodline Seal" on his chest; the once pitiful lion tattoo imdiately beca majestic and proud.
In the silent roar, Arthur's expression did not change in the slightest, but his deanor was quietly transforming.
Clip-clop, clip-clop!
The sound of hoofbeats arose in the distance—it was Titon.
Titon had returned.
He ca swiftly on horseback, leading ten guards borrowed from South Town.
The leader from South Town was Gold.
Behind this Guard Commander and Swordsmanship Chief of the little Lisop, there trailed twenty Cavalry.
As they arrived outside the manor, everyone saw Arthur bathed in the morning sunlight.
Brilliant radiance shone upon the young man.
The sunlight, like gold, draped him in a golden cloak, and as the young man's serene gaze fell upon them, an uncontrollable urge rose from the depths of their hearts.
They wanted to fight for this young man before them.
Even if they faced a hail of bullets, they were ready to charge forward for him.
Even if they knew it was the Abyss of Death that lay ahead, they would plunge into it without hesitation.
All so that this young man could proceed undaunted.
Charge!
To clear the path for the new king.
Fight!
To slay all the enemies for the new king.
Titon and Gold dismounted directly.
"My lord,"
the Cavalry behind them shouted in unison.
Arthur, wearing a smile, looked at them, then turned his gaze toward the distance—quietly testing the "Lionheart King" effect of the "Bloodline Seal," though certainly not for these people before him.
In that dense forest, Little Lisop, Bob, and the guards oversaw the fugitives.
Those fugitives were Arthur's real targets.
As soon as Gold ca into view, Arthur was certain of Little Lisop's arrival.
If it weren't for Little Lisop's arrival, Gold, the Guard Commander of the Lisop family, would definitely not appear just because of a minor matter like 'borrowing ten people.'
And the only reason for Little Lisop to be here was one thing—
Death Soldiers!
When leaving the Caesar Manor, Little Lisop had set out alongside Bob.
Arthur also knew a thing or two about what they had planned together.
Bob thought that recruiting candidates from Rat Street and training them before turning them into Death Soldiers was a good idea, but it was too slow.
Thus, Bob believed they should take a two-pronged approach.
Beyond the necessary training, they should also find so who didn't need training.
For instance: fugitives, outlaws.
And such people were plentiful in the mines of South Town.
However, it was evident that Arthur had underestimated their numbers.
By Arthur's estimation, the selection of fugitives and outlaws should take at least 1-2 weeks, no matter how fast, yet here they were, just days later, with quite a number of people.
There were fifty n.
This number surprised Arthur.
Because the number represented the amount of Death Soldier Potions.
Though Bob was loyal to him, he hadn't actually been funded in the true sense—according to the original plan, they were to wait until the recruits from Rat Street had a basic foundation before funding the creation of Death Soldier Potions. But the appearance of these fifty n with special identities indicated Bob's accumulation.
After the 'Seven Years' War' ended, Bob had saved up fifty Death Soldier Potions.
One Death Soldier Potion cost 500 Gold Coins.
Assuming a success rate where two potions yield one successful transformation, those fifty Death Soldier Potions would amount to 50,000 Gold Coins.
Even though Bob was skilled and had so unique connections, this 50,000 Gold Coins should represent his entire fortune.
Yet now, he had put it all forward.
'Is he betting his entire fortune on ?' Arthur wondered, looking at Bob with great admiration.
Regardless of whether Bob did that out of friendship with Malz or because he had made up his mind after eting him,
the dedication was genuine.
Arthur needed to rember that.
Upon catching Arthur's gaze, Bob imdiately bowed deeply.
For so reason, he always felt that Arthur was sowhat different today.
It was as if he was seeing the Duke of the Inner Bay as he once was…
Hisss!
Reaching this conclusion, Bob was shocked and looked up at Arthur.
At that mont, Arthur, courteously receiving a bow from Little Lisop, stood before those fugitives and outlaws, and softly asked—
"Do you wish to fight for ?"
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