Wizard Earl

"As for framing Bispin, Adolf, you know better than I do. If you really wanted me to die at Bispin's hands, there was no need for such elaborate schemes. You could even do it yourself. All you had to do was put me on the train back to West Ham and secretly tell Bispin the train information. I would still be dead. Bispin, under Reyes's orders, won't let me go!"

"Adolf, all you've done is try to kill me with your own hands, aren't I right, Adolf?" Prince Boateng said in a low voice, staring intently at the unmoving Adolf.

Despite being in dire straits and facing a tragic death in minutes, Prince Boateng remained astute as ever, immediately recognizing the lie Adolf had just used to deceive Isabella.

"That's right!" Adolf was not embarrassed at all when his lie was exposed. He nodded under Prince Boateng's gaze and admitted it.

"In that case, Adolf, why don't you tell me where I, Prince Boateng, have offended you that you would treat me so cruelly, so that I don't become a confused and wronged ghost..."

Although Prince Boateng controlled his emotions well, he couldn't help but reveal his true feelings when he said this, and his words carried a hint of resentment and unwillingness.

In Prince Boateng's plan, seeking the protection of the royal faction should have been the optimal solution for him in the current situation. He never expected that this step would be a series of mistakes, leading him to this irrecoverable and certain death.

"Do you know why I chose to be Isabella's bodyguard and protect her safety?" In response to Prince Boateng's question, Adolf took a big gulp of the red wine in his hand. The little wine in the bottle was reduced to a thin layer at the bottom after that one gulp.

"Wasn't this arranged by the King?" Adolf's question startled Prince Boateng, who hesitated for a moment before countering with a question in return:

"Regarding the protection of Isabella, Your Highness, you asked me, you asked Bentancur, you asked Vazquez, you asked Vismaren, but all three of them declined. Only I agreed. Prince Boateng, do you know why I agreed?" Gently shaking the bottle in his hand, Adolf said calmly:

Upon hearing Adolf's words, Prince Boateng immediately frowned. He seemed to have thought of something, but also seemed to have thought of nothing at all. After pondering for a while without any clue, Prince Boateng looked at Adolf and said in a deep voice, "Adolf, my time is running out. Just say what you have to say!"

Adolf ignored him, and Prince Boateng continued, asking, "Three months ago in West Ham, did you attend the auction at Rondo Manor?"

"The Rondo Estate auction?" Hearing the name from Adolf seemed to trigger a thought in Prince Boateng. Five seconds later, as if he had just remembered something, he looked at Adolf and asked directly, "What's your relationship with that generous, dark-haired young man, Adolf?"

"His name is Cohen Trang, and he is my son. Now, Prince Boateng, what do you have to say?" After saying that, Adolf took out an oil painting scroll from his spatial ring and threw it into the air. Under his control, the oil painting scroll slowly unfurled in mid-air.

The scroll depicted a handsome young man with striking features, including sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a warm smile. At first glance, this young man named Cohen Trang didn't seem to resemble Adolf, but upon closer inspection, there was indeed a resemblance between their eyes and brows…

As the scroll unfurled, Adolf also downed the last remaining wine in his bottle, then said in a low voice, "Twenty years ago, my cultivation progressed slowly. I felt I had no chance of breaking through to become a second-level wizard in this lifetime. So I married and had a son, Cohen Trang. However, because I was in the secret society, I had offended too many people. To prevent retaliation, I never dared to make my wife and Cohen Trang's existence public. I could only protect them in secret!"

"For safety reasons, to keep it a secret that he is my child, Cohen Trang didn't even take our Adolf family name, but rather his mother's. Under my guidance, Cohen Trang's cultivation progressed extremely rapidly. Before he was thirty, he had already become a high-level wizard apprentice, and he also possessed extremely high talent in potion-making. At a young age, he became a potion master, capable of concocting all the common potions within the scope of a wizard apprentice!"

"So now, Prince Boateng, you know why I'm willing to become Miss Isabella's bodyguard and protect her, right?" Looking at Prince Boateng, Adolf said, enunciating each word clearly:

"I understand! I understand everything. You became Isabella's bodyguard with this in mind..." After understanding Adolf's meaning, Prince Boateng felt utterly hopeless. He knew that he was not only doomed to die today, but he was also destined not to die a quick death. His death would be extremely gruesome!

"Originally, after learning about the negotiations between the Secret Society and the Boateng family, I planned to have Cohen Tran come to Frosinone from West Ham to create a chance encounter between him and Miss Isabella, to see if things could progress further... But all of this, all my painstaking efforts, have been ruined by you, Prince Boateng!"

"Prince Boateng, you actually held a grudge because Cohen Trang won an Ice Heart Lotus at the auction by five hundred magic stones, and sent your Boateng family's men to murder him and dump his body in the wilderness! Prince Boateng, tell me, if you were in my shoes, what would you do?" At the end, Adolf, whose expression had remained perfectly calm, revealed an icy killing intent in his voice…

Prince Boateng, now fully aware of the situation, had nothing more to say. He never imagined that his momentary lapse in judgment at the auction three months prior would lead to such a predicament. He considered every possible reason Adolf might want to kill him, but he never expected it to be this…

"Prince Boateng, your death today was preordained, it was all in the dark. If you have anyone to blame, you can only blame yourself!" Seeing that Prince Boateng remained silent, Adolf continued in a deep voice: