Kieran sensed the angry gaze right away.
However, Kieran didn't care.
Before he arrived, he had all kinds of guesses.
The one before him?
It was just one of the guesses.
And the easiest one to deal with.
If Kieran didn't show any reaction, he would be more vigilant instead.
"Can't hold it in so soon …"
"As expected, the pressure you are facing is much bigger than I thought!"
Kieran thought in his heart while his face didn't change. He followed his previous steps and slowly walked through the two rows of guards, entering Aïtantin's palace.
Similar to what he saw from the outside, the palace wasn't as luxurious as he imagined.
It was even worse than a common noble's manor.
Just like the old marquis' mansion.
Both were very reserved.
It could even be said that the style of Aïtantin VI's palace had affected the officials who were close to him.
Good things from above, good things from below, it wasn't an exaggeration to put it in the palace.
Kieran walked up the stairs and entered the corridor. The floor was smooth and clean, the walls on both sides weren't decorated with tapestries or oil paintings, only two sets of armor hanging on the wall as decoration. The iron chain candlesticks on the ceiling were lit up with candles as thick as an arm, brightening up the whole corridor. Walking along the corridor for a few dozen steps, Kieran arrived at the grand hall of the palace.
Compared to the shabby corridor, the grand hall finally had a more fitting feel to the palace.
Red and gold curtains were hanging along the wall and were tied to the wall pillars with silver candlesticks by pure gold ropes. The exposed rock wall felt warm under the candlelight.
Oak tables were placed in a straight line in the grand hall.
The tables were filled with food.
Some sofas were placed around the grand hall, obviously for people to chat.
Why not put them together?
It was because every identity had its own social circle, it was different.
It was especially so for the nobles.
"Lord Duke, please wait here for a moment.
The banquet will start in a while.
You can take whatever you want from the food here and choose the sofa as well. "
A Close Official said.
After seeing Kieran's nod, the A Close Official quickly walked towards a small door at the side. The hall was a place for everyone to gather, not a place for the King to discuss official business.
In fact, every king's council chamber was the heart of a palace.
However, as a guest, Kieran was not qualified to enter.
Moreover, Kieran wasn't interested in that place.
He knew very well what Aïtantin VI was plotting.
He could even roughly guess what he was talking about with his closest subjects in the council hall.
But is that important?
Those meaningless words couldn't compare to the food on the table in front of him.
That piece of barbecued meat, fat and lean, looked very good.
Kieran commented silently before walking quickly to the dining table.
Pol, who had been following behind Kieran, was stunned.
The time they spent together allowed him to understand the Flaming Devil's love for food.
He had nothing to say about this.
Because he liked it very much too.
But …
He couldn't eat as much as the Flaming Devil.
The Flaming Devil's appetite was like a bottomless pit, something he couldn't compare to.
However, Pol never thought the Flaming Devil would still act on his own after coming to the palace.
Maybe … he just wanted to take a little?
Borl guessed and pulled his bodyguard, Aschen, to a stop.
Pol sighed softly at his bodyguard's confused gaze.
The Flaming Devil dared to act like this because of the King's power.
What about them?
If they really dared to act like this, they would die a horrible death, wouldn't they?
After all, Aïtantin VI wasn't some kind of merciful king.
A king who built his palace like a fortress was destined to never be 'merciful'.
One needed to know, during the reign of Aïtantin VI, the palace wasn't like this.
The big floor-to-ceiling windows allowed one to overlook the entire Aïtantin Castle.
The sun rose and set.
Sunlight shone in.
When the wind blew, it would blow the curtains and make a unique sound, as if it was singing.
During a thunderstorm, the raindrops hitting the crystal glass were like the opening of a grand opera.
The beauty of the night sky was in your eyes when you looked up.
For his main mission, Pol had put in a lot of effort. He had collected many literary works that described Aïtantin Castle, and the most described by those poets was naturally the palace of Aïtantin.
Some even described it as a 'pearl' of Aïtantin Castle.
Unfortunately …
With the rise of Aïtantin VI, the 'pearl' was long gone.
All that was left was a 'Gundam'!
Not only was it sturdy, but it also had a hidden edge.
At least, Pol had found more than one hidden guard.
These hidden guards … No, the King's secret agents not only kept an eye on the outside, but also on the inside.
Pol could guarantee that as long as there was the slightest movement, these secret agents would swarm out and solve all troubles.
"Hope everything goes smoothly tonight …"
Borl prayed in his heart, but before he could finish his prayers, he couldn't continue anymore.
That was because about half of the food on the table had disappeared by now.
When?
The table was full just a moment ago?
Borl was stunned as he watched Kieran devour the food in an orderly manner. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He couldn't help but show a bitter smile because he saw a few men walking towards him.
In a malicious manner.
"Trouble is coming."
Pol sighed softly.
However, he didn't forget his current identity.
Or more precisely, he remembered the deal he made with Kieran.
When the few men were about to disturb Kieran, Pol and Ash stood in front of them.
"Move!"
The younger of the few people berated him.
The young man was dressed in luxurious clothes, and his temperament carried the arrogance and awe-inspiring aura of a person in a high position. However, his anger made his rather handsome face slightly sinister.
"My apologies, sir.
"We're Lord Collin's attendants and guards."
Pol addressed the young man respectfully and stated his identity.
"Sir?"
The young man seemed to have heard something funny. He opened his arms and looked to his left and right.
Immediately, the people who came with the young man burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha!"
"Sir? I'm dying of laughter! "
"Do any of you know where you are?
Do any of you know who this is? "
The men beside the young man asked with a laugh.
"Nope."
Pol answered honestly.
"This is the son of His Majesty Aïtantin VI.
The heir to the Northern Lands!
And the future king of Aïtantin! "
The introduction of the young man made Pol frown.
Judging from the young man's attire and temperament, Pol knew the young man wasn't simple, but he never thought the young man would be a prince, or more precisely, the only son of Aïtantin VI.
Rumor had it that when Aïtantin I built his kingdom, in order to unify the North, he massacred wantonly. His actions were cursed by the Northern Witches.
'Your kingdom will fall in an instant!'
'Your bloodline will stop abruptly!'
'Everything you have will become the icing on the cake for others!'
…
The contents of the curse were as such.
However, no one thought that the curse was effective.
Because back in the day, Aïtantin I had the protection of the God of War.
However, the decrease in heirs was real.
No matter how hard Aïtantin I tried, he only had one son, which was Aïtantin II. It was the same for Aïtantin II, Aïtantin III, all the way until Aïtantin VI, nothing changed.
Therefore, some people thought the Witch's curse was effective.
At least part of it.
Of course, this was spread after the God of War's omnipotence was broken by Lady Calamity. Before that, no one else dared to say such things.
Pol didn't know much about it.
However, he knew as the heir to the throne, the prince before him wasn't qualified.
The prince didn't have the bearing of the heir to Aïtantin VI, neither did he have the shrewdness to back it up.
"Move!"
The young heir spoke again.
If Pol was a native, he would have moved aside obediently, but unfortunately, Pol wasn't.
He glanced at the young man and shook his head.
For the sake of the main mission, he had agreed to the deal with Kieran, so he had to keep his promise.
Besides, he believed what happened here would soon reach Aïtantin VI's ears.
In simple words, all he needed was a little while to wait for Aïtantin VI's arrival.
As for the prince's jealousy?
Pol wasn't worried at all.
He was only here for the main mission in front of him. He wasn't a real native, so he didn't have that much respect for a prince.
However, out of Pol's expectation, within his sight, the secret agents of the king who had their eyes on the scene didn't make a move. They stood in the shadows as if they were watching a good show.
'Is there some other communication channel that I don't know about?'
Pol wondered.
The young man before him couldn't wait any longer.
He waved his hand and his men surrounded Pol and Ash.
Pol looked at Kieran.
Kieran didn't react.
