"As for framing Bisping, Adolf, you know better than I do. If you really wanted me to die at Bisping's hands, you didn't have to go through so much trouble. You could've done it yourself. All you had to do was send me back to West Ham City on the train and secretly tell Bisping the train information. I would've died without a doubt. Bisping, under Reyes's orders, wouldn't have let me go!"
"Adolf, you've done so much just to get rid of me with your own hands. Am I right, Adolf?" Prince Boateng said in a low voice as he stared deeply at Adolf's unperturbed face.
Even though he was in a desperate situation and could die a tragic death in a few minutes, Prince Boateng's mind was still sharp. He saw through the lies Adolf had just used to deceive Isabella.
"That's right!" Adolf didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed when his lie was seen through. He nodded under Prince Boateng's gaze and admitted to it.
"Since that's the case, Adolf, why don't you tell me how I, Prince Boateng, have offended you? Why did you have to be so ruthless to me? You wouldn't have become a muddle-headed ghost …"
Even though Prince Boateng controlled his emotions well, he couldn't help but reveal his true feelings when he said this. There was a trace of resentment and unwillingness in his words.
In Prince Boateng's plan, seeking the protection of the king's faction should've been the best solution to his current situation. He never would've thought that he would make such a mistake and fall into such a hopeless situation.
"Do you know why I chose to be Isabella's bodyguard and protect her safety?" Adolf took a big gulp of the red wine in his hand in response to Prince Boateng's question. There wasn't much left in the bottle to begin with, and with this one gulp, there was only a thin layer of red wine left.
"Isn't this the king's arrangement?" Adolf's question startled Prince Boateng. After a moment of hesitation, he asked Adolf in return.
"Regarding the protection of Isabella, Your Lordship has asked me, Bentangud, Vazquez, and Vesmalen, but the three of them chose to decline. I was the only one who agreed. Prince Boateng, do you know why I agreed?" Adolf gently shook the bottle in his hand as he said plainly, "My Lordship has asked me, Bentangud, Vazquez, and Vesmalen.
Prince Boateng immediately frowned when he heard Adolf's words. He seemed to have thought of something, but it also seemed like he hadn't. Prince Boateng, who was still clueless after some thought, looked at Adolf and said in a low voice, "Adolf, I don't have much time... if you have something to say, just say it!"
Adolf ignored Prince Boateng's words and continued to ask him, "Three months ago, in West Ham City, did you go to the auction at Londo Manor?"
"Londo Londo Manor's auction? Prince Boateng seemed to have a meeting when he heard the name of the auction from Adolf's mouth. Five seconds later, he seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Adolf and said directly, "That black-haired young man, what's your relationship with Adolf?"
"His name is Cohen Armstrong. He's my son. Prince Boateng, do you have anything to say?" Adolf took out an oil painting scroll from his space ring and threw it into the air. Under the control of his magic, the scroll slowly unfurled in midair.
The main character depicted on the scroll was a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He had a warm smile on his face. Judging from his appearance, the young man named Cohen Armstrong didn't look like Adolf at first glance. However, if one looked closely, they did have some similarities between their eyebrows.
As the scroll unfurled, Adolf drank the remaining wine in the bottle in one gulp. He then said in a low voice, "Twenty years ago, my progress in cultivation was slow. I felt that there was no way I could break through to become a level-2 Magus, so I got married and had children. Cohen Armstrong was born. However, because I was in the Secret Society, I offended too many people. In order to prevent retaliation, I never dared to announce the existence of my wife and Cohen Armstrong to the public. I could only protect them in secret!"
"For safety reasons and to not let outsiders know that he was my son, Cohen Armstrong didn't even take on the surname of the Adolf Family. Instead, he took on his mother's surname. Under my guidance, Cohen Armstrong's progress in cultivation was extremely fast. He became an advanced Apprentice Magus before the age of thirty. He also had an extremely high talent in Potioneering and became a Potioneering Master at a young age. He could make all the common potions within the scope of an Apprentice Magus!"
"So now, Prince Boateng, do you know why I'm willing to become Miss Isabella's bodyguard and protect her?" Adolf looked at Prince Boateng and said word by word.
"I understand now! I understand now. You became Isabella's bodyguard with such intentions … "After understanding Adolf's words, Prince Boateng's heart sank. He knew that not only was he going to die today, he was destined to die a miserable death!
"Originally, when I found out about the negotiations between the Secret Society and the Boateng Family, I planned to let Cohen Armstrong come from West Ham City to Flosinone and create a chance encounter between him and Miss Isabella. I wanted to see if there was any possibility of them reaching that stage … But all of my painstaking efforts were ruined by you, Prince Boateng!"
"Prince Boateng, you actually held a grudge against Cohen Armstrong because he bid five hundred magic stones more than you at the auction and won an Ice Lotus. You even sent your Boateng Family's underlings to kill him and throw his corpse into the wilderness. Prince Boateng, tell me yourself, if you were me, what would you do now?" At the end of his words, Adolf, who had been very calm all this time, spoke with an extremely cold murderous intent.
Prince Boateng, who had already understood the whole story, had nothing more to say. He had never thought that his careless mistake at the auction three months ago would cause him to end up like this today. He had thought of all the reasons why Adolf wanted to kill him, but he had never thought that the reason would be this …
"Prince Boateng, your death today was predestined. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself!" Seeing that Prince Boateng was silent, Adolf continued in a deep voice, "Prince Boateng, your death today was predestined.
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