Chapter 151: The King

"Do mind, every single word that escapes your mouth will be taken as the stance your master Blaire takes toward the Sentinel.

Tell your master I am here. If he doesn't return in five minutes, I will treat it as his plan to rebel against the Sentinel."

Alex's ultimatum made the security turn sour. He could try to block Alex by force, but based on his words, the meaning is clear.

The moment he does that, he and everyone in this place will be treated as traitors, which means kill on sight.

It's not only him staying here; there is also his family.

With a reluctant smile, the Guard quickly said, "Please wait a minute, Sir Alex." He then turned around and went inside the mansion.

[Target is feeling fear, reluctance, and anger]

Alex read the information from Vesa while looking toward the man's back.

Meanwhile, at this moment, Blaire was kneeling with many other nobles in front of the throne.

At the majestic chair that was made from green wood but adorned with jewelry and gold, making it look out of place, a middle-aged man with cold eyes and a black mustache was looking down, with two women standing beside him. One is on the left, and one is on the right.

His eyes were not like looking at fellow comrades but like looking at insects that he could squash anytime.

"So tell me, what is he up to?"

"Your majesty, I have met with this new Envoy. Based on what I know, he should be a human, but what is peculiar is he's now a fellow felidaeans like us.

So, I am sure the Sentinel does this to allow him to mingle so he can do an investigation without making a scene. This means the Sentinel already has his suspicion on us," Blaire said with a quivering voice. His confident face was nowhere to be seen.

"And?" The King's cold voice reverberated in the room, making everyone who kneel have cold sweat on their heads.

Blaire's lips quivered; he didn't have any further information he could tell since Alex didn't say anything to him.

A moment passed in silence before the King opened his mouth. "Useless… You should know what will happen next if you are not useful to me."

Blaire raised his head upward to look at the King, BANG!

The moment he did that, a black projectile passed through his face, creating a vertical line of blood on his cheek. It kept moving, hitting one of the noble's heads, turning it into meat paste.

"I will give you ten seconds. If you cannot tell me anything useful, you are next."

The King just killed one of the nobles, but no one dared to make a voice, not even raise their head to see who just got killed; they just felt lucky it wasn't them.

Looking at the King, Blaire could see one of the King's fingers pointed in his direction.

That finger was only bone. But it only lasted for a moment before it regenerated, returning back to normal.

Blaire's brain quickly churned, thinking of any information that would be useful for the King. He rethought every single detail when he met with Alex and Lily.

Their expressions, clothes, gestures, anything that could give him a clue. But he got nothing. His heart started beating faster, sweat drenching his back.

While each second passed, it felt like an eternity, and the card from his pocket vibrated.

Normally, Blaire wouldn't dare pick it up when meeting with the King, but now he was trying to grasp any hope he could. There are still many things he needs to do; he cannot die yet.

Blaire took out the card from his pocket, and his eyes quickly read over the message.

"King, the Sentinel Envoy is at my place now. Will you excuse me to get more information from him?"

Tap... Tap... The King tapped his finger on the throne armrest. Each tap made Blaire's heart beat faster.

"Fine, go," the King said in a cold voice.

A huge relief washed over Blaire's shoulder, but he didn't quickly leave the room. There was something even more important than his life that he needed to do.

Blaire lowered his upper body again in respect, "King, it's brash of me to ask this from you, but the last antidote will run out in a few hours. I need the new one," he said with a determined tone.

The King looked coldly at Blaire; he didn't respond to him. Instead, his eyes looked toward one of the women that stood beside the throne.

The woman had golden hair and a beautiful face; her body was attractive, the perfect hourglass. Despite wearing full combat armor, it didn't reduce her beauty even by a bit. She had a similar height to Alex.

The woman walked step by step until she reached in front of Blaire.

CRACK! She lifted her foot, pressing it on top of Blaire, cracking his bone. Blaire grimaced in pain but didn't dare to scream. Searᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The woman looked at Blaire with disgust. "You reject me and choose that wench; you deserve this. Don't think I will ever forget everything that happened between us, Blaire."

The woman then took out a black pill from her pocket and dropped it in front of Blaire.

Looking at the pill, Blaire felt everything was worth it; no matter what sacrifices he needed to make, it was all fine. But the relief only lasted for a moment as a black shadow cast over the pill.

Blaire instinctively moved his other hand, protecting it from another stomp from the woman. But just before the woman's foot touched his other hand, a cold voice reverberated from the throne.

"Isla! That is enough!"

The woman stopped her step and then quickly walked back to the King. "I am sorry, my king, my emotions got the better of me."

The King looked at her coldly, "You should know your punishment."

"Yes, my king." But despite what the woman said, her face didn't show any fear. She then knelt before the King.