He was picking up a lamb chop with tongs and sprinkling cumin on it.
Without words or eye contact, Kieran's actions were enough for Pol to know what he had to do.
Without a second thought, Pol raised his hand and punched.
He was very restrained and didn't use any hidden weapons.
When Ash saw Pol make his move, he swung his fist as well.
Ashen very much wanted his own halberd, but before he entered the palace, his halberd and his saber and sword were temporarily taken away by that vassal.
Bang!
The man before Pol fell to the ground.
Although he wasn't good at hand-to-hand combat, it didn't mean Pol couldn't.
At least it wasn't a problem for Pol to deal with the man before him.
Ash, on the other hand, was even more berserk.
His gigantic fists were like a windmill, sweeping away all the opponents around him. When Borl knocked out his second opponent, Aschen had already swept away all the remaining opponents.
Then, the bodyguard stared at the young prince fiercely.
For a simple person like Ash, no matter who the person before him was, all he knew was that he, his boss and Corin were in cahoots, and the person before him had malicious intent towards Corin.
So, the person before him was the enemy!
The enemy would beat him up!
Beat him up!
The young prince couldn't react to the situation.
He was very confident in his followers.
It wasn't just because his followers had decent fighting capabilities, it was also because they were handpicked by him.
He never thought that within a few breaths' time, his handpicked followers would be knocked down.
It was only when Ashe walked towards him that the young prince came back to his senses.
"What do you want?!"
The prince resisted the urge to step back and scolded Kieran.
"I want …"
"We don't have malicious intent.
It's you who wanted to find trouble with Sir Duke first. "
Pol stopped Ash and spoke first.
At this moment, Borl finally realized that something was wrong.
If the secret agents of the king didn't make a move before, it might mean that they had some kind of communication method that he didn't know about, but until now, the secret agents didn't react at all, which was worth pondering.
Could it be that His Majesty …
As though he thought of something, Pol was shocked.
However, he forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and used his words to describe his side as innocent.
Borl's words were spoken in a righteous and confident manner.
It was the truth!
At the same time, Pol's mind started to spin rapidly.
He didn't know why Aïtantin VI would target 2567 all of a sudden, everything was fine before this.
But he knew he had to control the situation within a 'balanced' middle circle.
He could ensure his side's safety and not truly fall out with Aïtantin VI.
This was Aïtantin Castle!
If he fell out with Aïtantin VI, it would be terrible!
However, a worse thought was rumbling in Pol's mind.
Could it be that Aïtantin VI was really related to Broker?
It was just a disguise before and now the dagger was revealed?
If that was the case …
Pol's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.
At the same time, Kieran finished the last of the pastries on the table.
It was a dessert similar to a chicken cake.
He also added milk, butter, and sugar.
The texture was silky smooth with a hint of sweetness, as though he was eating a pudding. The only unfortunate thing was the lack of control over the heat, causing the egg cake to lose some of its springiness.
In fact, not only the chicken cake, even the other food on the table was a little incomplete.
However, Kieran was used to it.
It wasn't Starbeck's cooking.
Being able to make it this far was already very good.
'I really want to eat your cooking.'
Kieran thought in his heart as he turned around and walked towards the young prince.
Pol and Ash naturally stepped aside when they saw Kieran walking over. When Kieran walked over, both of them naturally stood behind Kieran.
"Hold it right there!"
The young prince couldn't help but tremble when he saw Kieran walking over.
He didn't know why he was trembling.
He just felt that the person before him was very scary.
Kieran wasn't as tall as the guard from before but he felt suffocated, as though a mountain fell from the sky, suffocating him.
"I'm warning you!
I'm … "
Bang!
Mustering all the strength in his body, the prince yelled loudly.
However, before the prince could finish, Kieran raised his leg and landed a kick on the prince's face.
A heavy thud later, the prince was sent flying and crashed into the stone wall of the hall like a hanging painting. After a full two seconds, the prince slowly slid down.
Blood gushed out from his shriveled head.
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