Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 173 His Majesty's kindness is never enough!
When Lute and Kaden’s bodies were brought before Enlid, he frowned and covered his nose with a handkerchief.

These could no longer be considered "corpses"; they could only be described as two decaying bodies, emitting a pungent odor.

Lute's half-dried-up corpse-like appearance was barely acceptable, but Kaden was completely unrecognizable as a human being before his death; he had turned into a lump of minced meat.

"The engineers have done their best and found these in the wreckage. Through biometric comparison, they have confirmed that they are the remains of the two gentlemen."

His men reported to Enred.

Enled glanced one last time at the two nauseating creatures, waved his hand, and the person next to him zipped up the body bag.

They stepped out of the isolation room, and the air finally felt a bit fresher.

Enrede's expression had been somber ever since he walked in. Lutt and Kaden were key figures in the core of the Unger faction, especially Lutt. It had taken considerable effort to transfer him to the governorship, which allowed the Unger faction to seize control of the Grand Canal.

Now that Lute is dead, the power distribution in the Morgans region will be reshuffled again, and the Boabin faction will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to make their move, which will lead to another power war.

As for Kaden, the rarest and most valuable alchemist, his death would be a great loss to the entire kingdom.

And then there's the destruction of Evil Spirit III, one of the kingdom's most advanced weapons, which took twenty years to create and is now just a pile of junk.

But the biggest loss this time was that they couldn't stop Suhrna from taking control of the ruins. Now even Finn is powerless to stop them. Once they get the relics inside, they may surpass them in the field of magical energy application within ten years.

And all of this was caused by that "Dark Knight".

According to reports from surviving eyewitnesses at the scene, after Evil Spirit No. 3 lost its power and was shut down, the one who delivered the final blow was a warrior in full purple-black armor. Based on comparison, it can be basically confirmed that he is the same person who appeared at the expo.

But as for his identity, the identity of the person who caused him irreparable damage, even searching through the entire Kingdom's magical records wouldn't yield a single clue.

It was as if they suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Regardless of his true identity, his actions this time show that he is definitely a threat to them and must be eliminated.

However, without even a trace of the other party's identity, wanting to find him is simply a joke.

unless
Enred narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although it is still his subjective conjecture, he has always believed that if he has such an idea, there must be a reason for it.

Sia might have some connection with that person.

He is currently very cautious about this idea, firstly because there is no clear evidence, and secondly because of the sensitivity of Sia's identity, which could lead to the failure of the long-standing plan.

What he needs to do now is to confirm the validity of this idea.

His dark brown eyes darkened.
“Have Gurich come to my place tonight; I have something to discuss with him,” Enlid said to the person beside him.

“Mr. Everley, the compensation plan is all here. If there are no problems, you can sign it.”

The young official before me had the typical features of a Nua, a common appearance in the Solago region.
The other party was from the Foreign Trade Bureau of the Kingdom of Solago. They came today to discuss the issue of empty crystal coal in the four warehouses of Haywom by the canal.

The agreement in front of Everley listed order amounts that shocked even him.

"Are you guys really serious?" he asked again to make sure.

"Yes, this is a solution that was developed after detailed discussions among the committee's senior management. If you are not satisfied, we can discuss it further," the other party said.

As a businessman, Everley was wary of such flattering attitudes, but the other party's behavior was so sincere.

But there's a problem: the canal's jurisdiction belongs to Fein, their warehouse was destroyed, and the compensation issue is between the insurance company and the kingdom. Why would Solago be so interested in them and offer such a lucrative order?

Even large-scale projects like the "Wild Horse Project," which were originally tendered out by the Kingdom of Solago to the world and attracted countless companies, had their entry requirements lowered for them.

I just can't figure it out no matter how hard I try.

But when asked, the other party only said that it was the kingdom's decision, and that he himself was just an envoy responsible for delivering messages.

After signing the papers in a daze, arranging a time for a follow-up meeting, and seeing off the young Solago official, Everley finally went to Peyton's study.

The old man was wearing a single-rimmed glasses and reading carefully.

“Dad, the people from Solago came. This is the compensation plan we signed with them. They will pay in the form of a state-owned order.” Efrey placed the document on the desk.

"Okay, I got it. Just put it there." Peyton seemed indifferent, but his brow was furrowed, his presbyopia making it difficult for him to read.

Everley stood there in silence for a moment, then asked, "Dad, do you... know something?"

