Chapter 60

The dim street lamp suddenly flickered, as if the stars were blinking.

"My mother was a lowly maid. When my father discovered that she was unexpectedly pregnant with me, he secretly arranged for her to be sent away, because his family would never allow such a scandal to occur."

Tilrandt spoke calmly, his face showing no emotion.

"Mother raised me on her own, and every time Father came to visit us, he was like a cautious thief. I once hated him because of Mother. Later, I began to admire Father, not only because of the genuine fatherly love he expressed, but also because he showed me a different world."

"Father loved telling stories, and he was very eloquent. From indifference to acceptance, and then to entanglement, I gradually grew to like this father. As I matured, I began to understand that everyone's life has its own helplessness, and Father was just an ordinary person in the vast sea of humanity."

"Father was a politician, and he steadily advanced in his political career. Perhaps because I was his child, Father often confided his troubles to me when he told stories."

"From his towering figure, I saw a shining light, because I saw not just a father..."

"So, he made you who you are now. Are you seeking revenge, or something else?" Saphirian suddenly interrupted with a laugh.

"To inherit his will, to inherit his will to reform this country!"

He drew his sword, his voice cold.

"Hey, don't point that sword around—" Saphirian controlled his slightly startled horse, waving the whip in his hand.

"Finally, there's one thing I want to know."

"What is it?"

"Is the King's response completely without any room for negotiation?"

Saphirian sighed lightly, pointing the whip at the guards behind him: "This formation should have already given you the answer. Why do you need me to say it?"

"I just want to confirm whether this kingdom still has a chance of being saved." Tilrandt said.

"Release the nobles, that is the King's final ultimatum." Saphirian said seriously.

"Ha ha—"

Tilrandt suddenly burst into laughter, because the final hope had cruelly shattered.

"Surrender."

Saphirian sighed, shaking his head as he looked at the man who had fallen into madness: "I don't want my hands to be stained with your blood."

"Are you pitying us?" Tilrandt stopped laughing, looking at him coldly.

"No, I just don't want you to die needlessly." Saphirian said softly.

"I didn't think you were such a person." Tilrandt said.

"Do you think I'm a rigid and heartless person? Ha ha, if my superior were here, he wouldn't waste words with you. Perhaps after one charge, the matter would be settled." Saphirian laughed.

"Then where is your superior?" Tilrandt asked, his heart tightening.

"Ah, I didn't expect my position to be underestimated." Saphirian found it amusing: "But you're not wrong, my superior is indeed here."

"Where is he?" Tilrandt asked, following his gaze to the dark distance.

"Perhaps by now, they have already rescued the nobles you separated and detained." Saphirian said, his smile widening as he looked into the darkness.

"What?"

Tilrandt followed his gaze to the direction where Angelo had retreated, his hand on the sword hilt sweating slightly.

"Don't underestimate our intelligence capabilities." Saphirian turned his head, waving the whip in front of him: "If you're hoping that the people protecting you will be of any use, forget it. My superior is a very strong man."

"You've lost."

...

"I remember that over a decade ago, the academy sealed off a back entrance. Do you plan to escape through there?"

Since Angelo led the members to detain the nobles and retreat, Ambowit had been by his side.

He spoke little throughout, and when he did, it was often confusing.

Now, he finally said something that Angelo understood clearly.

"Yes, Dean." Angelo nodded: "We cleared that back entrance two years ago."

"Did you consider this escape route two years ago?" Ambowit smiled, the wrinkles on his face deepening.

"No, at that time, our goal was just to make it easier for members outside the academy to enter and exit. When we decided on today's actions, this route just happened to be useful." Angelo said honestly.

"Has the boy made his decision?" Ambowit suddenly changed the topic.

"Has he?"

Angelo turned his head to the dark distance, sighing with a helpless expression: "Perhaps when his father died, he made this decision."

"Yamalenda? I didn't expect the child I entrusted to you to have changed so much." Ambowit shook his head: "His father only wanted him to live a healthy and safe life. At that time, he already understood that the foundation of the kingdom, which had lasted for hundreds of years, could not be destroyed by a few people. But he never had the chance to tell him that."

