Imperial Crown.

Chapter 564 "No Purpose on This Trip"

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Inside the private room, just as everyone was arguing amongst themselves, three loud noises suddenly rang out in succession.

The private room was spacious, with large, highly translucent glass panels on both sides—one of the Wallace Hotel's most distinctive features. But now, these panes shattered, emitting a mournful cracking sound, as three figures forced their way in through the side windows, bypassing the main entrance!

The pure white snowflakes and howling wind rushed in through the breach, turning the once warm room into a freezing cold, with the temperature plummeting by half!
Upon seeing the three people who suddenly appeared, the expressions of the nobles from Xuefeng County in the private room all changed. In particular, when they saw one of them, Sereva's expression was greatly shocked! Clearly, he had not expected that the person opposite him would appear here at this moment!

"Tsk." "I think I'm a step too late." "What a pity."

One of the young men, in his early thirties, looked at the crimson blood on the ground and the gruesome sight of Lady Doreen's death, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh softly.

"You!" "What are you doing here?!"

Sereva flicked his rapier, the blood still clinging to it scattering in an arc, landing on the thin layer of snow that had just accumulated on the ground, forming a crescent shape. He shouted in a deep voice.

The young man pointed to himself with his index finger, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Me?" he asked. "Are you asking me?" "Hahahaha," the young man seemed unable to understand Sereva's question. He looked at his two companions beside him, then pointed at Sereva again, quite speechless. "This is my home." "He actually asked me why I'm here!" "Hahahaha"

Before the laughter subsided, the young man's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he shouted, "Kill them all!"

The next moment, a dense aura of battle energy suddenly emanated from the young man's body, and a flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing a large sword, which he slashed down at Sereva like lightning!

Sereva roared "Ah!" and hastily raised his soft sword to defend himself, leaning backward at the same time. However, it was too late; it was all in vain! The powerful greatsword sliced ​​through the air with deadly force, and the soft sword snapped in two with a "clang!" Sereva was blasted away by the residual force of the greatsword, flying onto the round table and knocking over all the items on it before crashing heavily to the ground with a thud.

But Sereva reacted quickly, immediately pushing himself up from the ground! He stared intently at the young man and roared, "Third Rank!!!"

The next instant, Sereva's body split in two with a loud "bang," exploding into a large cloud of blood mist. Warm blood splattered onto the faces of everyone present. The pungent, fishy smell was enough to make anyone want to vomit!

"Wow!" "He's even wearing soft armor!"

The young man raised an eyebrow in slight surprise and whistled. If it weren't for this soft armor, someone as worthless as Sereva would have been cleaved in two on the spot!

These nobles have long been weakened by wine and women. Let alone making them endure loneliness and solitude and bury themselves in cultivation every day! Even if you made these nobles not drink for a day or not have sex for a night, it would be the most desperate torture in the world for them!
The others, sensing the danger, were already making their escape. However, to the utter horror of these Snow Maple County nobles, the two accomplices the young man had brought seemed to be of a higher cultivation level and stronger than him! Even without using their battle aura, they could easily flip their skulls with just their right hands—easier than cracking a raw egg.

"Ahhh"

The piercing screams continued to ring out, and the entire private room instantly turned into a horrific scene of carnage!

Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of those outside, but unfortunately the door was locked, and no one outside could break in for the time being!

"Nephew! Nephew!" "Nephew!!" "Don't kill me! I have something to say! I have something to say!"

Just over ten minutes later, Broca, clutching his left arm that had been snapped in two, knelt on the ground and crawled forward, pleading tearfully.

"You said."

The young man brought over a stool, sat down in front of Broca, crossed his legs, and leaned back.

"Today," Broca stammered, his body trembling, "just today, just now, in the castle, I knelt before everyone and swore allegiance to Marquis Raven!" "It's true!" "I'm telling the truth!" "If there's even a single lie, you can kill me right now!" "If you don't believe me, you can go and ask Marquis Raven for confirmation!" "You can also ask them..." Broca's words trailed off as he looked around and realized that all the other nobles in the room were already dead.

Mark of Ironforge had his head shattered; Baron Kate of Moorhill had a horrifying hole the size of a watermelon in his chest; Baron Moss of Okerhill had all four limbs severed and was embedded in the wall in a bizarre W-shape. Baron Vessin of Koga had his seven orifices ruptured; Baron Zei of Minai had his head retracted into his body; and Baron Pwan of Pinkerland had his entire body separated, his upper body hanging on a doorknob as if opening a door, while his lower body flew to the ceiling.

Looking at the nauseating scenes around him, Broca, as if kneeling in a pool of blood, suddenly fell silent. He seemed to understand his fate and had completely awakened. In truth, no matter what he did today, he couldn't change his predetermined death. Especially after seeing the young man's face and recognizing his identity, he knew he couldn't survive. He knew that since the other party had gone this far with such ruthlessness, there wouldn't be any remaining threat. "Cold," "So cold..." Broca shivered uncontrollably. At this moment, he resembled a lamb caught by a tiger and brought back to its lair; where was the demeanor of a first-rank nobleman, a mere viscount? "I'm innocent!" "I didn't give them any money!" "They forced me!" "They all forced me!" "I didn't betray them!" "It's fate! It's all inescapable fate!" "..." "Hahahaha" Before long, Broca suddenly went crazy and started rambling incoherently. Clearly, his soul had been extremely frightened and suffered a heavy blow, and he was unable to face the fear brought by the truth of death.