The old man suddenly demanded the purchase of a large quantity of empty crystal coal, which was then stockpiled in warehouses along the Solago Canal. This was all due to the old man's sudden request that day, which he declared was urgent, without explaining why.
Everley had initially assumed it was a sudden relapse of his illness and, thinking he couldn't argue with it, sent someone to do it. But now, he had unexpectedly gained such a huge advantage from it. He suddenly realized that his father's illness wasn't sudden; at the very least, he must have had some prior knowledge.

"Humph"

When his son asked the question, Payton just snorted coldly, with an expression that said, "What did I tell you?"

"Didn't you say before that I was an old man who had lost my sight and that I should retire in peace? What is this now?" he said, pointing to the agreement.

"Dad," Efrey was speechless for a moment, "I know you're capable, but you wouldn't keep something from me, would you?"

"I had my reasons for keeping this from you. In your current state, you have no right to know the truth!" Payton said angrily.

"You've come again."

In recent years, he didn't know what was wrong with his old man. He always seemed to be acting strangely, as if he had obtained some great treasure but was unwilling to tell anyone.

But judging from his performance this time, it seems that he really does have a secret that even he himself doesn't know.

“Dad, tell me, how can I be qualified to know the truth?” Everett asked.

Payton glanced at him and said casually, "Want to know?"

"think."

“Then go read the history of the Eldaria Empire ten times, and write down your understanding and insights about the empire for me. Only then can I decide whether or not to tell you,” Peyton said.

Efrey twitched his eye, feeling that the old man was fooling him again.

The clear wine glasses clinked together, their bluish liquid swirling under the warm light.

"Congratulations in advance, Clorin, on your promotion to Secretary General of the Third Directorate."

Chief Norrwan of the Grey Forest raised his glass and smiled as he gestured to the man opposite him.

"This is largely due to your trust, Director," Clorin said respectfully.

“Oh, no need for flattery. Your achievements are something even I wouldn’t dare covet,” Norman said, waving his hand.

After all, the crucial decisions regarding the opening of the ruins were largely thanks to Klorin; without him, they would still be scratching their heads over that Hermogorin.

"This is a craft whisky from Yuxiang Winery, only thirty bottles are produced a year. We're opening it today to celebrate for you. Come on, let's have a good drink."

Norman gestured to him, took a big gulp of wine, and Clorin followed suit, gulping down the spicy liquor, his face flushing.

“Furthermore,” Norman put down his glass, taking a moment to speak, “did that Mr. ‘Golden Crown’ request any compensation?”

“He might need some items from the ruins,” Clorin said. “If you trust me, you can continue to put me in charge, and I will keep him satisfied.”

“Of course I trust you, otherwise I wouldn’t have accepted your suggestions before, right? Haha,” Norman laughed, patting Clorin’s shoulder hard.

From the moment he first cracked Hermogorin's code, Klorin claimed to have a "secret connection" with a powerful, reclusive sorcerer codenamed "Golden Crown."

Subsequent proposals, such as the definition of the Ghost Realm and the method to break it, as well as the coordination of this cooperation with the Frederick family, were all thanks to the help of that "Golden Crown".

However, Clorin said that he could not reveal the person's identity, and that only he could contact him, otherwise it would cause him a lot of trouble.

With such a person who could provide significant assistance, the Grey Forest was certainly overjoyed, and it was no wonder that Klorin kept some things from them.

Of course, only Crolin knows that the "golden crown" he speaks of is actually that of the ancient emperor Regent from six hundred years ago.

Even if I said it out loud, probably not many people would believe it.

Facing Norman, whose face was flushed as he clinked glasses with him, Clorin smiled back while mentally calculating how long it would take him to reach Norman's level.

Now, when he sees someone showing off that they have high-ranking connections in front of him, he always smiles disdainfully. No matter how powerful the person behind them is, they are only at the level of the General Secretary, while behind him is someone that they wouldn't even dare to dream of.

With the support of that godlike being, power and such are only a matter of time.

More importantly, if he wanted to serve His Majesty more, he would have to climb the ranks step by step. He always understood that his value to His Majesty depended on his position. He had to be more useful in order to gain His Majesty's attention and obtain more resources.

As for repaying His Majesty's kindness, he could only do his utmost to offer the best he could, but he knew that was not enough.
After all, how could His Majesty's kindness to him be repaid with these things?

(End of this chapter)