"Dean, did you know that Uncle Yamalenda would die back then?" The topic made Angelo's emotions stir.

If the Dean had known Uncle Yamalenda's fate, why didn't he warn him?

"I knew. I even told him that if he wanted to live, he should leave the kingdom as soon as possible."

The night breeze was cool, and Ambowit coughed lightly: "But he didn't. Perhaps he also understood that from the moment they decided to reform, they were already standing against the kingdom's nobility. His family stripped him of his surname and expelled him to avoid disaster."

"From beginning to end, he never regretted it. After the reform failed, he didn't choose to leave. He wanted to witness the kingdom's future with his life. Perhaps he didn't expect that a few years later, his child would follow the same path. Truly, father and son, what a pity—"

Seeing Angelo's silence, Ambowit sighed inwardly.

Perhaps this was their only fate in life.

He couldn't change these young people's minds, their stubbornness, their obstinacy.

He knew their final means would be to kill the detained nobles, but he didn't mention it.

He was like an observer, watching everything unfold.

As they passed a road surrounded by trees, the light became dim and blurry. The black-robed members and the Blood Flag Society members were mixed in with the detained nobles, cautiously watching their surroundings and the "prisoners."

They were exhausted, having had little food and water all day. Such a critical matter allowed no room for carelessness.

Now, they had failed.

And this was not just a relief; the unknown and distant future had just begun.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"

Suddenly, a series of sharp, rapid sounds echoed through the street.

Countless tiny black shadows flashed past, embedding themselves deeply into the obstacles ahead, tearing through them.

The agonized screams woke everyone up.

"Enemy attack—"

Someone shouted, and the group immediately fell into chaos.

In the dim light, they saw the detained nobles lying on the ground, their bodies riddled with crossbow bolts!

"Kill—"

From the tree shadows, a deep, resonant voice rang out. The branches rustled, and dark figures moved.

"I've been waiting for you."

Beyem, hidden among the group, smiled wickedly.

"Execute the plan!"

Following his order, countless figures in academy uniforms emerged from the chaotic crowd, drawing their swords to meet the approaching dark figures.

At Waldorf's instruction, he had most of his subordinates change into academy uniforms to blend in, leaving only a few black-robed figures to confuse the enemy's judgment.

"Mr. Angelo, please take your people and retreat immediately. We will take over here."

In the dark shadows, the clash of blades and the glint of steel.

Although Beyem's precautions were known, the real attack still caught them off guard. Angelo regained his composure, and upon hearing Beyem's words, he quickly organized the society members to begin their retreat.

The detained nobles, seeing the King's rescue, became excited and began to resist the society members fiercely. Many nobles even fought with the society members.

"Lord Angelo, the nobles are slipping out of our control. We need to act now or it will be too late."

Sav, one of the chosen to retreat, saw the weakening control over the nobles and hurried to Angelo's side, pleading for a decisive order!

His sword was already eager.

Angelo watched the chaos, his expression uncertain. Ambowit, standing beside him, seemed uninvolved, watching the scene with interest.

He slowly took a step forward, and the society members waiting for his response moved aside. The long sword at his waist began to glint coldly as he drew it, his grip tight, very tight, hiding his fear.

The fear of killing.

He approached the circle where the nobles were being restrained, looking at the two people struggling on the ground nearby.

The dominant figure was a tall, muscular middle-aged noble, who had completely overpowered the other, punching the society member's face viciously.

At that moment, he felt a moment of silence and looked up to see the surrounding people staring at him in terror.

More accurately, they were staring at his back.

He turned around and saw a flash of cold light—

"Swish—"

"Thud—"

The sound of the sword slicing through the neck, the sound of the head hitting the ground.

Blood spurted out uncontrollably, drenching the poor society member below, whose eyes were wide open, completely stunned.

"Our swords will show no mercy. I don't want this place to become your grave."

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I watched the Evergrande game last night.

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