Chapter 2237 Unseen

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Chapter 2237 Unseen

Of course, his normal personality would have him radiating out killing intent by now. Even if Mimi was just a puppet, she was his to-be wife in this fictitious world. Those who dared to have designs on his women could forget about continuing to live in this world.

Unfortunately, Dyon had no choice but to temper down his true feelings at this point. Though he could have made Mimi fall for him with his usual personality, his calculations made him certain that it would take about double the time. Mimi was partial to scholarly and calm men, and Dyon wasn't either of these things. So, for the sake of his plans, he had to change himself a bit.

Of course, if those Clans still came to find trouble for him, he wouldn't mind putting on a show of strength. When a person fell in love, it was very easy for them to overlook what they would have seen as a flaw in the past, all people were like this. So, even if he showed his more murderous side now, Mimi would be more accepting of it.

That said, Dyon also had to consider that Mimi was a puppet and not a true human. Humans might have contradictory feelings like this, but puppets didn't have this layer of complexity. So, if he was reckless, she really might fall out of love with him.

The old scrooge sighed. "Fine, fine. You and my daughter are two stubborn peas in a pod. I can't change the minds of either one of you."

Dyon's lip twitched. 'We're not the ones with a nickname like old scrooge.' He thought to himself.

**

Just like this, Dyon found a place for himself in all four factions and the legend of four youths began to spread throughout Yin City.

There was Law, the intellectual junior prime minister who took the government faction by storm. It was said that under the joint pressure of three dukedoms, he used nothing but his schemes to cripple them and raise two marquisates to their level.

"Haven't you been very bold over the last few years, why is it that you're not saying anything now?"

A middle aged man stood in a dark dungeon with a savage expression on his face. He grabbed the bars like a madman, spittle flying from his lips as though he really had lost his mind. But, the most shocking part was that he wasn't behind the bars, but rather before them. He was acting like this but he wasn't even the one being imprisoned.

Behind the bars, a young man sat on the dirty, sewage filled floors with an expressionless visage. His white robes were dirtied, his long black hair was filled with dust, and his handsome face was partially obscured beneath grime. However, his back was just as straight as it had been the first day he was thrown in here.

He gazed without a single emotional fluctuation as he stared at the man who had clearly lost his mind.

This middle aged man was the patriarch of the Jones clan and the young man was, of course, Law.

It could be said that the Jones dukedom had suffered the most at the hands of Law. Others didn't know, but this man definitely knew what kind of venomous, scheming character this usually amiable young man had. With just a few moves, he had completely crippled the Jones Clan which had stood for thousands of years.

Of course, though this man was gloating now, he knew that the Jones clan was forever finished. Even if the truth about what happened that day came out, it simply wouldn't matter. This was the cruelty of the world of nobles.

After the Jones dukedom had been crippled to such an extent, it allowed many other families to swarm upward and occupy strengths they once possessed. Would those families give back the things that they had already swallowed? Of course not.

This meant that no matter what happened to Law, the Jones Clan was finished. Not just them, but the Arte and Fera Clans were finished as well. To say that they had a bone deep hatred toward Law was the understatement of ages.