"Ugh"

The young man sighed, stretched out his right hand, and poked Broca's head with his finger. The next instant, a dark, bloody hole appeared in Broca's forehead, as if it were made of putty.

"Rest in peace, Viscount Broca." "The Lord of Light will look after you."

The young man stood up and offered a prayer.

After surveying his surroundings and confirming that there were no more survivors, the young man jumped out through the broken glass. His two accomplices followed closely behind.

……

After the young man left, the door to the private room was finally forced open.

"vomit--"

The first person to rush in immediately felt nauseous and knelt on the ground, vomiting everywhere.

"Quickly!" "Go and report to the Earl!" "Hurry!"

This private room was filled with nobles from Xuefeng County. Their massacre in an instant is definitely a major event that will shock the entire country!
The news was quickly delivered to Eagle City.

Because there was a meeting scheduled for the afternoon, no one in the conference room dared to leave.

Raven came downstairs with a grim expression and led the group toward Wallace.

"Bring it!"

Jude, who had deliberately lagged far behind, stretched out his hand and shouted. Tang San and Holmes turned pale and remained silent. Holmes clutched the small box containing the 500 gold coins he had just received from Raven tightly.

Judea didn't hold back and snatched the gold coin box directly. After stuffing it into her ring, Judea, still not satisfied, took advantage of the fact that no one was around and slapped Tang San and Holmes across the face twice, leaving clear five-finger handprints on each cheek.

"Remember this from now on, don't fucking smug!" Judela said through gritted teeth, grabbing their ears. "You still owe me 1000 gold coins, remember?"

"I remember," "I remember."

The two, who were already quite young, were now being lectured like quails, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and hurriedly responded in low voices.

……

The prolonged heavy snowfall had blanketed the entire Nord province in a silvery white. The howling wind, like a steel blade, chilled one to the bone. This also meant that the streets were nearly deserted. This, ironically, lessened the young man's anxieties. Nevertheless, he cautiously put on his mask and tightened his overcoat.

"Another year of great calamity," the young man murmured to himself as he walked along the streets that felt both familiar and strange. The land of Nord Province seemed to be cursed from the past. It was either bandits from the Bloodstained Highlands, or the ravages of the Hand of Death… or inexplicable locust plagues, or these terrifying natural disasters… Peaceful days with favorable weather were as precious and rare as the virginity of Lady Luck.

A few hours later, the young man arrived at a somewhat dilapidated castle.

The castle should have been guarded, but the months of heavy snow had long since broken the guards' will, and they had obviously slacked off and sneaked home to their wives, children, and warm beds.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, the young man's eyes reddened slightly.

click
The rusty iron lock shattered like a toy in the young man's hands. Crack! The castle gate, which hadn't been opened for years, let out a mournful cry of time, accompanied by a grating creak, and dust fell like snowflakes.

The interior furnishings remained unchanged; nothing had changed. The young man blinked his sore eyes and sat down at the stone table. This was the first seat on the right, the one he used to sit in every day. With a thud, he took off his hat and placed it on the table, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled a smoke ring, and sat there silently.

This place used to be so lively, but now everything has changed.

"What are you doing here?" a shrill voice rang out. The young man's companion jumped onto the stone table and asked, utterly puzzled. The castle had clearly been uninhabited for countless years, exuding a foul, musty smell.

The young man silently smoked, still not speaking. Scenes from the past flashed through his mind. The once bustling castle was now deathly silent, his childhood playmates long since turned to dust in their graves… everything had vanished like smoke. The scalding tears he had held back for so long unknowingly streamed down his face. At that moment, his heart and mind roared with pain. A torrent of emotions welled up inside him, yet he found no outlet, all melting away like wax into a silent, overwhelming abyss. His heart ached with such sorrow, yet he had nowhere to confide. No one to confide in. He had no courage to confide.

Even shedding a single tear has become a luxury and a disgrace.

Things he couldn't understand or comprehend before suddenly became clear and understood at this moment, as if enlightened.

“If you miss her, you should go see her,” his companion said in a muffled voice, “instead of sitting here like a woman, crying and whining about her.”

"If two people have been separated for too long, it may no longer be appropriate for them to meet again."

The young man wiped away his tears, stubbed out his cigarette, and said calmly.

"Come with me," the young man said, putting on his hat and getting up to walk upstairs.

Upon reaching the top floor, the young man retrieved two rings from a hidden corner, briefly sensed them, and handed them to his two companions. "Each of these contains 30 gold coins and 2000 bottles of Angel's Tears." "Take these and head to Bloodstained Highlands. Someone there will meet you." "The rest of the plan depends on you." "After it's done, I'll give each of you another 70 gold coins."

"Haha! Marquis Raven is indeed a nobleman of his word who values ​​his promises!"

The shrill voice grew even shriller as she happily accepted the ring, her smile so bright it almost disappeared into her eyes.

"Although this job is very challenging for us!" "But!" "We two brothers will never let Raven down!"

His companion, speaking in a muffled voice, was equally excited.

"Take care." The young man nodded.

"Take care of yourself."

The two jumped from the third floor and headed towards the Bloodstained Heights.

Watching the two figures disappear into the vast snow, the young man slumped to the ground in dejection, as if all his strength had been drained away.

After waiting quietly for a while, the young man took out a dagger and began to carve on the stone wall.

He carved very carefully, very seriously, and very cautiously.

"May 5th, 1209, was exactly our third wedding anniversary."

"Thinking of this long life, and the possibility of never seeing you all again, I can't help but choke up."

"This trip has no destination."

"Just to ease my longing"

……

(End of this chapter)