"Prince, there is someone outside requesting to see you."

Hercules Marsh was enjoying the lavish life inside the palace, and the messenger guard appeared once more.

He observed carefully, noting that the guard's expression was relatively calm and not particularly anxious.

Since Mr. Ghost was released from the Mountain of Leaving, every report made the Marsh Family's members uneasy.

They feared the messenger would bring bad news.

However, the first battle was a surprising success, beheading the head of Boulevard, West Tower, was beyond their expectations.

Too smooth indeed.

"Who has such poor judgment to keep disturbing us?" Hayden Marsh stood up, impatiently walked to the door, and grabbed the guard's collar: "Kid, if you don't state your business clearly today, I'll send you to hell!"

"In response to the Prince, there are people from various families outside requesting a meeting." The guard was terrified.

Serving a prince is like accompanying a tiger; their moods are unpredictable, and they regard human life as trivial.

Laughing one second, they might take a life the next.

"How irritating!" Although Hayden Marsh was a bit reluctant, he nodded: "Let them in."

In no time at all.

Led by Frederick Jackson and Micah Ridge, major clans not of the royal blood, along with over a hundred clan leaders from the Black Pine League, entered the palace.

Hercules Marsh had already stepped down from the throne and stood at the door to welcome them.

"Are all three princes here?" Frederick Jackson looked around curiously as he entered the room: "Is the King found yet?"

Earlier that morning, they heard that Declan Marsh had disappeared.

Thus, they gathered many clan leaders, ready to probe and test the situation.

Having swallowed up Cook Family's territory, Frederick Jackson and Micah Ridge's influence expanded rapidly, allowing them to potentially ally against Neolle Leocadia.

But since the attitudes of the other hundred families were still unclear, the two dared not act rashly.

"The King... we are also searching for the King, but currently, there is no news." Hercules Marsh spoke helplessly: "Please be patient, as soon as we have news, we will inform you promptly."

"That doesn't seem right, does it?" Frederick Jackson took two steps forward, looking at the room full of dancers and the wine cups on the table, sneering and questioning: "Three Princes, the King is missing, yet here you indulge in revelry? Moreover, with the King absent, whose wine cup is at the throne? This is usurpation, this is betrayal!"

After these words, the faces of the three Marsh brothers all changed.

With the King absent, it was normal for the brothers to govern in his stead.

After all, even when Declan Marsh was present, the four ruled together as per the late King's will.

Nobody could challenge that.

But now.

Hercules Marsh sitting on the throne was deceit toward the ruler!

Indefensible!

"Prince, please give us an explanation!" Micah Ridge stepped forward quickly, picked up a wine cup, and asked angrily: "This wine cup is clearly used by someone! The throne, dared to be touched by others, this is treason! Three Princes, explain yourselves!"

Since the false Frederick Jackson toppled the Cook Family, Micah Ridge was utterly convinced, willingly becoming the Jackson Family's vanguard.

And despite Frederick Jackson's initial bewilderment, after hearing the full story, he gladly acknowledged it as his doing.

Within the Black Pine League, the Jackson Family's status had nearly reached the pinnacle.

"This..." Hercules Marsh's face had turned pale with fear.

If they turned hostile now, awaited by him was unpredictable without Master's presence.

"Indeed! The King's life hangs in the balance, potentially in danger, yet here you eat and drink as royals, as if not subjects?"

"Three Princes, this is excessive!"

"A usurper must be punished severely!"

Several clan leaders voiced their questions, while the remaining families murmured in discussions.

The situation was very unfavorable for the three.

"This Prince is unharmed, merely instructed the three royal uncles to keep the secret. I have seen your loyalty. With a great battle upon us, return to your respective family alliances and prepare your forces. I hope this battle will showcase the might of our Black Pine League."

Just as Hercules Marsh was at a loss, Declan Marsh suddenly emerged, sat on the throne, raised the wine cup, and drank the contents.

"Greetings to the King!" Frederick Jackson and others were shocked and hurried to kneel, performing three bows and nine kowtows.

They hadn't expected Declan Marsh to be found?

But the informants outside said they hadn't seen his return?

In any case, with the King's appearance, the opportunity for coercion vanished.

"Greetings to the King!" Hercules Marsh also knelt down, surprised no less than Frederick Jackson.

In any case, this event had relieved his immediate crisis.

Yet he was equally curious about when Declan Marsh had returned.

"I'm a bit tired, all of you, please withdraw." Declan Marsh on the throne waved his hand, speaking somewhat wearily: "The three royal uncles stay, I have matters to discuss."

"We were concerned about the King's safety, now that the King has returned safely, we will no longer disturb!" Frederick Jackson said, leading the way out first.

The clan leaders who followed quickly trailed behind.

Leaving the palace.

Only when everyone left did Hercules Marsh finally relax his tense heart.

"Your Majesty, when did you..." But when he turned back, just about to inquire, he found the throne empty.

Hercules Marsh rushed up, seeing the cup was full!

Yet just now, the King clearly drank all the wine!

Could it be an illusion?

"Master Marsh, you owe the Ghost Martial Tribe a favor. How do you intend to repay it?" At this moment, Lillian Tompson entered, accompanied by the Priest, from outside the palace.

"Is it your illusion?" Hercules Marsh was slightly amazed.

"Could it be? Just now, there were over a hundred people, did they all fall into..." Hayden Marsh spoke, hesitant to continue.

To create an illusion for over a hundred people at once, how powerful must one be?

The three of them were all Great Grandmasters, but each could clearly see Declan Marsh drinking on the chair.

"Is it so surprising?" Lillian Tompson spoke lightly with a disdainful expression: "Our Ghost Martial Tribe's High Priest could put thousands into an illusion. A mere hundred or so people is nothing."

"It's just a little trick, hardly worth mentioning." The Priest still wore his hood, his face shrouded in mystery.

"The Saintess jests, with you here, our chances of victory increase even more." Hercules Marsh felt an immense shock within him!

This mental power user was truly terrifying!

"As I said, we want the Boulevard prisoners alive. Once we've identified them, feel free to do as you wish." Lillian Tompson spoke coldly.

"Alright, you can rest assured about that." Hayden Marsh readily agreed.

With such experts to assist, they would consent to any condition barring it wasn't overly harsh.

"Since that's the case, we shall take our leave." Lillian Tompson finished, exiting with the Priest.

Just outside the hall door, the Priest pulled out a porcelain figurine from his bosom.

He spoke in a low voice: "Saintess, just as you anticipated. There is indeed an ancient remnant in this palace."

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