The Devil’s Cage

Kieran boarded a wagon and returned to the temporary base of the Mist at Lower Seventh Ring. He caught the unusually decorated wagon at first glimpse.

The wagon of a merchant focused on its practical uses.

The wagon of a noble focused on how it could display the status and nobility of the owner.

Therefore, both were drastically different in terms of looks.

As for common civilians?

Well, to the civilians, walking was the best option.

“Your Highness, it’s the wagon of Reedral family,” Monte came up to Kieran and said softly beside him.

The vassal did not further explain Reedral’s family yet his countenance had a sense of caution.

As the leader of the orthodox party, Reedral’s family had always ‘objected’ to the attitude of the Edatine royal court. It was already a euphemistic way of saying it. In a much barebone sense, it should be considered hostility.

Of course, everything happened in the shadows, and where people couldn’t see, darkness surged.

Under the light? Everything was prosperous and flourished.

Both Edatine VI and the orthodox party nobles needed the illusion for the sake of their respective gains and benefits.

However, if either of them could get things done once and for all, both the king and the nobles would not hesitate to break the illusion of peace.

As for Edatine VI’s biggest weakness? It would be Colin, the newly found prince.

Therefore, at the next second, the vassal quietly signalled to the royal guardians behind him with a wave of hand, the guardians moving forward subtly.

Unlike the vassal, the guardians weren’t look in the direction of the wagon. Instead, they looked behind them.

Three more wagons were slowly approaching, and a while later, the leading wagon stopped.

Viscount Reedral, in a fresh new suit, as elegant and glamorous as usual, came down.

The attire was one of the most important elements to judge whether or not a noble was ‘noble’ enough.

As one of the traditional nobles, Viscount Reedral would not just dress elegantly and glamorously, he also had to give his best effort to wear different attire at different times and different occasions.

But the changes weren’t obvious most of the time.

A noble like Viscount Reedral had his own ‘family attire’. Most of the time, his main attire would consist of red with golden threads around the edges and his pants would be pure black. The differences were only in the details, which was the emblem on the golden button.

Likewise, the Edatine royal court, which was technically the biggest noble family in Edatine Castle, but the character Kieran was playing was an exception.

Having the identity of the heir of Snake Sect allowed him to remain in his Demon Hunter look. To Kieran, unless absolutely necessary, the first rule of wearing clothing was comfort.

If the clothes could allow him to move quicker and faster, it would be better.

His attire made Viscount Reedral look at him differently. He seemingly had a shallow sense of contempt, but the contempt was gone quick enough.

“Good afternoon, Prince Coliin, your Highness.”

The viscount strode over and slightly bowed out of respect. He then straightened his body and pointed at the wagons behind himself, “Here are the two wagons that I promised to compensate Mr. Sivalka, including the one behind you.”

After that, the viscount paused before he looked at Rogart, who walked out.

“I really have to ‘thank’ that young man. He made me take an hour long walk around Edatine Castle, which is rare for me. The sun and the windy breeze left a heavy impression in my mind.”

There wasn’t any brazen hatred, neither was there anger. It was as if the viscount was telling someone else’s story.

However, his eyes at the moment were unusually cold, the killer intents overflowing.

The young man from the north was never afraid of a fight, neither would he be afraid of being challenged, even though his opponent was powerful.

Bullying the weak and never fighting the strong was not part of the northern tradition. They were more than happy to challenge a powerful foe, even if it would mean their death.

Therefore, Rogart was prepared for this scenario. The others around him also had an idea about his thoughts, but no one would stop him..

A weak person challenging someone strong would not be stopped but to his surprise, the killer intents in the viscount’s eyes faded in a flash. Next, a warm and kind smile came on.

“Well done. I am looking forward to the end of your growth,” said Viscount Reedral, as if he was a senior praising his junior.

The young Rogart looked at Reedral in shock. If he looked any different in the young man’s memories, Rogart would probably think he met a fake Reedral.

The viscount before his eyes and the one that he met this morning were a little different.

The vassal, on the other hand, stared at the eagle beak fox with caution.

Because of his thin eyes and crooked nose, which resembled an eagle’s beak, Viscount Reedral was also known as the ‘eagle beak fox’.

Of course, the title carried a heavy sense of mockery.

A fox represented cunning, it was a favourite hunting target of the people in Edatine.

Hunting a fox in the autumn symbolized wisdom and wealth.

And the eagle represented valiantness.

Being able to tame an eagle would always win respect from others, even in this current era where muskets were the preferred weapon. A person who could tame an eagle would still be admired highly.

After all, things that fell under the musket would be dead, not alive.

Here’s a new question, what would it bring when one tamed the ‘eagle beak fox’?

It would be a rare honor!

But who could tame the ‘eagle beak fox?

It would be the king, his Majesty Edatine VI.

The vassal even speculated that the title of ‘eagle beak fox’ was released by the king himself, just so he could anger the viscount.

Unfortunately, the eagle beak fox wasn’t just cunning, he was calm too.

He proved to be a formidable foe for the king!

The vassal, who automatically deemed himself as the honorary minister, started to think about how he could get rid of this troublesome orthodox party leader, who might be the biggest problem for his Highness in the future.

But before Monte could think of anything, the royal guardians in the area moved.

Muskets were raised to a single direction.

“Who goes there! Show yourself!” shouted the captain of the royal guardians towards a certain direction.

“Don’t shoot, it’s me,” the meek voice of a young man came out.

When the young man came into everyone’s sight, all brows were furrowed together.

It wasn’t just because of how dirtyly dressed the young man was, it was also because his face showed nothing but worry and loss, a sense of despair emanating from him.

More importantly, everyone present at the scene knew the young man.

Before this, at the city gate, where the War God Temple intercepted Mist religious sect and allowed the reputation of the Mist to grow, it also made a young man well-known to others: Gino!

The Apologetics Chivalry knight of War God Temple!

The young man ended up as a joke for everyone in Edatine in recent days and it wasn’t some delightful joke.

So, everyone else present at the scene eased their furrowed brows. They seemed to grasp the reason for the look on his face and the reason why he came forth.

In fact, everything was as they expected.

“May I know where Bishop Simon is?” asked the young Gino.

The royal guardians lowered their muskets, even the vassal and Rogart lowered their cautions.

But right at that moment, out of everyone’s expectations, Viscount Reedral drew his sword and tried to stab Kieran.

“Your Highness, be careful!”

Voices full of worry came from all around, but Kieran was as nonchalant as ever.

He looked at Viscount Reedral, who attempted to stab him with a sword, his eyes showing the faint trace of a smile.