Novel Catchup
Chapter 88 Departure
Two days passed by.
The day when Luis would head back to his home was also quickly nearing.
Today on the Magic Wall of this city arrived from Duke Dressrosa.
Luis reading the news was a little angry.
[Breaking the rule will definitely be punished. Five years of forced retreat from the battlefield. However, in recognition of the great victory, only a 5% tax will be imposed for the next five years.]
The greed of the War Council was evident.
The various mines and resources discovered on the battlefield would now be claimed by the "greedy group" of nobles, leaving nothing for those who had actually fought and bled for the victory.
Luis clenched his fists in anger. The injustice was palpable.
His father said to him, Even if the sky falls, he will only guard his territory for the next 5 years, and he walked out of the Central City. His tone was calm, but Luis could sense the weight of those words.
Before Felipe departed, he had a private meeting with Viscount Mufasa and Earl Isaac. No one knew the contents of their conversation, but their expression was serious when they walked out.
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Compton Chamber of Commerce
Earl Dawson was led by an old man to a secret room.
"He's in there?"
"Yes, my Lord."
Earl Dawson waved his hand, signaling the old man to leave. Old Man's wrinkled face was filled with a flattering smile that was about to overflow.
"Yes, Lord Earl. If you need anything else, please let me know."
Having said that, he quickly retreated.
Taking a deep breath, Dawson opened the door and stepped into the secret room. He closed the door behind him, finding the space eerily empty.
Not surprised, he settled into a chair and waited patiently, the seconds ticking by with an unsettling stillness.
Suddenly, a figure materialized in the shadows, as if he had been there all along. Earl Dawson's heart raced as he recognized the man in the black robe.
Seeing the figure appear, Dawson quickly stood up and bowed down with respect.
"My Lord."
Earl Dawson looked at the black-robed man who appeared like a ghost with respect.
The black-robed figure glided forward with a ghostly presence, and before Dawson could react, he felt a grip like iron around his neck.
"Huh... Huh…" Dawson gasped, panic rising as he struggled against the grip, his face paling with every passing moment.
"Remember, you are just a lowly member," the dark figure hissed, his voice low and menacing. "You have one mouth and one pair of ears. Whatever you are ordered to do, only do that. The rest has nothing to do with you! Do you understand?"
"Yeah... I understand," Dawson stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
With a sudden, violent motion, the black-robed man threw Dawson to the floor.
"Stupid fool! You tried to be clever and attacked the remnants of the Firelock family. If I hadn't suppressed this matter, the Firestorm Duke would have been informed!"
As Dawson scrambled to regain his composure, the man in black delivered a swift kick, sending shockwaves of pain through him.
"Forgive me, my Lord. I beg for your forgiveness," Dawson pleaded, desperation lacing his voice as he bowed his head, trembling in fear.
A palpable wave of murderous intent radiated from the black-robed man, his cold gaze fixing on Dawson.
The Earl trembled under the weight of that stare, not daring to move a muscle.
But the black-robed figure merely glared for a moment longer, then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he vanished into thin air, leaving Dawson trembling on the floor. The echoes of his warning ringing in his ears.
"You are just a dog. Don't try to overstep the boundary. Otherwise, your consequences will be worse than death."
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"Biggs, how many knights have successfully transitioned to cultivators now?"
Luis was seated in Biggs' office, munching on an apple while Pipi floated nearby, happily absorbing magic stones.
"Young Master, 1,637 knights have made the transition so far, and the numbers are increasing rapidly," Biggs replied, glancing up from the book he was studying.
"That's a bit low," Luis said, frowning slightly.
"Try to keep track of the data for these knights. Observe them closely and note any physical or spiritual changes that occur."
He has healing power; other knights might awaken different powers. Combining both power systems is a new path, and there may be various unique variables.
Under his command, now there is only one genuine cultivator, and that is Han Mo. However, he is just an ignorant qi refining realm cultivator who is busy most of the time concocting pills and teaching his disciples.
Yes, Luis has already taken Han Mo under his command. He is currently seriously lacking in talent in various aspects and will accept everyone who doesn't have a rebellious mentality.
Meanwhile, his cousin Sarah was being shown around and familiarized with this world by Xiao Wei. The boy was becoming bolder with each passing day.
"Once I return to the barony, our power will multiply exponentially. There will be plenty of officials, and you won't have to be cooped up in the office working all day."
Luis said this and walked out. Biggs is a veteran and should get enough rest.
Biggs heard this and smiled. Not just the barony; they have almost infiltrated this kingdom. Slowly, they will control this whole Martial Arts continent, and their power will increase more greatly.
As he walked through the hall, Luis noticed Arthur walking side by side with Li Xuan.
His expression soured instantly. It seemed his friends were finding their love lives while he remained focused on power and strategy.
Luis shook his head, pushing aside his momentary sourness. There would be time for relationships later. Right now, he had a kingdom to manage.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
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Luis passed through the vortex and rode on the flying boat.
This time he will be riding alone and flying nonstop till he reaches back to his territory. No sleep, no rest, just endless flying using his endless energy.