Chapter 399 (1/2)

Chapter 399: Contact

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In the basement of the palace, King’s City, Kingdom of Graycastle.

Timothy sat on the throne with his cheek resting on his right hand. He watched impatiently as the candidates performed their assassination stunts.

“How many fools have I watched since winter begin?

I must have been too lenient recently, to have allowed these clowns to perform.”

He sneezed and felt the dryness in his eyes.

Ever since the Hall of Sky Dome was destroyed by snow powder, Timothy had moved the venue of the Council Meeting to the basement of the palace. After some renovation, including opening up several storage chambers, the total space was large enough to accommodate all of the Council’s ministers and nobles. Most importantly, this place was absolutely safe. There was only one entrance, and the magnificent palace was directly above. No amount of snow powder could disrupt matters in here. The only disadvantage was the lack of sunlight, and thus light had to be supplied using turpentine torches. The torches, which were placed on the surrounding walls, caused the air in the room to become abnormally dry and stuffy. Furthermore, the turpentine gave off a sweet yet foul smell which made Timothy feel drowsy.

Whenever he thought about his Fourth Brother, Timothy would become furious and spiteful. Had it not been for the eyewitnesses who noticed that the attacks came from the sky, Timothy would probably still be building guard towers recklessly. After he realized that this method was completely ineffective, all he could do was to hold his meetings in this place for the time being.

“Roland Wimbledon will surely pay for this!”

“Your Highness.” The voice of a candidate disrupted his thoughts. “Have a look. If that traitor Roland ever dares to appear in front of me, I’ll accomplish the mission that you’ve entrusted to me!”

Timothy took a swift glance at the candidate. In a split second, the candidate landed four flying knives accurately on a barrel that was twenty steps away.

“Is this the stunt that you mentioned?”

“Indeed, Your Highness,” he replied assuredly. “Frankly speaking, I was in this line of business previously. I’ve killed dozens of Rats using this method. If I hide in a crowd, most of my targets won’t even know where the knives are flying out from.”

“How much do you want?” Timothy shifted his stiff body a little.

“Just 25 gold royals,” the candidate counted his fingers and said, “five of which will be used to cover the cost of my journey and my disguise—I’ll dress in a common and unattractive fashion in order to get closer to the traitor.”

“Knight Weimar.” The King beckoned.

“Yes, Your Highness.” Steelheart Knight walked into the hall, brandishing his saber and shield.

“Your Highness, what do you mean by this?” The candidate was startled.

“If you defeat my knight, I’ll give you your reward straight away.” Timothy winked at Knight Weimar.

The latter nodded his head. Then, he took off his head armor and walked towards the candidate.